<?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-941125778437608454</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:15:08.486-07:00</updated><category term='reborn'/><title type='text'>Reborn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-1937222799749872151</id><published>2008-11-01T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:46:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SQ0UP0YbZfI/AAAAAAAAARU/N_NjQvbOIOU/s1600-h/grin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SQ0UP0YbZfI/AAAAAAAAARU/N_NjQvbOIOU/s320/grin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263885801457673714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Sub Rosa entry! I call this little scene "introducing the cats"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess enters Adrienne’s house and the first thing her eyes saw were the number of cats around the room. 1 cat had white and black spots, one had orange hair and black stripes like a tigers, one had black hair, the other white, one had brown and one had an assortment of all 3 colors and lastly there was one with orange hair and what seems to be a scar on his body. There were 2 cats on the sofa, 1 was sleeping above the fire place, 3 were playing on the floor and another 1 was walking toward them as if it was greeting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You never told me that you loved cats this much, Adrienne. How do you raise these guys? I have a fish at home and it’s already causing me trouble.” Wondered Jess as she was tip-toeing on the floor looking at the ground careful not to step one of the 3 playing cats on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well… I didn’t really find it much of a challenge. For as long as I can remember I’ve had these cats. I and my sisters take turns caring for them.” Adrienne replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well good for you. I always wanted to have a real pet at home but I’ve always been either too busy or too lazy to even bother taking care of my pet. Also, my brother tends to torment animals, like his old guinea pig “guss”. So sending a pet at home would be like sending it to its grave.” Jess said while patting one of the cats “what are their names by the way?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Names? Well those 2 on the sofa are Friday and Tuesday. The 3 playing around is Monday, Saturday and Wednesday. While the one sleeping is—“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“let me guess.” Interrupted Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The one sleeping is Sunday and this guy is Thursday! Right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Actually it’s the vice-versa. The one sleeping is Thursday and this one is Sunday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ohh… right, who named these guys anyway? Frankly I found the fact that you named your cats according to the 7 days of the week rather weird.” Wondered Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well my sisters named them. When I was born they were already named.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-1937222799749872151?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/1937222799749872151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=1937222799749872151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1937222799749872151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1937222799749872151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-sub-rosa-entry-i-call-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SQ0UP0YbZfI/AAAAAAAAARU/N_NjQvbOIOU/s72-c/grin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-7439582038720626032</id><published>2008-11-01T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:37:18.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUB ROSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SQ0SUmRe0aI/AAAAAAAAARE/Za3jv7PliH0/s1600-h/611084.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SQ0SUmRe0aI/AAAAAAAAARE/Za3jv7PliH0/s320/611084.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263883684546531746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't exactly one chapter yet. I just posted what I already posted in a forum. This is a little longer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 26 years before these events took place. When I was last involved in an imaginary world of witches and vampires. A place I like to call “Lacross”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie Cunner is a 17 year old girl with chestnut brown hair that was neither too dark to be black or too light to be brown. Her eyes were of an extremely light blue hue, the kind of blue hue that contradicted her dark hair which made her eyes stand out. She had an averagely fit physic—not too thin, not too fat but somewhere in between. Lastly her skin was pale—too pale it made her seem as if her blood has been drained from her veins but it also made her seemingly pink lips stand out fairly well. She was usually called “Jess” by her peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the warm and comforting wind bids good bye to her, she packs her things and leaves for big city London. Her father, an architect, was recently selected as the head architect on a major construction in big city London. He decides to bring his family, is wife Mrs. Miranda Cunner—a thin woman with brown hair similar to that of an average brown from a Crayola crayons box; his boy Shean Cunner—a mischievous looking 12 year old turning 13 this year with brown hair like his mothers but the same brown eyes that belonged to his father—and daughter Jessie Cunner, to the city to live with him until the construction ends. Mr. Cunner has bought a house with a discounted price given by the company and even found a good private school to enroll both Shean and Jess in. So there was no reason for Mr. Cunner to refuse. Although everybody agreed, Jess didn’t. If she left she knew she would leave everything behind. The house that sheltered her until that day, the school that educated her and made her what she is now, her friends who comforted her and became a good reason why she was happy until that moment and most of all she knew that if she left she would be leaving her beloved Boyfriend, Daren, behind. Unfortunately, she was out numbered. Her mother wanted to go because she didn’t like the fact that her co-workers always kept on bugging her. Her brother wanted to go because he knew that if he steps inside his school he’ll get into another fight with the one he had a fight with the last time. Her father wanted to go, obviously, because his job is there and couldn’t say no to the company’s very generous offer—a large salary, a home, a school for his kids and medical insurances signed by the company’s president himself. So, Jess didn’t have a choice but to follow the family’s decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jess packed the last of the bags into the car she notices that her friends and Daren arrived to bid her goodbye. She instantly ran to them and hugged Daren tight, her friends then surrounded Jess and hugged her. She didn’t want to leave but she had no choice. Her parents knew how Jess felt during this moment and quietly stayed inside the car. This moment over whelmed Jess, she cried as hard as she could as she hugs Daren tighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll contact you 24/7 every time you look at your phone expect a message or two from us.” Encouraged Jess’ skinny friend who eventually cried because of the sheer fact that she will be leaving and no matter how often they will communicate they will still miss each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look I’m sure the construction won’t take too much time and when it’s finished I’ll be waiting her for you.” Softly Daren said to Jess as he caresses her hair trying to make Jess feel lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What if that won’t happen?! What if the construction will never end?! What will happen then?!” Shouted Jess she could no longer hold her thoughts and her words because of her emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daren sheds a tear in his eye and escorts Jess ever so slowly to her car where her parents and brother are waiting for her to get in. Jess walked slower than Daren did—wanting this moment to last forever but things never last forever. When Daren and Jess arrive at the door of Jess’ family car, Daren opened the door and finally gave Jess one last kiss on the forehead before saying goodbye. Jess gets in the car and tries to hold her tears as she closes the door and the car engine is turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While inside Jess looks at the window at the back window, looking at what she will leave behind and miss.  It didn’t take long enough before she can scarcely see her friends and Daren and it also didn’t take long before she passed by a sign saying “Thank you for visiting. We hope you will come again.” The difference though was that Jess knew she will never return. She knew that when her father will finish his current project he will then get other job offerings in the city until they will ultimately live there—forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been an hour since Jessie last saw the faces of her beloved friends and Daren and for the past hour she’s been extremely quiet, scary-quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t we go around London when we settle our things in our new home?” said Mrs. Cunner trying to break the cold atmosphere her daughter is displaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there was no reply except the futile reply of her husband—Mr. Cunner “Sure, why not? We should have some fun running around and exploring the place. Anyway, your classes don’t start until the day after tomorrow, Right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Jess and her brother Shean look at their dad with 2 different expressions. Shean looked at his father with the impression that he wasn’t listening because he was listening to the sound effects from playing with his PSP. Jess, on the other hand, portrayed a sadistic look. A sadistic look mainly caused by her seemingly tear-wet face and reddish eyes. But both children replied the same “yea.” After, both returned to what they did before. Mrs. Cunner not knowing what to do simply looked at her husband and then he looked at her back, both of them had a face saying “this will be a long ride.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They soon arrive in big city London. The city’s beauty awed all 4 of them. Although tit wasn’t their first time entering the city but it still awed them anyway. Even Jess, despite her sorrow, took notice of the place. It wasn’t long until they parked in front of their new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was that of an elegant yet simple design, a design that was actually made by their father a long time ago. In fact some of the neighboring houses were of his design. All four entered took their respective luggage and entered the house. As they entered their head seemed to turn 360 degrees. They were awed by the fine architecture of the house. It welcomed them with a French designed staircase leading to the rooms and a large 2-story cathedral like window. To the left were 2 Roman styled columns that divided the living room and the entrance. Its living room was decorated with fine leather furniture and a flat television screen. Its floors were of fine dark wood that matched the room and the colorful paintings. There was the large kitchen and breakfast area. The kitchen was decorated with fine granite counters, a big stove and a separate oven, a large 2 door refrigerator and French styled tiles and walls to match. Next to the breakfast area was the dinning room with a comfort room nearby. The dinning room was a small room just enough for a large table of 8 and enough space that made it neither not too tight nor not too wide. From the dinning room they can see the backyard with a large apple tree and some flowers, such as an assortment of colored roses as well as elegant daffodils and dandelions. The upper floor displayed a simpler design. It had a small library and 3 rooms—the master bed room, Jess’ room and Shean’s room. Each room, of course like any simple yet elegant house, had its own bathroom—that way the whole house wouldn’t have noises caused by Shean and Jess’s argument on who would be using the bathroom next. It was an elegant yet simple home indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So how do you like it?” Mr. Cunner boasted as he places his luggage on the floor. Jess was awed by the house’s interior. She could barely utter her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow Dad it’s…it’s…beau—“said Jess before she was interrupted by Shean, her brother, who said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WoW!! Dad this place is awesome!! I can’t believe we’ll be staying here!! Hey dad, can we pick our own room?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I don’t see why no—“Mr. Cunner said before, like Jess, being interrupted by Shean—who immediately ran upstairs to claim his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow dad, this house looks great.” Jess said to her dad finally able to finish her sentence without Shean’s interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I’m glad that you’re okay with it. You should know that after every storm, comes out the sun shining brightly. I know everything is going to go swell.” He kisses Jess’s head with his arm around her shoulder like what every good father would do to comfort his only daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m getting this room!!!” Shean shouted from upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! No fair twerp! I’m older so I should pick first!!” Jess shouted back and ran upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Families are at most important to one’s life. They teach you that basics of everything and will never leave you to burn under the heat of the sun nor will they allow you to carry the hold world under your shoulders by yourself. They are always there everywhere anytime.&lt;br /&gt;During this moment it showed just that. As Jess reached the room where her brother claimed to be his, they argued on who will be keeping the room. Of course their parents stopped their argument and made them rather disappointed at the same time by telling them that that room would be theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well if that’s the case then I’ll be having this room instead!” Shean shouted again from another near by room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His room had 2 windows showing the 2 trees from the backyard. The whole room was in a rather yellow hue. Even the carpeted floor also matched the hue of the whole room itself. It was also the only room in the house with a balcony a big plus for whoever will own it. Jess rushes in and was initially attached to the room. I was perfect for her and it’ll be her room she thought but then her thought broke hen she remembered her annoying brother’s annoying voice. She knew, to get hold of the room she had to take care of one small obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You like stories don’t you Shean?” Asked Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well if you’re trying to change my mind then it won’t work! You can get the other room but this room is mine!” Shouted Shean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess simple calmed down and sat on the bed and said, “What are you talking about? I just thought that you’d be interested to know the history of this place.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What about it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well…” Jess continued “you see that big tree just outside that window? Well I herd that that was the place where a little girl was killed when she was accused of being a witch back in the 1800’s.” Jess leans beside her brother’s ear and talks softly “I even heard that that same girl is still seen sitting on one of the branches of that same tree. Today she is seen with pale blue skin, humming odd tunes and even walking around the house once a while… But of course it’s only a folk tale. Everybody knows that these things aren’t real.” Jess leaves humming a peculiar tune. When she was about to grab the door’s knob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait! Y-you want to take this room instead?” Her brother’s words showed his tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh you sure? I thought you wanted this room?” She let out a plastic surprised face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, you can have it. I’m just being generous today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really? Thank you, little brother.” Her words were obviously plastic. It was a good thing that her brother was half attentive. He was more focused on getting out of the room, which he did a few seconds after. Jess’s plan worked well. She always had a talent for persuading people but that “people” had a population of 1--- Shean Cunner.&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/941125778437608454-7439582038720626032?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/7439582038720626032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=7439582038720626032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7439582038720626032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7439582038720626032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2008/11/sub-rosa.html' title='SUB ROSA'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SQ0SUmRe0aI/AAAAAAAAARE/Za3jv7PliH0/s72-c/611084.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-746634984100301488</id><published>2008-09-11T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:10:18.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misyon Student Essay Contest entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj72MtS4iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_TMHsLpKn9s/s1600-h/FF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj72MtS4iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_TMHsLpKn9s/s320/FF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244718674615656994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I said. This was my contest entry for Misyon. My Values teacher told me about this one morning and said that I have to pass my entry the day after. So this was what I came up for in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth today face many adversaries that hinder the growth of their personhood and spiritual being. Influenced by the Devil’s doing, they forget their values and logical thinking replacing it with sex, vices, pornography, rebellion, and drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 years since I met Ate Megan. Within those 2 years, she has been sharing portions of her experiences through life. She was born without a father by her side and was adopted by her aunt and uncle. Despite this, she was rejected by both of them. From that point, she felt a sense of insecurity, distrust and emptiness because of that she resorted to her friends in hopes of filling up whatever her parents failed to do. She engaged into drinking beer, rebelling against her parents and neglecting her education in order to flee from her problems and hopefully overlook them in time. By the age of 11, she returned to her biological mother. She was the type of mother who was willing to help her child if given the chance. She would frequently offer advices and share God’s words with her but her efforts were senseless for Ate Megan, herself, was unable to uncover the difficulties that influence her unpleasant behavior. She continued what she has started, before she returned to her biological mother. It was until her first few days in college that she heeded for her mother’s words. Her mother introduced her to God and because of Him she gained new insights about her life. Her emptiness was filled with her devotion towards God and her love towards her family and friends. Today, she is preaching God’s words to high school students, helping them in hopes that they would not experience the same fate as she did. She is even a guitarist and a singer in a band that devotes its music to God. God helped save Ate Megan in order for her to do greater things from Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family’s support is considered the standing point in a child’s social relations. It is because of this that will make a child vulnerable to the dangers present in the world today making them insecure, doubtful, empty and selfish. If the child has yet too feel love from his family then he will seek love from his peers instead. Most youth would then participate in whatever their peers are addicted to. Some of the youth today, hunger for love that they seek comfort from the opposite sex. This sometimes results to the impregnation of the female and the loss of virginity of both partners. And a percentage of the youth result to killing and suicide if they are given a situation that they cannot comprehend. These are the hindrances that blind and affect the youth greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hope of the world and Church’s tomorrow lies in the hands of the present youth. One can change the world and the Church when he is faithful and determined for the better future. It is because of one’s faith and determination that will lead him to change the world in spite of the numerous predicaments that he will encounter. His faith will assist him in remaining hopeful and faithful to what God has set for humanity and for himself. His doubts and insecurities will be released. His determination will allow him to act and follow God’s call ignoring the Devil’s temptations. Like a battlefield, one carries the hopes and dreams of the world. With the sword of light, represented by a person’s determination, and the shield of truth, represented by a person’s faith, one is engaging in a battle with the Devil to defend God’s. The youth is given a special task regardless of his origin or what he has done. They are given the task to change the world whether his task maybe spreading God’s word thru the arts, talks, actions and charities as long as the youth continue perform one act of random kindness at a time. For this very reason, I strongly believe; whatsoever comes in the way of the youth, as long as I remain firm and guarded with the sword of light and shield of truth I will triumph and revolutionize the world into God’s liking until the day that I await to be reunited with my Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-746634984100301488?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/746634984100301488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=746634984100301488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/746634984100301488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/746634984100301488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2008/09/misyon-student-essay-contest-entry.html' title='Misyon Student Essay Contest entry'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj72MtS4iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_TMHsLpKn9s/s72-c/FF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-4751495724280241266</id><published>2008-09-11T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:03:31.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj69A3dOiI/AAAAAAAAALw/yczVrdlbGdE/s1600-h/ccdance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj69A3dOiI/AAAAAAAAALw/yczVrdlbGdE/s320/ccdance.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244717692184508962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...it's been a really long time since I last posted here. Well a lot of things happened actually. A whole lot of things in fact that I can't list all of them down. Anyway, this is a really short post. Just wanted to say this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-4751495724280241266?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/4751495724280241266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=4751495724280241266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/4751495724280241266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/4751495724280241266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj69A3dOiI/AAAAAAAAALw/yczVrdlbGdE/s72-c/ccdance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-8317381934615609359</id><published>2007-12-17T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T04:22:46.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Nomad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R2ZkpqS1SXI/AAAAAAAAALM/tHP8XXUT74E/s1600-h/SoulNomadHeroandHeroine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R2ZkpqS1SXI/AAAAAAAAALM/tHP8XXUT74E/s320/SoulNomadHeroandHeroine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144910291208063346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys gotta love games such as &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/ps2/strategy/soulcradlesekaiokuraumono/index.html?tag=tabs;summary"&gt;Soul Nomad &amp;amp; the world eaters&lt;/a&gt; it's very similar to that of the Fire Emblem series. Rated as great or 8.0 in Gamespot.com, you have no worries. It earned it's rating. This game not only test you by it's strategy game style but it also allures you with there many endings- making you want to repeat the game all over again. Other than the game style the magnificent dubbing attracts you as each character's voice portrays exactly the character's personality. The Characters are fun too. They come from a wide range, such as from the foul mouthed Gig until the clueless Danette. The story is also a balance of serious story and fun comedy. The game difficulty ain't bad as well. It's not too hard where you'll get frustrated from the frequent "game over" displaying in your screen nor is it too easy that you'll fall asleep from the lack of challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts when you are asked for your gender. (note: your gender will sometimes affect the dialogs of some conversations as well as some endings) After which, you are asked for your name. This is then where it all starts. You start with fighting Danette, your friend since childhood. This is the portion where the basic battle instructions will be discussed. Next, you and Danette will be called by Lady Layna. There she informs both of you that you will become full warriors. Danette chooses her weapon. As for you... you are given a dark sword. As soon as you take hold a flash of dark light surround you. Gig arrives, sealed inside the sword for 200 years. Lady Leyna fuses you and Gig- both you and Gig will now share one body. He demands that you should give him your body so that he will wreck havoc once again. Either reply, the story goes on. Gig proposes that if you would wish for power he will aid you but after that we will immediately take over your body and you will disappear forever. At some point near here you will be given 2 choices. One choice will lead you to the original walk through. The other choice will lead you to the dark walk through. Were you will experience another story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that's all for now. I really recommend this game for gamers who would would a nice strategy game and wouldn't mind the cheap 2D graphics. But I guess you would be too hooked to the game to even bother complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GAME DETAILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NIS America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developer: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nippon Ichi Soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fantasy Turn-Based Strategy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release Date: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sep 25, 2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ESRB: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESRB Descriptors: B&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lood, Fantasy Violence, Strong Language, Sexual Themes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Game Information:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Players: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1 Player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technical Support:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the official web site at: &lt;a href="http://www.thesoulnomad.com"&gt;www.thesoulnomad.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-8317381934615609359?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/8317381934615609359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=8317381934615609359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/8317381934615609359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/8317381934615609359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/12/soul-nomad.html' title='Soul Nomad'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R2ZkpqS1SXI/AAAAAAAAALM/tHP8XXUT74E/s72-c/SoulNomadHeroandHeroine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-4918849069912354419</id><published>2007-12-17T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T03:44:05.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mnhs.org/historymatters/web_assets/muglarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.mnhs.org/historymatters/web_assets/muglarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History...I love that subject. I know that some people find it very boring to study about dead people but I for one find it interesting. Knowing how people lived and the experiences they got is what made me interested. I mean... we'll soon be history anyway. Entering High School I found out that every year I will undertake a certain area in History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my freshmen year, I took on Philippine History. Not much subjects excited me. We've been repeating the same topic ever since grade school. Anyway, My teacher was fun. A little too fun sadly. Usually he would skip from one topic to another. This gave us difficulty during tests and the quarter exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Asian History, this was the best so far. Great teacher, Great Classmates, Great subject!! I would always listen and take note from as soon as the teacher comes in until he comes out. I loved this subject!! Also this was the first time that I got a class where in we never had a lecture for the whole year. Our teacher was great, he would always group us and told us that there will be a certain activity the next meeting. We participated greatly! He loved us and we loved him!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say that my sofie year had come to an end, now I'm a Junior. At first I was equally excited for World History as to how I was excited with Asian History. During the first quarter I tried to participate with the teacher but only after about 2 weeks I got bored of the teacher. I hated her lectures. They were always so booked based. The last thing see would do was actually research more on the subject. BUUT NOOOO~~~ we had to do that. So as we sleep, talk and drift to another world of our own, she lectures the lessons which is exactly all from the book. She never answered my questions. All she gives as a reply would be "You research." or "I don't know.". For crying out loud your suppose to know!!!! If you wanted to shift then at least shift to another subject where your actually interested in. Huh...I just hope she doesn't get this message too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, because of this I am slowly losing my interest for the subject- which I do not like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-4918849069912354419?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/4918849069912354419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=4918849069912354419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/4918849069912354419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/4918849069912354419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/12/history-class.html' title='History Class'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-3566443903776469031</id><published>2007-12-04T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:44:32.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Just a few days ago, we received our result for the Philippine Occupation Interest Survey(POIS) and Philippine Aptitude Classification Test(PACT). I reviewed my results. It mentioned that for further explanation of the result we have to have a one on one talk with the Guidance Counselor. I am yet to have that talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, POIS or the Philippine Occupation Interest Survey is for students to find out the occupation group whose interests are same as the student's.&lt;br /&gt;The result of my POIS was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math, Physical Sciences &amp;amp; tech: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social/Personal: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Administrative:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life &amp;amp; health Science:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arts &amp;amp; Humanities:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Very Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was rather expecting the Math, Physical Science &amp;amp; tech to Reach at least Strong or very strong. I love to learn things involving science, especially biology, and, I have to admit, I like solving problems. That's why when somebody asks me a question or disturb me while I'm in the middle of solving a problem I become very irritated and impatient. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, here comes the result of my PACT- a test given to students to compare their aptitudes with those that are necessary for success in various courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Services: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanities and Arts: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Sciences, Business and Law: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trades and Craft: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health and Welfare: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For this one I was rather sad to know the my services was VERY LOW. I wanted to go thru cooking as a side course. Anyway, I never thought that Law would be one of my high points but most especially I never expected EDUCATION. I don't have plans to teach at all. I don't have the patience to teach. Well...I was hoping my science would be high.....guess not. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-3566443903776469031?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/3566443903776469031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=3566443903776469031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3566443903776469031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3566443903776469031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/12/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-236627189665412874</id><published>2007-11-28T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:07:57.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juniors Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R03YnNqOoRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wA5oXEqDTbc/s1600-h/Blonde+%2890%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R03YnNqOoRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wA5oXEqDTbc/s320/Blonde+%2890%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138000918092882194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day I've actually am excited about. Well I still have to tweak my schedule. I'm mostly going to be busy today. I just hope I won't be too busy. I hate being too busy it annoys me. Hmm...well I find it kinda odd that I'm rather excited for this. I guess it's just that I'm given the opportunity to make a closer bond with my classmates. I mean...no matter how you look at it. They are like my 3rd family...basically because I spend more time with them in the classroom than any other group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be bringing my DVD portable and my "uncle"'s aunt's sleeping bag. Should I bring a comforter with it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-236627189665412874?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/236627189665412874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=236627189665412874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/236627189665412874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/236627189665412874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/11/juniors-night.html' title='Juniors Night!'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R03YnNqOoRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wA5oXEqDTbc/s72-c/Blonde+%2890%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-1343711177791578203</id><published>2007-11-19T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:51:47.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Disaster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R0ICX9qOoPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vJTApOdDAJk/s1600-h/The_Food_Design_part2_by_Voldekimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R0ICX9qOoPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vJTApOdDAJk/s320/The_Food_Design_part2_by_Voldekimi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134669135867715826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning to cook breakfast. I heated some salmon and cooked my own fried rice.I was done with the salmon so i placed it in the plate. Then came the rice, I got some rice from last night and placed it in the frying pan with the melted butter. I scrambled it a bit until every part was evernly covered with the butter. Got some White Onions, garlic and tomatoes, as well as tomato ketchup, and mixed them in the pan with the rice. Lastly, was the herbs. I got all the herbs or spices that I need. I placed some rosemary and other spices(Thyme and Marjoram). It was almost done! I can smell the sweeeet rice already. I just had to put one more spice, Oregano. In one pinch of the spice, my yummy rice turned into this disgusting rice that I can't even take! The Orgegano covered the whole rice. Because of that my breakfast was ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....what was the lesson learned here? Watch carefully what ever you put in your food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-1343711177791578203?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/1343711177791578203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=1343711177791578203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1343711177791578203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1343711177791578203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/11/kitchen-disaster.html' title='Kitchen Disaster!'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R0ICX9qOoPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vJTApOdDAJk/s72-c/The_Food_Design_part2_by_Voldekimi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-5627853864461609650</id><published>2007-11-13T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:25:45.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween disaster?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R0H5ntqOoOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VHRPhRHoPAY/s1600-h/ChibiCandidate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R0H5ntqOoOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VHRPhRHoPAY/s320/ChibiCandidate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134659510846005474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I was taking to a friend. He told me the reason why he like Halloween. Then I remembered something that I did back 3 years ago. When I was still in grade 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It the days were counting until Halloween ofcourse our exams as well. One day, I talked with my friends, we were talking about costumes people would were during &lt;br /&gt;Halloween as well as the food and others. After a few days I gave that idea some thought..."Why don't I make a party of my own on Halloween?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where it all started. I soon found myself planning and organizing. I told my uncle if it was fine for me to use one room and he agreed. Then I started passing invitations. I still remember that I was hiding for some people because I didn't want them to know I was having a party on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally came, Halloween. Sad to say a lot of the people I invited rejected my invitation because they weren't allowed to go. And for some of those who WERE allowed...I forgot when and where to meet in the invitation. -_- &lt;br /&gt;So in the end, Only me, Lance, Tootsie(my dog) and Ate *forgot her name* had the party. We were like royalty. The food and drinks were all ours! Each of us had our own bed, including Tootsie. During the first night, we had a really hard time. We had juices....but no water?! We went down to ask for some but sadly they didn't have water either!! We were really dehydrated..hahahah but it was so funny! The next morning we kept on going back and forth the beach. Tootsie cam along too. She was behind me all the time and she seems to follow me where ever I go. Even on the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well over all it was fun. I'm thinking of doing this again but I'm not sure where...hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-5627853864461609650?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/5627853864461609650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=5627853864461609650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/5627853864461609650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/5627853864461609650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-night-i-was-taking-to-friend.html' title='Halloween disaster?'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/R0H5ntqOoOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VHRPhRHoPAY/s72-c/ChibiCandidate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-6275767870994737523</id><published>2007-11-03T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T08:25:00.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring in the Dark of the Dead and the Colors of Fall</title><content type='html'>For this months theme: Bring the Dark of the Dead and the Colors of Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take it phrase by phrase now shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RyyNf3vQXOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ufiHcfSSNA0/s1600-h/Cemetary_by_epiphyte78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RyyNf3vQXOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ufiHcfSSNA0/s320/Cemetary_by_epiphyte78.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128629654345768162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Dark of the Dead..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration rather...in memorial of the All Souls day during the 1st and 2nd days of November.Other than that it's also the month of Halloween(well actually it was last month but I'll just make it November). Ahh....Halloween, the ghost stories and silly tantrums. It brings me back to memory lain. Anyway, this years halloween I noticed that there are some articles in the newspaper related to the paranormal. It's the fist time that I noticed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem...NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RyyNfXvQXNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HLbtRNjR7Og/s1600-h/_In_the_autumn_by_karil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RyyNfXvQXNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HLbtRNjR7Og/s320/_In_the_autumn_by_karil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128629645755833554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Colors of fall..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one season I don't want to forget- FALL! This s a great season. The weather goes form the Hot Blazing Heat of Summer to the Cool Relaxing Winds of Autumn or Fall. A nice stroll in the area with the slowly changing trees. Soon the park will be filled with the red leaves of trees mixed with some yellow, brown and green. The wind blows the leaves away forming like a gentle storm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you mix both elements you add some happiness to the Darkness supposedly filled when a person dies or when visiting the dead. I mean what's to be sad about a loved one's departure to paradise? You will probably be joining that person soon or in time. I understand that we cry during funerals because of sadness that we will miss the already dead. I understand that completely but why not try making a change for once? I always wanted to wear a something red when attending a funeral, if it wasn't for tradition that is. When you think about it....so what? It's just a color. I'm not disrespecting the dead by wearing red. In fact wouldn't it be better to see something bright like red or yellow than plain white that blends with the sun or black that emits a sense of darkness? My point is...why not wear something else during funerals. not just white or black. Surely wearing something with a different color will bring at least some color to the funeral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now I noticed that I went too far from where I planned to end this.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-6275767870994737523?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/6275767870994737523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=6275767870994737523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6275767870994737523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6275767870994737523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/11/bring-in-dark-of-dead-and-colors-of.html' title='Bring in the Dark of the Dead and the Colors of Fall'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RyyNf3vQXOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ufiHcfSSNA0/s72-c/Cemetary_by_epiphyte78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-633805917122894493</id><published>2007-10-28T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:10:49.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 4: Chilshish....Allure??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w146/TriggerHappyRetard1/766452514_-339178207__1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w146/TriggerHappyRetard1/766452514_-339178207__1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for those of you who don't know what allure is, it means attraction. So right now I believe that everything has it's bad sides. Like how anime can be bad because it might corrupt a persons head or... how much optimism might result to failure in the end. Well this person describes all of the said things. Not directly but...i think you get my point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never intended to be really close to this person(let's call this person Rebecca[gah! darn Wild arms!!]). So when I first saw Rebecca she was with Flint. Me, having no idea of what's happening I came to my other friends- Lance, Fallon...etc. I remember Fallon once told me that she introduced both of them then they suddenly became inseparable. I thought of plotting a plan. Yes, a BAD plan. I plotted to get close to Rebecca and make sure that Flint was alone. Yes, I know it was bad...but back then when she stopped hang out with us as if we were replaced made us mad. Anyway, I soon decided to stop what I was planning since it was too....well...something. Until finally one day, I communicated with her. So even I suddenly became inseparable with her. The plan that I backed out on suddenly appeared, the irony of everything. So since that time we became inseparable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we're not really talking that much. If she asks a question I answer and our conversation is over. So anyway, recently this person is really getting into my nerves. When I recall and look back....if we hadn't met then things would have been a lot more peaceful. Although...when I also looked back. I can't help but thank her for the troubles that she has given me and my friends. I know it's weird that I'm thanking the person who gave us troubles..but it's true. Without her I would still be the same person I was back then. Without her me and Flint wouldn't have settled the hidden cracks between us. So even if she does give us trouble...I still thank her. So thank you Rebecca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-633805917122894493?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/633805917122894493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=633805917122894493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/633805917122894493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/633805917122894493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/episode-4-chilshishallure.html' title='Episode 4: Chilshish....Allure??'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-3496540295694243653</id><published>2007-10-26T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:33:11.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions to ask yourself...regularly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RyJrHHvQXLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7aJTrN49_rI/s1600-h/e-h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RyJrHHvQXLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7aJTrN49_rI/s320/e-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125777095981554866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once observed that you learn more by the questions you ask than by the answers you give. Call it Socratic learning, if you will, but I find that asking questions of myself helps keep me on track. Here are ten I ask regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I resisting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seeds of growth lie in your resistance to what is new, unfamiliar, or unpleasant. All too often, the very things we resist most are the things that force us to grow the most. So, be attentive to those subtle gut-tightening signals that hint of an opportunity for learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the lesson here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a second step that is needed to reinforce the insight gained by asking the first question. In order to really benefit, we have to actually seek out the lesson, demonstrate that we really want to hear, and be willing to follow the often-subtle guidance that comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been here before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often our most pressing issues are thinly disguised versions of problems we've failed to solve in the past. Different names and faces maybe, but the same underneath, destined not to go away until we meet and resolve them once and for all. If your answer to this question is, yes, then maybe it's time to get to the bottom of the issue and solve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I losing energy to this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pay a price for every negative thought we entertain, and it's measured in decreased energy, heightened depression, reduced immune function, and sometimes serious illness. Although you may believe otherwise, we have to reach the place where anger, frustration, worry, and criticism have no place in our experience. Until we do, we are losing energy, diluting our focus, and rendering ourselves vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I holding on to something I need to let go of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most difficult tasks of this life consists in letting go-of our attachments, of ego, of our need to be right, and ultimately, of this life. You cannot fly unless you are willing to relinquish your firm footing on earth; flying requires that sort of faith, and commitment. The surprising thing is that, when we really let go, we begin to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I in the present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Every moment you spend regretting the past or worrying about the future is a moment of the present, lost. Yes, we need to complete the past, wind up our unfinished business, and be attentive to trends that portend of future events, but we can take action only in the present. So, that's where your full attention needs to be, and staying in the present is a full time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I need to do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To act or not to act, that is the question. Whether tis nobler in the mind to take action against a sea of troubles and so by doing, prolong them, or to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous inaction and so gain clarity. (Shakespeare would sue for what I've done to Hamlet's timeless prose) Put the question differently: is there a NEED for action now? Often, we act because we're afraid that, if we don't, things will get worse. The truth is that deliberate inaction is action, and it is often a way to allow a cloudy situation to become clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's in control here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or false?: It's important to be in control of your life. Control can be a big issue for some people, especially if they feel they don't have it. So, granted, it's perfectly reasonable to want to feel in control. Letting go of the past, staying in the present, and taking action (including no action) are all ways to develop a sense that you are in control. But, let me suggest that there is a step beyond control. It is to recognize that, ultimately, you are NOT in control-that you are always subject to a higher authority. Paradoxically, this recognition and your acknowledgement of it can free you from the need to always be IN control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my responsibility here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed how some people have a need to involve others in their problems? If it's your boss, your significant other, or your child, it's normal to conclude that your have to do something. But, that something doesn't mean becoming part of the problem! Your responsibility, in this case, is to maintain a level of detachment that will enable you to see the situation clearly, and this clarity pertains not only to the solution, but to the extent that you should be involved in the problem in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I at peace with this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know when you're at peace with something? Chances are, it's when you can look at an issue, person, or problem and feel no charge, no subtle or sudden surge of emotion. But peace is something more. It's about balance, an inner certainty that you are untouched by it, him, or her. The peace-check is a key element in gaining closure, in ascertaining that the situation is complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-3496540295694243653?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.storybin.com/lists/list145.shtml' title='Questions to ask yourself...regularly.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/3496540295694243653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=3496540295694243653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3496540295694243653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3496540295694243653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/questions-to-ask-yourselfregularly.html' title='Questions to ask yourself...regularly.'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RyJrHHvQXLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7aJTrN49_rI/s72-c/e-h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-7976866675134821289</id><published>2007-10-22T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:16:59.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling left behind anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RyJ1WXvQXMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gkwOu7-rOq4/s1600-h/sora+and+roxas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RyJ1WXvQXMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gkwOu7-rOq4/s320/sora+and+roxas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125788353090837698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you Guys feel....well I don't know? Left behind.. Like...ugh... for example, you go with your group of friends then suddenly you feel as if you're left behind. Like, one person is paired with the other and your the only one left without a partner. So what you do is that you just stick with them but the feeling of being left out is there. I'll tell you my story and how I end up feeling this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally go back to my own group of friends. What's different with my group of friends now is that we have a new friend join the group, Blue. She's also a friend of mine even before I rejoined my group. At first, I was happy cuz all of us were having fun. Me and White would usually hang out together after classes because she's trying out for a varsity slot in our schools swimming team and I always practice there cuz I'm part of the team. Anyway, a few weeks pass by there was some change. White had a cold so she can't go swimming(it's alright, I understand.. I usually just swim and talk to my other friends in the pool. Anyway, enough of that that's another story.). Then as time passes I noticed that they were going in groups. Like... Blue, Violet and Orange goes together as one group. White, is usually too busy or she goes out with other people. Black and Pink are usually both together. I feel as if I wasn't part of the group anymore. I kept on telling myself that I wanted to transfer schools, you know. Get a new life and start again. Sadly my dream of transferring schools that time was impossible. My father already payed full tuition and I'm already half way the school year. There's no way I'll be allowed to transfer. Anyway, I go with them even with the feeling of being left out or...how we call it "OP". One day while I was eating cereal fro breakfast I thought of this situation...then something hit me.&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span class="head"&gt;At this point a friend of mine, Flint, noticed my condition. She jokes around a bit saying things like I'll look older if I lack sleep or I already look old that even the flies are surrounding me. Anyway, after Filipino I go back to sleep when she approaches me and notices that I'm hot. She suggests that I go to the clinic. She volunteers to escort me there(which I'm not sure if she's concerned or she just wants to go out....hehehe JOKE!) So anyway, I stay in the clinic until 12 or lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-From one of my posts entitled "today..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess time my friends all went to visit me when I was in the clinic. That thought really hit me.I was like..."how could I be so stupid! I was never left behind...It was only a temporary feeling. In the end I was never left behind." When I knew that it made me really happy to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what's the lesson here? Simply said, don't say that your useless or people leave you behind. When you look back you might be surprised on how much you have helped others or how they helped you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-7976866675134821289?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/7976866675134821289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=7976866675134821289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7976866675134821289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7976866675134821289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/feeling-left-behind-anyone.html' title='Feeling left behind anyone?'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RyJ1WXvQXMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gkwOu7-rOq4/s72-c/sora+and+roxas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-705245975910280147</id><published>2007-10-17T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:49:44.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 4: The Poet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RxmVsTWP9uI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hTKT1vRnziA/s1600-h/Dontmesswitthem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RxmVsTWP9uI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hTKT1vRnziA/s320/Dontmesswitthem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123290639451027170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this guy since last year but we weren't formally introduced until this year. He's a fellow writer like me. Although, unlike me he takes his writing into constant practice by joining the the Tambuli Club, our school's club newspaper. I've read his poems and they were nice. You can really see the feeling being displayed in his poems. Yes, he's a fool for romance. A guy who hids in the dark with her as his only source of light. Hahaha! Wow this was really filled with cheese and corn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following my foolish yet "poetic" &lt;b&gt;verse&lt;/b&gt;, I actually enjoy talking to him and he's a fun guy. I remember one time when a friend of our was in trouble. He gave his advice and our friend and another friend left to go somewhere. Me and him were left there we talked about things, like how good it is to know that you helped someone or to know that you play a role in a persons life. I can't help but agree. Usually after classes we would bump into each other and we would talk if neither of us were busy. We would talk about serious things...and sometimes about his story that he's making with his------ Okay that's confidential. Also sometimes we would bump into each other again after I'm done with my swimming. Again we talk and if there is something troubling him he would share it with me. (Man... I wish I could do the same...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I asked him if he would want to join our Outreach group, a group wherein we talk about God and how we can make our everyday activities pleasing to Him. He said he'll still check on it. Since every Thurs is when we take it and they prepare for their PMT.... -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-705245975910280147?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/705245975910280147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=705245975910280147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/705245975910280147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/705245975910280147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/episode-4-poet.html' title='Episode 4: The Poet'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RxmVsTWP9uI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hTKT1vRnziA/s72-c/Dontmesswitthem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-4528781417243687225</id><published>2007-10-17T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:55:46.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams and Priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RxXpbjWP9sI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rkV1hOIFyKk/s1600-h/Ryoma+chibi+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RxXpbjWP9sI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rkV1hOIFyKk/s320/Ryoma+chibi+school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122256810758108866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh...well the exams are nearing. I have World History, English and Values as my first 3 exams. I'm kinda lazy to study really(that explains why I'm writing here). Anyway, I'm lazy...but...I don't want to fail! I just want to get a good grade. Practically all my teachers have been telling me that my grades are lower this quarter especially my World History and Chemistry Teachers. Huh... to be honest I just want to swim and relax. Even if I'm not joining the upcoming Milo Little Olympics... I just want to do what I want ofcourse that will never happen. I know I have my priorities. I always have my career 3rd in my list, 2nd is my family and the top spot is my God, the 4th of course is my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-4528781417243687225?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/4528781417243687225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=4528781417243687225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/4528781417243687225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/4528781417243687225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/exams-and-priorities.html' title='Exams and Priorities'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RxXpbjWP9sI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rkV1hOIFyKk/s72-c/Ryoma+chibi+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-6290114144755495578</id><published>2007-10-11T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T09:02:23.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rw4-xTWP9qI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6nNZHIChh0A/s1600-h/Brown+%2851%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rw4-xTWP9qI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6nNZHIChh0A/s200/Brown+%2851%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120098843094939298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been afraid? I mean very afraid? I am... every passing day, the fact that the days are counting to that day, the more I think about it the more I ask myself questions. The more I ask myself, the more I am afraid. Though I feel honored to be there but am I good enough? Just that question fears me. I know it's not right to worry on how people will think of you... It's just that I want to give...to show myself what I am. I want to show myself that I'm good by how people will see me. I mean... you might have your talent, you want to know where you are that's why you ask. I mean the use of competitions is to prove yourself, prove to yourself what you are made of. In other words, what's the use of moving when you don't know where you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth I was shocked by how fast I was accepted. I was proud of it. I really was and I think I let it show. I was happy really happy that I got in. I made fun friends when doing this. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rw4-xjWP9rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/788O6LKgUVQ/s1600-h/Red+head+%2867%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rw4-xjWP9rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/788O6LKgUVQ/s200/Red+head+%2867%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120098847389906610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prize, right, friends? What more could you ask for?  Though whenever somebody would tell me that I don't belong with them... I get hurt yet in the same time get a taste of reality. Reality, because I wonder why I got there. I mean "why did I get in?" "HOW DID I GET IN?" I understand that my coach has high hopes for me like any other aspiring athlete or athlete. But still...(ugh...my words are so jumbled!!) "HOW GOOD AM I?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why every night I pray to God that I'll get better. Every night I pray that I'll be alright. I pray that He will take good care of me and give me the stamina and strength to improve. Every time during practice, when ever I feel tired or I can't go on, I tell myself "Just a little more." "I can't give up" "Lord, please help" The reason why I go beyond my limits is because I know that if I don't break it I can't become better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, as the days count by...I pray to God that I will be able to prove myself. That I will be able to be the best I can when that day comes...I'll leave the rest to you me Shepard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.clocklink.com/clocks/9001e-orange.swf?TimeZone=GMT0800&amp;amp;Target=2007,10,19,0,0,0&amp;amp;Title=Until+THE+day...&amp;amp;Message=Message&amp;amp;" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="18" width="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-6290114144755495578?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/6290114144755495578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=6290114144755495578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6290114144755495578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6290114144755495578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rw4-xTWP9qI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6nNZHIChh0A/s72-c/Brown+%2851%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-3735313952786525040</id><published>2007-10-10T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T05:17:23.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COOK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwy4hjWP9mI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WyXY1TxQu7U/s1600-h/ICONATOR_22f346189d1290705724cc36e68da0ae.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwy4hjWP9mI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WyXY1TxQu7U/s320/ICONATOR_22f346189d1290705724cc36e68da0ae.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119669762977166946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd just want to share one hobby I love to do.....COOKING! Anyway, I started cooking since I was little and I think the first thing I was able to cook was either Pancit canton or Corned beef. After that I started making scrambled eggs, though I didn't eat them, my sister did. Anyway, after that I started observing people when they cook. Usually I look at people when they cook desserts and since I just look at them, at first I destroy the food or making something very new from what I wanted to make. Why I like too cook? I don't know really... maybe it's just the fun of experimenting things. You know, mixing ingredients then testing how it would taste. Anyway... just to hurry things up, I'm currently trying to make good brownies! When I make good ones I'll try bringing them to school and see what my peeps would think....Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-3735313952786525040?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/3735313952786525040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=3735313952786525040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3735313952786525040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3735313952786525040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/cook.html' title='COOK!'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwy4hjWP9mI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WyXY1TxQu7U/s72-c/ICONATOR_22f346189d1290705724cc36e68da0ae.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-3115167003101986913</id><published>2007-10-09T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T07:39:14.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwuQxDWP9lI/AAAAAAAAAII/RSeUx0-wirk/s1600-h/side+effect.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwuQxDWP9lI/AAAAAAAAAII/RSeUx0-wirk/s320/side+effect.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119344573823317586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week and probably next week is really getting to me. I don't really know what to do next. I want to cut some slack but I can't. Cause if I do I would go way behind my deadlines. I just hate it! I can't write nor draw at least everyday. Even my schedule for praying changed, for the past few days I seem to forget to pray before I sleep so usually I would then just pray in the morning.  Huh... like right now, I have to make a comic strip, in the same time I have to practice big time for the Milo little Olympics, this coming October 19, 2007(correct me if I'm wrong).  Then by next week, if the Milo little Olympics really will start on October 19, I will be having a hard time balancing training and study. Both the Milo little Olympics and our quarter exams will start on the same date, October 19, 2007. Anyway, I just hope I can get use to these changes without changing for the worst. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;*I know it's bad to complain. I mean really "what's the use?" So I'm just saying what I want to express something that I do not or cannot express personally or in reality.&lt;br /&gt;*I pray that I'll do good this week and the following weeks to come, both in my academic grades and my swimming skill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-3115167003101986913?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/3115167003101986913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=3115167003101986913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3115167003101986913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3115167003101986913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should I do?'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwuQxDWP9lI/AAAAAAAAAII/RSeUx0-wirk/s72-c/side+effect.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-7249324887718011765</id><published>2007-10-07T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T05:21:32.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall out boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwofGDWP9kI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QzEKm-HIk8I/s1600-h/skate.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwofGDWP9kI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QzEKm-HIk8I/s320/skate.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118938115298293314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to really like this band. Though I only like the music, I'm still not sure of their lyrics. Some of they're songs are just remixes of other songs. I love their songs that's all I can say. The songs they have ain't also so...uh... "screamo" unlike other alternative rock bands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-7249324887718011765?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/7249324887718011765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=7249324887718011765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7249324887718011765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7249324887718011765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-out-boys.html' title='Fall out boys!'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwofGDWP9kI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QzEKm-HIk8I/s72-c/skate.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-3826146515710564688</id><published>2007-10-05T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:48:39.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwa5KzWP9hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ufadIgbN7a4/s1600-h/ICONATOR_8dc065a4bd2ce67cda792add1ce29ff6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwa5KzWP9hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ufadIgbN7a4/s320/ICONATOR_8dc065a4bd2ce67cda792add1ce29ff6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117981621786506770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwa5KzWP9iI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CvTCkZPeSfU/s1600-h/ICONATOR_9af42e60cafcd6305d815022da88a49c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwa5KzWP9iI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CvTCkZPeSfU/s320/ICONATOR_9af42e60cafcd6305d815022da88a49c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117981621786506786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwa5KzWP9jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JIkx9ZdSFos/s1600-h/ICONATOR_09faf2d9ca0c1c27306669aa976482d5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwa5KzWP9jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JIkx9ZdSFos/s320/ICONATOR_09faf2d9ca0c1c27306669aa976482d5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117981621786506802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...I feel like taking about my sport- Swimming. I love it! It's a great sport! I mean... you get a lot of things in swimming. Of course that depends on what you want to get. Some people do it to exercise their body and lungs. Others want to cool down but still lose carbs. While some others, want it for the competition. Almost everyday of every school week, I train the our school pool. Before I swim I always tell myself, "Yes! Finally swimming!" but when it starts it's ironic that I ask my coach to shorten the work out. Anyway, when I just started doing the training I was a real wreck! I didn't even know how to do all the strokes properly. A first I'm really disappointed at myself for being so bad at this sport when my pool mates are all fast. But that never stopped me. I trained and trained. I want to be better than the others in the pool. I want to show myself... for once I won something big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at this... I realized something. When you engage seriously into sports... it'll oddly become similar to life. I mean you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"train"&lt;/span&gt; to become the best. You do things that you don't like, you don't rest even when you're tired the only thing driving you is you're belief and your passion, your determination to be the best. When you think you can do it you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"chose"&lt;/span&gt; to tournament or contest. You test yourself "how far have I gone?". If you win you have improved. If you lose you are yet to grow better but don't thing bring you down. Everybody faces loses, I mean a winner now was a loser before. Learn your mistakes, learn from your enemies, Search for the reason why you lost. Then you go back to square one... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Train" &lt;/span&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"train"&lt;/span&gt; to grow and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"chose" &lt;/span&gt;to prove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-3826146515710564688?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/3826146515710564688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=3826146515710564688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3826146515710564688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3826146515710564688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/sport.html' title='Sport'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwa5KzWP9hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ufadIgbN7a4/s72-c/ICONATOR_8dc065a4bd2ce67cda792add1ce29ff6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-763700510808050327</id><published>2007-10-05T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:10:06.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwa0ZjWP9gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hC39lhnwGsQ/s1600-h/ICONATOR_72cff76f98eb660912298afd78fced2b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwa0ZjWP9gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hC39lhnwGsQ/s320/ICONATOR_72cff76f98eb660912298afd78fced2b.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117976377631438338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I love to travel, travel to other places and to here then go there but out of all the things that I want to travel in I hate traveling in a car the most. Not only is the space and movement limited but it drains my energy big time! The only thing that could make this worse other than the car travel and the noisy snores....is how to go there. Will the road be curved? Straight? Ups and Downs? or a combination of all 3? .....I think I'm going to hurl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-763700510808050327?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/763700510808050327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=763700510808050327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/763700510808050327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/763700510808050327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/traveling.html' title='Traveling'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rwa0ZjWP9gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hC39lhnwGsQ/s72-c/ICONATOR_72cff76f98eb660912298afd78fced2b.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-6306571196727381410</id><published>2007-10-05T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:47:46.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/45/Smile_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/45/Smile_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="infobox vevent" style="width: 273px; text-align: left; font-size: 90%; height: 310px;" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="description"&gt;&lt;th&gt;Directed by&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeffrey_Kramer" title="Jeffrey Kramer"&gt;Jeffrey Kramer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Produced by&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;Kern Konwiser&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Written by&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;Jeffrey Kramer&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Starring&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sean_Astin" title="Sean Astin"&gt;Sean Astin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mika_Boorem" title="Mika Boorem"&gt;Mika Boorem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Ding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beau_Bridges" title="Beau Bridges"&gt;Beau Bridges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linda_Hamilton" title="Linda Hamilton"&gt;Linda Hamilton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luoyong Wang&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Music by&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;Neil Giraldo&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Cinematography&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;Edward J. Pei&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Editing by&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;Maysie Hoy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katie, a teenage girl from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malibu%2C_California" title="Malibu, California"&gt;Malibu, California&lt;/a&gt;, finds herself in the throes of growing up, facing her parents, her boyfriends, her sexuality and a privileged life. Half a world away in rural &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China" title="China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;, Lin, who shares the birthday with Katie, faces a much different reality. Because of facial deformity, she lives a life of fear and shame. Her father, Daniel, has devoted his life to her, with hopes and dreams that her circumstances will change one day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The opportunity comes with the discovery of the worldwide "Doctor's Gift" program. Katie signs up for a trip to China. Once there, she is deeply touched by the work, which prompts her to take off on her own to find Lin. A "smile" is brought to Lin's face, Katie finds her soul and their extraordinary connection becomes a life-changing experience for both girls.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This movie is based on the work of the charity &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Smile" title="Operation Smile"&gt;Operation Smile&lt;/a&gt;. -from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smile_%28film%29"&gt;wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this movie! It's very nice and extremely dramatic. It shows that reality truly is TOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-6306571196727381410?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/6306571196727381410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=6306571196727381410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6306571196727381410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6306571196727381410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-4430671923852737911</id><published>2007-10-02T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:41:57.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwI8cjWP9fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XBMSrwCqPys/s1600-h/king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwI8cjWP9fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XBMSrwCqPys/s320/king.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116718587868870130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was rather different. It was crazy actually. I first woke up at 12 to finish my group's script for our play in English. I finished at 2 in the morning then fell asleep again. After I woke up at 4:30 I go the kitchen and grab something to eat. Went to school even when my condition suggested that I have fever. So anyway, I go to class and sleep before our teachers enter the class. At this point a friend of mine, Flint, noticed my condition. She jokes around a bit saying things like I'll look older if I lack sleep or I already look old that even the flies are surrounding me. Anyway, after Filipino I go back to sleep when she approaches me and notices that I'm hot. She suggests that I go to the clinic. She volunteers to escort me there(which I'm not sure if she's concerned or she just wants to go out....hehehe JOKE!) So anyway, I stay in the clinic until 12 or lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After classes, my usual schedule is to go to the pool, leave my things and wear my slippers. Everything was good, a friend of mine Olrac said hi to me far away, he didn't see where he was going so he bumped on the column. I was laughing like it was my last. Crisis came when I found out... "I forgot my swimsuit!!!". Yes, I forgot to pack my swimsuit. Drastically I call my mother and ask her to bring my swimsuit to school. Unfortunately my brother did not want to drive in circles. I though of a way to find and borrow a swimsuit. I call Ayame and ask if she has a swimsuit. I was so thankful to know that she has. Now all we needed to do was to go to her house, which was not far from the school, and retrieve the swimsuit. It all ended happily. I was able to get a swimsuit and swim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-4430671923852737911?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/4430671923852737911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=4430671923852737911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/4430671923852737911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/4430671923852737911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwI8cjWP9fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XBMSrwCqPys/s72-c/king.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-7599070859834471796</id><published>2007-10-01T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T06:43:27.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 3: Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwD19TWP9eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GEqELpbdZ_k/s1600-h/YoungTimeKeeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwD19TWP9eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GEqELpbdZ_k/s320/YoungTimeKeeper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116359610207303138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know somebody, he was a great guy- nice, funny and etc. Sadly what's wrong with him is that he is too caught up in the dark. He is too... the opposite of over optimistic. Anyway, this guy is also really impatient as well as really emotional, especially when it comes to love. He thinks that love is the only reason why he lives. I try my best to help him in anyway I could. I give him advice and tell him to change. Recently, he showed something that would make me take back all the things that I said. In a split second, he returned to what he was when I first knew him. Everynight I would pray that God will guide him. Everyday during classes I pray that he is alright and God may protect him. But over all there is one writing that truly describes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have time to pray, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each task.&lt;br /&gt;"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "You didn't ask." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why God didn't show me.&lt;br /&gt;He said," But you didn't seek." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I tried to come into God's presence; I used all my keys at the lock.&lt;br /&gt;God gently and lovingly chided,&lt;br /&gt;"My child you didn't knock." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I woke up early this morning, and paused before entering the day;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words all he need is God and everything will follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-7599070859834471796?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/7599070859834471796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=7599070859834471796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7599070859834471796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7599070859834471796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/episode-3-him.html' title='Episode 3: Him'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwD19TWP9eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GEqELpbdZ_k/s72-c/YoungTimeKeeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-271547595942661664</id><published>2007-10-01T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T06:13:20.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwDumDWP9dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AZVafFZRsCo/s1600-h/rukia.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwDumDWP9dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AZVafFZRsCo/s320/rukia.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116351514193950162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever thought that you were alone? That you are not needed and it is better to die? To tell you the truth... I have. At some times at some point I felt that I was alone and everybody was against me. I felt so sad, I wanted to kill himself, I even went to the extent that I would injure myself to "ease the pain". When I think about it today...I tell myself how stupid I was that I thought like that. Anyway, I've changed. Before I was filled with pride. Now slowly I try to become more humble. My frequent training area? During training practice, a lot of people are better than me. I want to grow and be better. Of course it was never easy to abandon your pride. But if that pride of yours is the reason why people hate you? Then why not change. Being humble starts even when you want to improve your skill. All I did was close my eyes and just hope that I did the right thing. I pray to God and ask for his guidance and protection. I follow his words even trying to resist when temptation or persecution rises. It's not easy to change but if you pray and do your role then expect to see results... good results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-271547595942661664?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/271547595942661664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=271547595942661664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/271547595942661664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/271547595942661664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/10/once-blind.html' title='Once Blind'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RwDumDWP9dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AZVafFZRsCo/s72-c/rukia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-8757242023729941690</id><published>2007-09-29T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:32:49.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f14%3Ca%20href=" com="" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/forum%20avatars/flamealchemist.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/forum%20avatars/16360.png" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/forum%20avatars/15281.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/forum%20avatars/kai1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/forum%20avatars/kurosakiichigo.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/forum%20avatars/786.gif.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to dedicate this post to say sorry for the people whom I offended or might have offended.  I Won't mention who these people are. I'll leave you guys to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to say sorry for talking behind your back. Sorry for not listening to you in the first place. At first I thought that you didn't care and you were just a arrogant brat that lived in your own fantasy world. For that I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you really. I only did what I think is right. I did a lot of mistakes before. I want to get up again and make up for my mistakes. I'm sorry that my recent decisions might have hurt you in a way. I'm sorry if the reason why you are sad is because I changed. I have grow up and I'm learning to stand and move on my feet with the guidance of my immortal Father. I hope you will do the same soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm sorry. I know that things might have already patched up between us. But for some reason I feel as if it's not enough. I want to do something to make it up to you. I mean I was really ashamed of myself when you told me of your condition. I didn't mean to hurt you in that way or anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm sorry for not believing in you. For throwing you away and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Maybe you might have forgotten about this but I just want to say sorry for leaving you behind. I'm sorry for "replacing" you back then. I felt really stupid and angry of myself when you told me what you're going to do or what you feel. During that time I really want to say that those feelings of yours are not true but because it was I was unable to say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm sorry for leaving you behind. I'm sorry for how I'm acting towards you right now. Honestly I just feel annoyed by you. I don't know why. Maybe it's just because of how you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. For those whom I have offended I'm sorry. Please tell me if I did because I might have not known that I have hurt you in anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-8757242023729941690?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/8757242023729941690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=8757242023729941690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/8757242023729941690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/8757242023729941690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/forum%20avatars/th_flamealchemist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-1371345637727449972</id><published>2007-09-29T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:31:40.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollection(part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7c7DWP9VI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wuv2sXKy6Kc/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7c7DWP9VI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wuv2sXKy6Kc/s320/DSC00328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115769133808481618" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7dFDWP9WI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/o1UyP6w6qcc/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7dFDWP9WI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/o1UyP6w6qcc/s320/DSC00329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115769305607173474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now to the last part of the recollection. Me and Flint went back to our classroom. When our seminarian came he had a little lecture and then told us that we will be having a sin reconciliation. That means we will say sorry to the people we hurt in the past. We could do it either thru verbal or we just write a sorry letter. Only one of us wrote a letter. Most of us said sorry verbally. After a while, Kuya had us sit down in our seats. He then asked if anybody wants to say sorry in front of us. Many people also came in front and sad what they felt. It was great. I really felt so light after that. But for some reason there is still something pulling me down though. I guess as always I have a long way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-1371345637727449972?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/1371345637727449972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=1371345637727449972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1371345637727449972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1371345637727449972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/recollectionpart-3.html' title='Recollection(part 3)'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7c7DWP9VI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wuv2sXKy6Kc/s72-c/DSC00328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-5704359222769560427</id><published>2007-09-29T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:14:10.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollection(part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7ZwjWP9TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lSz2tcLsXOs/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7ZwjWP9TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lSz2tcLsXOs/s320/DSC00337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115765654884971826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so this starts in recess. Me and Flint went out together for recess. she bought some snacks. While I went to see what the teachers were doing. I joked at one of  the teachers who is the moderator of the Debating Circle. Anyway, I joked that he'll treat all of us for dinner in a fancy restaurant. Since he was hold a lot of cash which was the that payment of the orders of those students with no lunch. Anyway, after that we went back to the classroom. We read what we wrote a while ago to the class. It was Sharing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally lunch, me and Flint had Lunch together. After that, we went down to the field to go to the goats we saw in recess. There were 3 in total, a male, a female and a little guy. Me, Flint and blue, a friend of ours, fed the goats some leaves. The male goat charged at the people eating &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7P3DWP9SI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8NZbUcGcekE/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7P3DWP9SI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8NZbUcGcekE/s320/DSC00332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115754771437843746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inside the "soccer goal" or whatever you call it. Soon the goats were transfered beside the tennis court. Me and Flint came again and to feed them. Blue eventually came too. He was feeding the male goat when he was attacked! he was all like, "OH yeah!! *points empty soda bottle at goat* well I'll get you!" He walks away then comes quickly back. This time he goes to the female goat, grads a bunch of grass from the ground and says, "What do you think of me now?! huh?! Jealous!! Look at what I'm doing to your wife!!" That was really funny. We can't stop laughing!! It was too bad that we weren't able to record it in our phones. Drats...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-5704359222769560427?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/5704359222769560427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=5704359222769560427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/5704359222769560427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/5704359222769560427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/recollectionpart-2.html' title='Recollection(part 2)'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7ZwjWP9TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lSz2tcLsXOs/s72-c/DSC00337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-7726680139190242039</id><published>2007-09-29T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T15:16:31.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollection(pary 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7KkzWP9OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g82DJZ-fczw/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7KkzWP9OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g82DJZ-fczw/s320/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115748960347092194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we had our recollection. It was held in the same place as last year and the year before. Honestly, At first I was only excited because of the hiking that me and a group of people are going to do. We hike every year after the mass at the end of the recollection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the morning I made my sandwich, tuna-peanut butter and jelly sandwich(it was delicious!!). It was unusual of me since I always order from Chowking. So after taking a bath, changing and fixing my stuff I went to school. When I got there, I met some of my friends and together we rode on the same service to the Seminar House which will be the venue of our Recollection. At first when I got there I reminisced with a friend of mine- the things we did last year, where we went, the funny people did, etc. We all gathered in the Church for the introduction done by our "Che&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7MvjWP9PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MVpLQMgaPpo/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7MvjWP9PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MVpLQMgaPpo/s320/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115751344053941490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if of Discipline". After what she said we continued on and went into our respective room per class. In our room there were limited number of seats with arm chairs. Of course I rushed to sit on one before all are taken. I sat at the edge, beside be was my other classmate. I was annoyed. She kept on asking me to exchange seats with her. Our first activity was to share but basically all we did was introduce ourselves and site either the age and/or address. After doing that we went outside for recess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-7726680139190242039?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/7726680139190242039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=7726680139190242039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7726680139190242039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7726680139190242039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/recollectionpary-1.html' title='Recollection(pary 1)'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7KkzWP9OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g82DJZ-fczw/s72-c/DSC00326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-3094416739471024344</id><published>2007-09-28T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:16:03.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem Solved..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7crTWP9UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1K19BC-94oI/s1600-h/635.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7crTWP9UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1K19BC-94oI/s320/635.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115768863225541954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having thoughts about a certain problem I've been keeping my myself for a long time. When I finished mixing strawberry jam and peanut butter as well as tuna and sandwich spread, for our recollection tomorrow, I went to my room and found my "Our Daily Bread" book. I was searching it this morning but I couldn't find it till this moment. I decided to see whats in the back pages. There I saw the topic index. I decided to look for topics related to "love". I saw many topics about it and decided to read them. I only read a few of them because I was impatient. I wanted the answer as soon as possible. So i flipped some pages when I came to a portion which was "How can I know What God wants me to do?" There it stated the answer to the problem I've been wanting to solve. I checked in the Bible the verse which stated my answer. It was hard for me to even accept it. Even to the point that during the past weeks I am saddened by the mere fact that my thought might be true and I have to go my separate way. Anyway, it is only this day that I found out the truth. I knew that God might have given me the feeling of wanting to know as soon as possible. That's why He made me skip pages until I finally found the answer I was looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-3094416739471024344?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/3094416739471024344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=3094416739471024344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3094416739471024344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3094416739471024344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/problem-solved.html' title='Problem Solved..'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rv7crTWP9UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1K19BC-94oI/s72-c/635.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-1110526585663869724</id><published>2007-09-26T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:05:21.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/14447.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/18101a.png" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/18624.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/thsakuraicon4.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/thtifaremember.png" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/hi-mizu/onlyamemory.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse well all try remembering the things we do in the past. The past...my past rather... it was filled with both good and bad events that changed my life. I was left behind by a friend whom I though I actually had a relationship with. Later on, I made a friend during 4th grade. We were really close. When I graduated to high school I met a new friend. The 3 of us hung together. I still remember where we would eat out of the school and would usually buy Tikoy and eat them. Hehehe, then we would go back to school. I also remember one time when Fallon was outside with me, we were going to catch a ride back to school when some guy threw something at Fallon. Then she said something vulgar and everybody was looking at us! what was worse was that we were wearing out school uniforms! hahaha that was funny...But...I believe that all things come to an end. Soon our lives will end, whether it's because of physical death or the rupture. So like these old times it ended.. but was then replaced by something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll just end this here. It's getting late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-1110526585663869724?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/1110526585663869724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=1110526585663869724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1110526585663869724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1110526585663869724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-7734717421631534989</id><published>2007-09-26T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:03:37.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 seasons of Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvpjXjWP9FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/97J3emKbc9g/s1600-h/4_Seasons_of_Lonliness_%28Cover%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvpjXjWP9FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/97J3emKbc9g/s400/4_Seasons_of_Lonliness_%28Cover%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114509583109321810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="content" style="font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Basically I'll just post the lyrics of the song. It's a nice song and yet the message is sad. It's about a guy and a girl breaking up. Then the guy reminisses his times with the girl as time passes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I long for the warmth of days gone by&lt;br /&gt;When you were mine&lt;br /&gt;But now those days are memories in time&lt;br /&gt;Lifes empty without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;My heart belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I try&lt;br /&gt;When I get courage up to love somebody new&lt;br /&gt;It always falls apart cause they just&lt;br /&gt;Cant compare to you&lt;br /&gt;You love wont release me&lt;br /&gt;Im bound under ball and chain&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing our love as I watch four seasons change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;In comes the winter breeze&lt;br /&gt;That chills the air and drifts the snow&lt;br /&gt;And I imagine kissing you under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;When springtime makes its way here&lt;br /&gt;Lilac blooms reminds me of the scent of your perfume&lt;br /&gt;When summer burns with heat&lt;br /&gt;I always get the hots for you&lt;br /&gt;Go skinny dippin in the ocean where we used to do&lt;br /&gt;When autumn sheds the leaves the trees are bare&lt;br /&gt;When youre not here it doesnt feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Remember the nights when we closed our eyes&lt;br /&gt;And vowed that you and I would be in love for all time&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I think about these things is shared with you&lt;br /&gt;I break down and cry cause I get so emotional&lt;br /&gt;Until you release me Im bound under ball and chain&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing our love as I watch four seasons change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;This loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Has crushed my heart&lt;br /&gt;Please let me love again&lt;br /&gt;cause I need your love to comfort me and ease my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or four seasons will bring the loneliness again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-seasons-of-loneliness.html' title='4 seasons of Loneliness'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvpjXjWP9FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/97J3emKbc9g/s72-c/4_Seasons_of_Lonliness_%28Cover%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-5262349113383617526</id><published>2007-09-25T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:51:48.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with GOD</title><content type='html'>I found this message in the inbox of my hotmail accout, cua_custom@hotmail.com, and while I was erasing messages I came up to a message the said "Interview with God" I was wondering who sent this to me. I don't even know the person. So anyway, it said that I am too send this e-mail to all the people in my list. So since I don't have much people in my hotmail account I decided to post it here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Hi all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly an inspiring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart-warming, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought-provoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://by119w.bay119.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://207.46.9.121/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3df2aa2f4d-7bdf-4b61-b662-609751ff5bce%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3dQVRUMDAwMDE_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a806910000000%2540web31009.mail.mud.yahoo.com&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.1.106.217&amp;amp;d=d748&amp;amp;mf=0" height="362" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:16;color:blue;"  &gt;This is pretty unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt; &lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 51, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place your mouse on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the X below and drag to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 51, 204);font-size:13;" &gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 51, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:white;"   &gt;Even though you can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see Him, GOD is there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-size:13;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forward this to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone you know and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt; &lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-size:13;" &gt;good will happen to you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next hour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-size:13;" &gt;just watch and wait for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-size:22;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you leave double click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the messages below &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:6;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:22;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup-frame.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Interview with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 51, 255);font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://by119w.bay119.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://207.46.9.121/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3de6bbaa76-e2a8-489b-a527-f93c49db2bdb%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3dQVRUMDAwMDI_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a806910000001%2540web31009.mail.mud.yahoo.com&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.1.106.217&amp;amp;d=d748&amp;amp;mf=0" border="0" height="483" width="480" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they&lt;br /&gt;spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding  the&lt;br /&gt;Lord, people think twice about sharing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not&lt;br /&gt; send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they&lt;br /&gt;believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt; Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think&lt;br /&gt;of me than what God thinks of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rve1PjWP9DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V5udrWSfYXw/s320/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113755180693713970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rve1LzWP9CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XNNnmj6fFR0/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rve1LzWP9CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XNNnmj6fFR0/s320/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113755116269204514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rve1UjWP9EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GUTSJLbxKO0/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rve1UjWP9EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GUTSJLbxKO0/s320/DSC00317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113755266593059906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so these are pictures of my vase made out of clay from my Values class aka "Philosophy and Psychology" So the project was that I am to represent myself as the vase. So in other words I make a vase that will describe me then I have to explain why. There are a lot of representation of a vase. Like for example, the opening of the vase describes how much you are open to things- friends, teammates and etc. While the length or depth describes your capacity- capacity to learn new things, accept the truth, trust friends and more. This vase actually isn't done yet but basically this will be the out come, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with things said...I bet you guy are wondering why I made this vase? Well here they are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The opening of the vase:    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is small and it's rather hard to get in. Like in real life, I treat people differently according to their relationship with me. I found out that I'm not really quit in making good acquaintances. I meet people but usually that's all. I just  know their name, no more no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Neck:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This describes that I when I meet someone, it'll take sometime and talking before I will consider that person a friend and not an acquaintance. Despite the fact that I easily refer someone as a friend It's more of a "fake friend" not because they betrayed my trust but I don't really trust them as much as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The spheric body:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This describes that I when you will become my friend and me to you. It'll rather talk a large amount of time when we will lose our friendship and become acquaintances instead. In other words, when you reach the bottom there's almost no way to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The handle:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  let's look at the handle as an object. What does it do? It allows the person using it comfortable.  In a way that's me, I make sure to correct my mistakes and be a better person. Another use of the handle is that I allows a person to hold the vase easier. Like what I said before I correct my mistakes and be a better person. why be a better person? Because not only do I want to be a better child of God but also to be accepted by people and friends, whether acquaintance or friend. This brings me to one of my negative aspects, I would almost do anything to reach people's expectations that I risk myself- mentally and/or physically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-8614004657820254360?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/8614004657820254360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=8614004657820254360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/8614004657820254360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/8614004657820254360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-vase.html' title='My Vase'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rve1PjWP9DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V5udrWSfYXw/s72-c/DSC00316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-7653024632203765626</id><published>2007-09-24T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:09:25.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limit between Confidence and boastfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvexzTWP8-I/AAAAAAAAADY/_D1AGZ5wOk8/s1600-h/478436j23c2y49x4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvexzTWP8-I/AAAAAAAAADY/_D1AGZ5wOk8/s320/478436j23c2y49x4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113751396827526114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...In a way I've already had enough with Blue, a guy who's also in the swimming team with me. He just gets in my nerves all the time! He keeps on talking about his grades and how good he is. Well even though that is true or not, don't you think it's plain boastfulness that you show off you're grades? Even his swimming! I admit he's a great swimmer but he doesn't have to rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what really triggered me was when he and I were in the same line. Then he kept on saying that I should move to the other line?! I was really annoyed. He kept on saying that this was his favorite line and that only "CHAMPIONS" were allowed to swim in that line. Excuse me? "champions"?? I haven't even seen you in a real competition and you already call yourself a "champion"? I admit that he's a lot better than me. That I respect and admit that fact... but rubbing it in?? Huh....sometimes his jokes really get into my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet....despite that I was surprised that when I asked for 3 pesos he gave me 3 pesos. Sadly before when he asked for even just 1 peso I refused to give him. He even meantioned it was from their ********. Ugh....I'm so ashamed...Lesson Learned: No matter how annoying a person might be he/she still and will always have a good side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-7653024632203765626?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/7653024632203765626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=7653024632203765626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7653024632203765626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7653024632203765626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/limit-between-confidence-and.html' title='Limit between Confidence and boastfulness'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvexzTWP8-I/AAAAAAAAADY/_D1AGZ5wOk8/s72-c/478436j23c2y49x4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-8741349217444603734</id><published>2007-09-22T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:55:37.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto Chapters *SPOILERS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm serious I'll be mentioning a lot of spoilers so if you guys haven't read the latest Naruto chapters(chapter 360-371) and hate spoilers back of!! For those who have read it or have not but don't mind spoilers....Look DOWN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST WARNING&gt;&gt;&gt; SPOILERS&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow....Naruto has really changed... not to mention really confusing. I mean what's up with  guy behind Akatsuki's  leader? What about him? Is he really the Uucha clan's founder Uuchiha Madara? How did he live? He was beaten by the 1st hokage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If Jiraya's theory was right that i was him that unleashed the kyuubi.... ugh?! and what does  Pain mean by  "Jiraya-sensei"?!  could pain really be the Yondaime? Or one of his team mates? If it is the Yondaime then how did he end up with akatsuki? Will that guy who turned into a frog remain a frog forever?! Also... Will there be another battle between Naruto and Sasuke at the Valley of the end(or whatever that place was)?? How will it turn out? Gah! It's getting so intense!! what will happen after this?! More over....*sniff*...Itachi....*sniff* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-8741349217444603734?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/8741349217444603734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=8741349217444603734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/8741349217444603734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/8741349217444603734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/naruto-chapters-spoilers.html' title='Naruto Chapters *SPOILERS*'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-5610341932307380930</id><published>2007-09-22T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:59:54.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 2: Ditto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvXOpTWP87I/AAAAAAAAADA/Cljmgn3B7ko/s1600-h/tomodachi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvXOpTWP87I/AAAAAAAAADA/Cljmgn3B7ko/s320/tomodachi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113220160912618418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright continuing my Comrade series... (Ugh..I'm tired of trying to make this as unclear as possible. Either way you'll read it anyway. T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll explain on of the best friendships I have! In a way I could always relate our beginning the same as that of Uzumaki Naruto and Uuchiha Sasuke. We both contradicted in a way but it was fun. At first I honestly saw her as a rival.. in a way a friend at the same time. It's kinda complicated to explain actually. Rival because we had a lot of things in common- we both spoke English and know some insults in Japanese, we both wrote and draw and etc. Friend because I enjoyed being with her, she was really fun!(I can still remember the time when I took you're notebook and be both chased each other all over the campus.) With her I made and wrote fan fictions with us both writing and making our own fictional characters. Her characters were usually the siblings of the main characters in the story while mine usually start out as bad guys who's the rival of her characters but eventually my characters change heart and switch alliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes we became more mature and acted less like how we acted during our first year as friends. During 2nd year high, we were referred by some people as "twins" to some people it was evident that we were really close friends. Since we are always seen together. Sadly, that was only the surface. Even during this time I still referred her as a rival. I guess I was jealous. Maybe it was because I saw and accepted that you were better than me at a lot of things I did. At the same time I saw her as a friend, it's hard and confusing to explain. So anyway, yes we were close. But something was missing, our friendship was hollow. In a way it was as if we were just friends than close friends. What I mean is that we hung out together and exchanged ideas but we never helped each other when we would confront personal problems. She would usually ask our other friends about it but never tell me then again I did the same. We were both just conscious of what the other might think than what the other might feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we managed to correct our mistakes. We confronted each other and told how we both feel. It was a surprise, that we found out we both felt the same in a way. So we both ended up rewriting our friendship starting back in the first page of a newly bought notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This was the only friendship so far that was the most unique and not to mention fun! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;*I'm sorry for the rivalry thing...and the times when I unconsciously hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;*I thank you for everything!&lt;br /&gt;*I thank God for you approaching me! (since it was you who bugged in)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-5610341932307380930?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/5610341932307380930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=5610341932307380930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/5610341932307380930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/5610341932307380930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/episode-2-ditto.html' title='Episode 2: Ditto?'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvXOpTWP87I/AAAAAAAAADA/Cljmgn3B7ko/s72-c/tomodachi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-2707104739324882765</id><published>2007-09-22T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:16:40.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvXLkjWP86I/AAAAAAAAAC4/E_khjgkYuiA/s1600-h/sundown...again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvXLkjWP86I/AAAAAAAAAC4/E_khjgkYuiA/s320/sundown...again.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113216780773356450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I obviously changed my layout. Yes, for those who really don't know I'm a Catholic. If you guys are asking why out of all the layouts I had to chose this one. Well first of other than the nice design I feel that I want to dedicated this upcoming month of October to Him, for He has accepted me for who I am. I feel that if I can dedicate a picture or a story for a friend then why not a layout for the one God who saved me, comforted me, told me that He loves me and stood by my side where ever I went. He never gave up on me even those times when I was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back a few years ago, I was doubting his existence. At times I believe He was true but that time only lasted for at least a moment after that I continued to live on and not bother Him. For years I've lived through that kind of belief. For years I never even bothered asking myself, "Is He real?" Anyway, like what I said I lived like that until finally this year I accepted him.   Imagine that?! for 14 years I've wasted my life! That's like... being chained inside a cave for 14 long months. Of course I'm still starting and I still have answers worth searching. Hey? Who won't ask questions when you suddenly got a new life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this to YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-2707104739324882765?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/2707104739324882765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=2707104739324882765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/2707104739324882765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/2707104739324882765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvXLkjWP86I/AAAAAAAAAC4/E_khjgkYuiA/s72-c/sundown...again.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-366882309328906063</id><published>2007-09-21T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T04:27:40.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love the Classics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvOqlDWP84I/AAAAAAAAACo/YUkVRN9pw0M/s1600-h/notes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvOqlDWP84I/AAAAAAAAACo/YUkVRN9pw0M/s320/notes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112617555526153090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the classics! Josh Groban, Michele Buble, Charlotte Church and more. Their songs always calm me down and make me energized! Anyway, most importantly I love the lyrics. It's so nice...great message! I don't really understand why some people look at people as nerds or geeks when ever they find out that that person likes the classics. I mean the classics are nice, I even think it's better then most pop or rock songs today. Recently the songs today are just punk, rock and EMO songs. It's all shout, little message and noise. It's kinda boring when you hear it again and again. But I guess the reason why people think that people who like the classics are nerds because they see it as an "adult only" genre of music. Oh well, they're missing great music by thinking that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-366882309328906063?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/366882309328906063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=366882309328906063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/366882309328906063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/366882309328906063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/gotta-love-classics.html' title='Gotta Love the Classics'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvOqlDWP84I/AAAAAAAAACo/YUkVRN9pw0M/s72-c/notes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-2069669606893968648</id><published>2007-09-21T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T03:54:40.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvOc4TWP83I/AAAAAAAAACg/qUhRfMV6N5U/s1600-h/19172.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvOc4TWP83I/AAAAAAAAACg/qUhRfMV6N5U/s320/19172.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112602493075846002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was really weird. When I woke up I dreamed about my swimming and ECNAD. It was weird because in a way I saw what was going to happen in the competition. Anyway, I went to school despite my painful throat and "weak"(??) body. I first sat with Nike and Flint, I let out my Gameboy and played Riveria. Then I handed the gameboy to Nike and went to sit with Fallon and Lance. Ayame was there too. I talked with Fallon and Lance, Ayame was drawing so I gave her space. Anyway I'll just skip some parts. After the ECNAD competition, we- Flint, me, Fallon and Lance- went out of the gymnasium and met Paula and Serin outside. Our activity was that we were to fill in a questionnaire and pick out some projects from other year levels. So in order to cover more ground we decided to split up in groups of 2; me and Flint, Fallon and Lance then Paula and Serin, after which we would go to our designated areas and answer when we're done we all meet back into the gym. It wasn't long until me and Flint finished our task.   So we went back to the gym to meet the others. There we shared our answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally LUNCH!! After a while I went out of our hang out area with Paula and met Ate Bam. We talked and went outside so that she can buy some food and me Buko juice(since the people at the canteen were'nt entertaining and customers). Then we went back, me and Paula took a detour and bout choco balls. It was really funny when we went back to the area. They said that they were talking about ghosts(the area is kinda secluded and going there is like walking through a dark empty hall, especially during this time since there were nobody else but us). They were actually scared to their pants twice! We talked more about ghosts when Nike came. So anyway we continued talking, Lance was with Ate Bam for a while and then Paula went with Ate Bam. While they left we were jumping up and down trying to mimic those jumps that Broadway actors do. We were running and cat walking through the empty dark hall. After that we took pictures when Ate Bam came back with Paula. We did a lot of posing it was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the gym by 1:10. We were rather bored so we decided to play some games. Some were "pass-the-item" game, "make-a-story" game and "bigmacaleo". I really enjoyed the make a story game! The stories we made were really funny!! Where do you see a party held in a toilet and a lot of people sleeping in the road?! This day was really fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-2069669606893968648?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/2069669606893968648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=2069669606893968648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/2069669606893968648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/2069669606893968648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvOc4TWP83I/AAAAAAAAACg/qUhRfMV6N5U/s72-c/19172.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-5138953733647408178</id><published>2007-09-19T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:05:45.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvEeZ3muYxI/AAAAAAAAACY/wCgJfBvvzRo/s1600-h/ZZzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvEeZ3muYxI/AAAAAAAAACY/wCgJfBvvzRo/s320/ZZzzzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111900481814160146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...I've been really hectic lately... rather hectic and tired. Everyday after classes i would go  to the pool for my training and finish at either 6:30 or 7:00. Then I arrive at home either at 8:00 or 7:30. When I do get home I fix my stuff for tomorrow and bring out the things I need to study or do. I go here and do what I should do. Huh... I really want to do a lot of things. I have 2 great ideas that I want to organize and make a story with it. I have a games I want to finish and play. I even have a request that I should fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* Anyway I have to go. I'll just leave this poll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#light {&lt;br /&gt;color: 000000;&lt;br /&gt;background: #FBFBFB;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;#dark {&lt;br /&gt;font-family: arial,verdana;&lt;br /&gt;font-size: 11px;&lt;br /&gt;color: FFFFFF;&lt;br /&gt;background: #123456;&lt;br /&gt;Array;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;#table {&lt;br /&gt;font-family: arial,verdana;&lt;br /&gt;font-size: 11px;&lt;br /&gt;border: 1px;&lt;br /&gt;border-color: #123456;&lt;br /&gt;border-style: solid;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;#but {&lt;br /&gt;font-family: arial,verdana;&lt;br /&gt;font-size: 11px;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="table" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.webpollcentral.com/v2/?id=35717&amp;amp;user=rei_tanizaki" target="_blank" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" id="dark"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Should I finish my... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Request first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input name="v" value="1" type="radio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr id="light"&gt;&lt;td&gt; Story first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input name="v" value="2" type="radio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; games first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input name="v" value="3" type="radio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr id="light"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;input id="but" value="Vote" type="submit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr id="light"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webpollcentral.com/v2/?id=35717&amp;amp;user=rei_tanizaki" target="_blank" id="light"&gt;Current results&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-5138953733647408178?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/5138953733647408178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=5138953733647408178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/5138953733647408178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/5138953733647408178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RvEeZ3muYxI/AAAAAAAAACY/wCgJfBvvzRo/s72-c/ZZzzzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-7569224658642475903</id><published>2007-09-17T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T06:37:30.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Ru6CXvpfoXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4OM8aeOtMCI/s1600-h/18289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Ru6CXvpfoXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4OM8aeOtMCI/s320/18289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111165971551199602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Maybe God wants me to meet a  few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for the gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been  missing until it arrives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back! Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive Don't go for wealth; even that fades away Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright find the one that makes your heart smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Always put yourself in the other's shoes If you feel that it hurts you, it will probably hurt the other person too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The brightest future will always be based  on a forgotten past, you can't get on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found this in a site called, &lt;a href="http://www.storybin.com/"&gt;storybin.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-7569224658642475903?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/7569224658642475903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=7569224658642475903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7569224658642475903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7569224658642475903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Ru6CXvpfoXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4OM8aeOtMCI/s72-c/18289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-7030074462831884553</id><published>2007-09-14T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:00:08.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 1: Luster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RusoqCrqbeI/AAAAAAAAACI/UK33iX5sDMI/s1600-h/19295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RusoqCrqbeI/AAAAAAAAACI/UK33iX5sDMI/s320/19295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110222904921583074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this person is like the title "luster". He(lets refer this person as a "He") shines so brightly that sometimes it's bad. In other words, he's like the quote below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Great talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. They hang upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Like what it said, great talent can be the cause of you're flaw. He displays many great talents, talents that exceed many people his age. I've known this person to for a really really long time. Ever since we met until today he still has great talent. Unfortunately, great gifts come with great danger. Due to his  great talent  many people are envious of his talent. This causes the problems driven by a person with great talent, such as him. All i can say is he's talented...very very talented. Talented that even I was envious at a certain period. Now, one flaw of this person is his temper. He easily gets out of control. Even a little bad gossip about him, he blasts and gets angry. Now this is the hard part to control. He shouts out loud to make you shut up. So you have no use but keep quiet. I mean there's not use throwing oil in an open fire? On the other hand this person is really fun to hang out with. He's good to talk too and somehow I enjoy being with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'll just have to try and help him realize his stupid tantrums. If talking calmly doesn't work then that's when I bring in the big guns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-7030074462831884553?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/7030074462831884553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=7030074462831884553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7030074462831884553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/7030074462831884553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/episode-1-luster.html' title='Episode 1: Luster'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RusoqCrqbeI/AAAAAAAAACI/UK33iX5sDMI/s72-c/19295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-1873272600152758662</id><published>2007-09-14T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:16:23.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comrade Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RusjsyrqbdI/AAAAAAAAACA/IDlqGAuTbLI/s1600-h/Pluto+and+Axel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RusjsyrqbdI/AAAAAAAAACA/IDlqGAuTbLI/s320/Pluto+and+Axel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110217454608084434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I’m just going to post ahead what my posts will be later. So my future posts will most likely be about my pals. In total there will be about… 8 comrade descriptions or stories. I'm not going to state their real names, instead replace them with other names. This will probably last for... until this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Stay tune to the Comrade series. ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-1873272600152758662?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/1873272600152758662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=1873272600152758662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1873272600152758662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1873272600152758662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/comrade-series.html' title='Comrade Series'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RusjsyrqbdI/AAAAAAAAACA/IDlqGAuTbLI/s72-c/Pluto+and+Axel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-62651028919915828</id><published>2007-09-11T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T05:03:42.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical to-do-list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RuaDlpJgQdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HZ4yEXL4kgU/s1600-h/thFMA1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RuaDlpJgQdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HZ4yEXL4kgU/s320/thFMA1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108915510022521298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...well I recently have not idea for a new post.. so..i decided to post the usual things I do.&lt;br /&gt;for...this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tues(sept. 11)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-attend meeting&lt;br /&gt;-swimming training(canceled)&lt;br /&gt;-read book&lt;br /&gt;-values assignments&lt;br /&gt;-CM discussion&lt;br /&gt;-World History Test&lt;br /&gt;-finish episode 14&lt;br /&gt;-research: Arthurian Legends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wed(sept 12)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Discuss for English&lt;br /&gt;-Swimming&lt;br /&gt;-Attend practice&lt;br /&gt;-Math&lt;br /&gt;-Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;-Discuss about MathSci project&lt;br /&gt;-Read book&lt;br /&gt;-Discuss about CM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...well so far that's my plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-62651028919915828?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/62651028919915828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=62651028919915828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/62651028919915828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/62651028919915828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/typical-to-do-list.html' title='Typical to-do-list'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RuaDlpJgQdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HZ4yEXL4kgU/s72-c/thFMA1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-4378212160437095669</id><published>2007-09-06T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:57:05.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RuB3QZJgQcI/AAAAAAAAABs/lGLxO4zyd78/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RuB3QZJgQcI/AAAAAAAAABs/lGLxO4zyd78/s320/dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107213100950503874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 Things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 4 things you have done today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- woke up&lt;br /&gt;- swam&lt;br /&gt;- ate meat&lt;br /&gt;- finished a test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 4 things you are thinking about right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dogs&lt;br /&gt;- school&lt;br /&gt;- my friend&lt;br /&gt;- the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 4 scents you love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mint&lt;br /&gt;- cherry&lt;br /&gt;- soft&lt;br /&gt;- sporty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 4 things you'd never wear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mini dress&lt;br /&gt;- mini skirt&lt;br /&gt;- heaven&lt;br /&gt;- nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the last 4 things you have bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- food&lt;br /&gt;- load&lt;br /&gt;- pencil&lt;br /&gt;- drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 4 things drinks you regularly drink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- water&lt;br /&gt;- mango shake&lt;br /&gt;- buko juice&lt;br /&gt;- lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 4 bands/groups most people don't know you like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my chemical romance?&lt;br /&gt;- Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;- high and mighty color&lt;br /&gt;- simple plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 4 bad habits you have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lying&lt;br /&gt;- getting over excited&lt;br /&gt;- boasting&lt;br /&gt;- not eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 4 things you wish you had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- laptop&lt;br /&gt;- lots of books&lt;br /&gt;- memory card reader&lt;br /&gt;- ....a PS3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;This survey was taken at &lt;a href="http://powersugoi.net/quiz"&gt;powersugoi.net&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-4378212160437095669?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/4378212160437095669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=4378212160437095669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/4378212160437095669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/4378212160437095669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-things-name-4-things-you-have-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RuB3QZJgQcI/AAAAAAAAABs/lGLxO4zyd78/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-3402412595212168148</id><published>2007-09-05T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T05:17:57.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DepEd Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt6ebJJgQbI/AAAAAAAAABk/aeSWyQJFD80/s1600-h/beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt6ebJJgQbI/AAAAAAAAABk/aeSWyQJFD80/s320/beans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106693216634159538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh....This is some tiring test. We were gathered in classrooms composed of 40 chosen students per class. There we were told that the DepEd is holding a survey and they need us to answer it. Unfortunely, the subjects were random and I ended up in History. I love History but....it was in tagalog. So I didn't get a word it said. I was so tired that the only thing I did was guess. We were asked to take 2 tests. I was expecting that I would take another subject but NO!! Ugh...I had to take another test of the same subject...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-3402412595212168148?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/3402412595212168148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=3402412595212168148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3402412595212168148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3402412595212168148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/deped-survey.html' title='DepEd Survey'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt6ebJJgQbI/AAAAAAAAABk/aeSWyQJFD80/s72-c/beans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-973917343252692097</id><published>2007-09-05T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T05:09:32.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt6cb5JgQaI/AAAAAAAAABc/w_oGWAg92bM/s1600-h/Look+at+the+Stars.....gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt6cb5JgQaI/AAAAAAAAABc/w_oGWAg92bM/s320/Look+at+the+Stars.....gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106691030495805858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I never thought that this person I know, a guy, would experience something like that...You see... a while ago somebody shared his Love story with me. I promise never to tell or talk to him about it again so I'm keeping my mouth shut what his story is. I never thought that he had experienced something as tragic as that. I mean he met this girl whom he truly loved. They're relationship ended tragically. I saw in his eyes when he left that he was going to cry. While he was going to that part I expected something like rape or so but never THAT. I found out in that story, along with his other talks, he never had an easy life. I encountered so many hardships and now he is trying to stand up again. He can never get back what he lost but he can always make new beginnings. I admire a man like him. He is somebody who has really seen the error of his ways and is trying his best to change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lucky that I did not have the life that he did. I am thankful that he is there to warn be about many battles. In hopes that I will not feel what he felt. For that I am really thankful. Going back to him, I'm really sorry the things that I said. I really am. He's a great person! A great model too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-973917343252692097?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/973917343252692097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=973917343252692097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/973917343252692097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/973917343252692097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/opening-your-heart.html' title='Opening your Heart'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt6cb5JgQaI/AAAAAAAAABc/w_oGWAg92bM/s72-c/Look+at+the+Stars.....gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-6825263448005293014</id><published>2007-09-04T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:16:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Item Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1hqJJgQVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xAuvV1RYDzA/s1600-h/18530.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1hqJJgQVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xAuvV1RYDzA/s320/18530.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106344929146192210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just found this Quiz in my friend's blog and decided to answer it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full Name&lt;/span&gt;: Cresent Ein Melstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Male/Female&lt;/span&gt;: Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you named after anyone?&lt;/span&gt;: Hmm...I don't know of ANYONE but SOMETHING would be more precise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your name mean anything?&lt;/span&gt;: Luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nick Name(s)&lt;/span&gt;: "Cua-chama!", "Cresent", "Cua-chan", "Cua-kun", "Rei-chan", "Rei-kun", "Rei-sama", "Cua", "Kuala"(rather..Koala), "Swimmer Girl"(only one guy calls me this) and Kairi(hehehe only Nii-chan can call me this one!).Well that's all I remember so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think you look like... name wise&lt;/span&gt;: I don't know really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date Of Birth&lt;/span&gt;: January 12 year 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Place of Birth and Current Location&lt;/span&gt;: CDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nationality&lt;/span&gt;: A mixture of Filipino, Chinese and Spanish blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Astrology Sign&lt;/span&gt;: Capricorn, "the serious"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese Astrology Sign&lt;/span&gt;: Rooster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Religion&lt;/span&gt;: Roman Catholic(GOD ROCKS!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats your favorite smell?&lt;/span&gt;: Fresh Cool AIR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Political Position?&lt;/span&gt;: Political Position...?? Ugh...I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;: Tea, Water or... Yogurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair + Eye color&lt;/span&gt;: Black Hair and... Dark brown with faint grays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you look like anyone famous?&lt;/span&gt;: Not that I know I am??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you look like?&lt;/span&gt;: A girl with hair a little below the shoulder and is usually seen wearing a Garnet Pendant in a form of a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any unusual talents&lt;/span&gt;?: Hmmm...Not that I know any?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Righty, Lefty, or Ambidextrous?&lt;/span&gt;: Ambidextrous!! hahaha!! kidding, I'm a Righty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gay, Straight, Bi, or Other?&lt;/span&gt;: What kind Of Question is th-?! Straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you do for a living?&lt;/span&gt;: Writer, Book Worm, Gamer, Sketcher, Blogger, Chatter, Administrator and Programmer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you do for fun?&lt;/span&gt;: Read books? Sketch, Write, Chat? My Hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your favorite art materials to work with?&lt;/span&gt;: colored pencils, pens, pencils and erasers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of materials would you like to work with?&lt;/span&gt;: canvass painting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you met your grandparents?&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Boyfriend/Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;: no comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crush&lt;/span&gt;: Nope none!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What celebrity would you date if you could?&lt;/span&gt;: Ugh....Right...I can say "nobody" right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current worries?&lt;/span&gt;: You can't imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite online Guy/Girl(s)&lt;/span&gt;: @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt;: My room or somewhere nice like the beach or the forest or lake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Least favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt;: HELL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you burn or tan?&lt;/span&gt;: none?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever break a bone?&lt;/span&gt;: Just sprains and cramps from swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite cereal?&lt;/span&gt;: well...anything with flakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Person you cry with&lt;/span&gt;: no comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do You Have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any sisters&lt;/span&gt;: sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any brothers&lt;/span&gt;: brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any pets&lt;/span&gt;: Fishes, Turtles and Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;41) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Illness&lt;/span&gt;: Not that I know any that I have right now and I hope not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;42) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Pager&lt;/span&gt;: nah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Personal phone line&lt;/span&gt;: I have my cell phone. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Cell phone&lt;/span&gt;: Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;45) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A visible birthmark&lt;/span&gt;: None?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;46) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Pool or hot tub&lt;/span&gt;: Pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;47) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Car&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Describe Your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;48) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality&lt;/span&gt;: hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;49) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving&lt;/span&gt;: Well I think I'm planning to take my Junior License when I turn 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your clothing style&lt;/span&gt;: Let it be a Shirt or a blouse or polo maybe with a vest and....cargo pants, loose Jeans or... err...I forgot what it's called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;51) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Room&lt;/span&gt;: It's semi clean. ^^u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;52) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s missing&lt;/span&gt;: Hmmm...well I don't know YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;53) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;: Hight School, currently a Junior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;54) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bed&lt;/span&gt;: Just right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;55) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationship with your parent(s)&lt;/span&gt;: Honestly they're usually busy with things, especially with my Dad. But I'm happy that their my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;56) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do You believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;: YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;57) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;: Hahahaha!! This is so FUNNY!! Of course not!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;58) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consider yourself a good listener&lt;/span&gt;: so so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;59) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a future dream that you would like to share?&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah but I don't feel like sharing it right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;60) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Along with your parents&lt;/span&gt;: I'm still getting there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;61) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save your e-mail conversations&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;62) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pray&lt;/span&gt;: Of Course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;63) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in reincarnation&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah but I know only one person can do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;64) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brush your teeth twice a day?&lt;/span&gt;: twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;65) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like to talk on the phone&lt;/span&gt;: Not really. It's annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;66) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like to eat?&lt;/span&gt;: Ugh....food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;67) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like to exercise?&lt;/span&gt;: I'm a swimmer so yeah I have to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;68) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like to watch sports?&lt;/span&gt;: Not really. Unless it's happening in front of my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;69)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sing in the car?&lt;/span&gt;: ehehe...I don't know...hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;70) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a dream that you have all the time?&lt;/span&gt;: Hmm...I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;71)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dream in color&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;72) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have nightmares?&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, like my recent dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;73) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep with a stuffed animal&lt;/span&gt;: Before I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;74)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Right next to you&lt;/span&gt;: My Table and Bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;75) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On your favorite coffee cup?&lt;/span&gt;: I don't drink coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;76) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On your mouse pad&lt;/span&gt;: nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;77) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your favorite flavor of gum?&lt;/span&gt;: Hmmm...Any would do...but I'd prefer sour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;78) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your brand of deodorant?&lt;/span&gt;: 0_0...Never will I tell!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;79) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your dream honeymoon spot&lt;/span&gt;: No comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;80) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your dream husband/wife&lt;/span&gt;: No comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;81)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hiding in your closet?&lt;/span&gt;: Secret things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;82) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Under your bed&lt;/span&gt;: Dust Bunnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;83) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The name of one of your closest/best friends&lt;/span&gt;?: I have equal feelings towards my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I quote myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's done can never be Redone but what's wounded can always be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;84) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your bad time of the day&lt;/span&gt;: When I get Irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;85) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your worst fear(s)&lt;/span&gt;: That I cannot tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;86) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the weather like&lt;/span&gt;: Cool it's night already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;87)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your favorite time of year?&lt;/span&gt;: March, Summer, October and December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;88) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your favorite holiday?&lt;/span&gt;: Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;89)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A material weakness?: &lt;/span&gt;A ball that's going to hit me. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;90) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weirdest food or drink that you like&lt;/span&gt;: Frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;91) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the top of your "to-do list"?&lt;/span&gt;: Finish "to-do-list"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;92) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hardest thing about growing up&lt;/span&gt;: Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;93) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A pet peeve?&lt;/span&gt;: not sure. Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;94) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your scariest moment&lt;/span&gt;: When I know that my life will depend on one decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;95) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your attitude about love?&lt;/span&gt;: I have no comments about this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;96) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The funniest or most desperate thing you've done to get the attention of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;: Punch Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;97) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The worst feeling in the world&lt;/span&gt;: Heart aches, emotional break downs and cramps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;98) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best feeling in the world&lt;/span&gt;: Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;99) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who sent this to you?&lt;/span&gt;: I just found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;100) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People you want this to answer too&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a. Nii-chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;b. Ayame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c. Flint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-6825263448005293014?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/6825263448005293014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=6825263448005293014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6825263448005293014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6825263448005293014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/100-item-quiz.html' title='100 Item Quiz'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1hqJJgQVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xAuvV1RYDzA/s72-c/18530.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-5501957161026778039</id><published>2007-09-03T14:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:02:12.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare to Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1lXJJgQXI/AAAAAAAAABE/i4RoqNJX1I0/s1600-h/nightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1lXJJgQXI/AAAAAAAAABE/i4RoqNJX1I0/s320/nightmare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106349000775188850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night. In that dream there were details that I can never forget. One detail involves crocodiles, a bus and to rescue 1,2,3,4,5 groups of people from a certain disaster. In the end... just when I was going to save the people who were in danger of being eaten by the crocodile somebody told me... "A lot of people hate you, you know." In frustration I left the place and my dream ended. I didn't realize how... weird my dream was until after 3 hours while it just popped in my head. Recently I've been having problems on how much I am accepted, since practically all my classmates hate me. I am not really a believer of dream representations but just for the heck of it I checked it out online. I found out that the anger manifested towards me symbolizes my struggle to be accepted by others. While my response to this act is much worse. The part where I have to rescue people represents a part of me that's being ignored and I'm trying my best to show this side of me. The crocodiles say that I'm in danger of being lead to the wrong road. Frankly I don't believe these things but ,honestly, these representations of wanting to be accepted and being neglected are all true. Everyday, a thought appears in my head about people hating me for the things that I have done in the past and is trying to change now. Sadly, they seem to not take notice of what I am trying to do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-5501957161026778039?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/5501957161026778039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=5501957161026778039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/5501957161026778039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/5501957161026778039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/nightmare-to-reality.html' title='Nightmare to Reality'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1lXJJgQXI/AAAAAAAAABE/i4RoqNJX1I0/s72-c/nightmare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-1698256300569787964</id><published>2007-09-03T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:03:21.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1lm5JgQYI/AAAAAAAAABM/k1SRwKLItCg/s1600-h/city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1lm5JgQYI/AAAAAAAAABM/k1SRwKLItCg/s320/city.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106349271358128514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English play, I'm rather dedicated to it really. Our play is basically inspired by the movie Pursuit for Happiness. The first story is very similar to the real movie. So I decided to change that story almost completely. So here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leandro is a male young adult. He lives with his family who, are very ambitious. They want Leandro to excel greatly in academics, which unfortunately he is not very good at. Instead, he excels in music, playing the guitar to be exact. One day, he and his family went to visit another city nearby. There Leandro was left by his parents, with only his guitar and a few dollars. He tries to find a job but was rejected. He then starts performing in the streets not too long afterwards he meets friends of his named, Cruz* and Reina*. They both work at the nearby bar and asked Leandro to join them. Leandro had fun with them. Thought they also were into beer and those things. One night, Cruz persuades Leandro to join him and Reina in their gimmick. Leandro, having not much of a choice accepted. They went to a store, one late night, broke in and stole a large amount of money. Leandro, after a long time of thinking, he decides to let go of Cruz and Reina as well as his job. So now he's back in the streets. Paula*, an assistant manager who is in search for a musician that would mark the history of music, passes by Leandro and hears his guitar playing. She brings him to her boss, Rusell*. He aids Leandro rise up in the music industry. Juse when things were going great, he is accused of steeling money(remember the part where Cruz and Reina bring Leandro to their gimmick?). Just when he is about to be sent to jail Reina runs into the court and gives enough evidence to prison Cruz and free Leandro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;-the ones with an asterisk(*) are unofficial names.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm still planning to change the begining of the play because leaving your son in another city does not seem.... "complete".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm still adding more detail to what happened during their gimmick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-1698256300569787964?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/1698256300569787964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=1698256300569787964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1698256300569787964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/1698256300569787964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/english-play.html' title='English Play'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1lm5JgQYI/AAAAAAAAABM/k1SRwKLItCg/s72-c/city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-3804174140048872698</id><published>2007-09-03T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:08:06.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCS Election and Music Lyric Cramming!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1mapJgQZI/AAAAAAAAABU/XAWC1QTzG64/s1600-h/kogepan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1mapJgQZI/AAAAAAAAABU/XAWC1QTzG64/s320/kogepan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106350160416358802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well CCS is finally having it's CSG, or student government. yeah, campaigns here and there, posters, big and small. Well at least this year is a lot more tidy. There are finally designated areas for the posters. But what's unique are the people running. I never found this number of students from General sections running. Oh well, I guess it would be a great idea. I mean sometimes it can get rather annoying that all the students who are running are from the Honors sections. Actually this year's election is rather encouraging me to run for next year! Hahaha!! Vote me!! kidding...but seriously, for some reason i want to run next year. Well time will tell I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, cramming... just from the word it's already tiring. Subject is music class, it seems that the deadline for our lyrics is tomorrow. what's worse, I forgot to bring the incomplete&lt;br /&gt;lyrics. Errr....rather i lost it actually. Anyway, my 2 friends managed to remember the incomplete lyrics. So....well...I don't know what's happening to the lyrics right now. I lost track of it when I borrowed it to copy the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-3804174140048872698?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/3804174140048872698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=3804174140048872698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3804174140048872698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/3804174140048872698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/ccs-election-and-music-lyric-cramming.html' title='CCS Election and Music Lyric Cramming!!'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1mapJgQZI/AAAAAAAAABU/XAWC1QTzG64/s72-c/kogepan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-6082112270290469854</id><published>2007-09-03T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T05:55:41.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fictional Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1Sw5JgQUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Uc16eyIkyAo/s1600-h/oooooh%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1Sw5JgQUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Uc16eyIkyAo/s320/oooooh%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106328552435892546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as a writer I write as an anime fan I watch anime and when my mind finds a place in the anime i start imagining what would happen if i make my own character representing...me in that show. I wonder... How will I act towards them, the characters? What will happen if ....[place event here]? Basically those were what pulled me to continue with my fictional characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started when i was in Grade 4. It was nearing to end until i finally decided to make a fictional character. My first was a character, female, I had her inserted in Gensomaden Saiyuki, which i loved back then and even until today. Sadly, I had my CPU refreshed years ago and since I encoded all of here information there. My file of her was deleted. I'll just list down my top 5 main fictional characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not in order*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Akuma Rei, Naruto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto was the first anime where in I worked with a friend. I have my character Akuma Rei- a student of Uchiha Itachi, Mangenkyu Sharingan User and the holder of the Kurai or Yonrai(take note again that this is purely fan fic based) - and her rival, made by my friend, Uzumaki Keira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tao Jen, Shaman King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, the kindest in the list. She started off as a normal human but it is only after she was told by her surrogate father of the truth. She was then trained to enter the Shaman Tournament. She developed a deep hatred towards her real family, the Taos, early in the 2nd round of the Tournament. She joins Hao's team for a while but then shifts alliance with Yoh's right before they find Doby(correct me if I'm wrong) village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Terrence, Yggdra Union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my latest character to the game Yggdra Union. He leads Sigma, an army of the Empire that specializes in axe, sword and spear wielders. Very arrogant and aggressive. Although, he starts to soften up when he joins the Army after knowing the story behind the death of Ferenna, his mother like figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hiwatari Aki, Beyblade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubbliest in the list, she's the little sister of Hiwatari Kai. She is first scene in Beyblade V-force or Beyblade 2000. Ironically, her personality blends with that of black dranzer's. Thus, she is the only one who can manage Black Dranzer without having "side effects". She is also notable for giving people nicknames like Neko-chan, Rei Kon, Nii-chan, Kai, Nee-chan, Keira(another fictional character), Monkey-king, Takao, Maki-Maki, Max, Inu-pon(-chi, -tan...more), Yuri, and more...almost everybody she knows she gives a nickname actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ken Drazher, Battle B-daman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most silent of them all in the list. She is blind at her right eye(or was that left) by about 70%-80%. She is first introduced as the reigning champion for 3 years in the Winner's tournament. Later on though, it is found out that she's part of the Shadow Alliance, being loyal to Marda-B, and those battles she won 3 years ago were just results of cheating. She escapes the Shadow Alliance after discovering the really "beauty" of the world. She usually travels by herself after that, sometimes appearing when yamato and the others need her the most. By the end of the season, she joins with Yamato and the others and is healed by her blindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all of them...all 5 of my noted characters in no order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-6082112270290469854?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/6082112270290469854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=6082112270290469854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6082112270290469854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6082112270290469854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/fictional-characters.html' title='Fictional Characters'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1Sw5JgQUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Uc16eyIkyAo/s72-c/oooooh%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-6013332376455565429</id><published>2007-09-03T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T05:57:27.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now in Business!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1OH5JgQTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A5lbYQ9zRnE/s1600-h/grin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1OH5JgQTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A5lbYQ9zRnE/s320/grin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106323450014744882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after 2 days rather....One night and a day since I made this blog I've done it! My first blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to start things off I'd like to talk about the what I used in making this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blogger.com - Of course Blogger.com is the place that made this possible. It's the one hosting this, obviously. First of course you have to Register for this place it won't take that long. This place is great and it's easy to use and customize too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Imeem.com - Alright, so I'm guessing a lot of you guys know this place? Imeem's a huge site with tons of uploaded songs, pictures and videos. I noticed that the most notable feature in Imeem is their player. It's easy to use and easy to embed or post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shoutmix.com - Ahh... shoutmix.com... It features great shout boxes...actually you design the color of the shout box as well as format. you can also decide you're smilies, whether you choose to use other smilies or use the default. You still have to Register for this one too but it won't take long. Over all, it's a nice place only if they allowed more smilies for those who registered for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dominocounter.net - A site for hit counters. It's simple and easy to access. You don't have to register for this site. In here you'll find that you can choose a number of hit counter designs as well as edit the number of digits and the starting number of you're counter. Then just click done-button and you got you're code! Just paste it in you're template and you got you're counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Blogskins.com - This is the place where i found my page design. It has a lot of great designs for Blogger and more. One thing I like about this is their thumbmail feature with this feature it's quicker to browse and find the design perfect for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. themehs - Okay, this is the one that brought this design to life. He/She(&lt;--sorry I have no idea of you're Gender so I'll just be using this to make sure.) makes really cute sheep designs and makes cute wallpapers and clocks. He/She is also making new designs(when I look at it). Honestly, I can't wait till that time comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this was from my old blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-6013332376455565429?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/6013332376455565429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=6013332376455565429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6013332376455565429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/6013332376455565429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-in-business.html' title='Now in Business!'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/Rt1OH5JgQTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A5lbYQ9zRnE/s72-c/grin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941125778437608454.post-8869703833031384192</id><published>2007-09-03T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:50:07.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reborn'/><title type='text'>Ooops.. ^^u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RtyA55JgQQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0MGnORLPnYI/s1600-h/19075.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RtyA55JgQQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0MGnORLPnYI/s320/19075.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106097809612882178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you guys noticed why I have similar posts with another blog. It's because...actually that's mine. Sadly, I cannot access it now, or fost to inform you guys why my first few posts are similar to that of another blog isrever possibly, so I just decided to create a new account and start from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are wondering the blog that I meantioned earlier was... &lt;a href="http://cresent-cua.blogspot.com/"&gt;cresent-cua.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941125778437608454-8869703833031384192?l=cresent-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/feeds/8869703833031384192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941125778437608454&amp;postID=8869703833031384192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/8869703833031384192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941125778437608454/posts/default/8869703833031384192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cresent-rise.blogspot.com/2007/09/ooops-u.html' title='Ooops.. ^^u'/><author><name>Cresent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17237683856889978634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/SMj5ckqBv9I/AAAAAAAAALY/qxExB81xqBI/S220/20229.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9giEyd4Jis/RtyA55JgQQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0MGnORLPnYI/s72-c/19075.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
