<?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-1492629755077585467</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:40:56.709+08:00</updated><category term='Anime'/><category term='Rambles'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Loveless'/><category term='Update'/><category term='Experimental'/><category term='Suicidal Notes'/><category term='Tutorial'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Designs'/><category term='Web 2.0'/><category term='Matsuri'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Matsuri no Daisuki</title><subtitle type='html'>It's raining..let's go back to the beginning...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-501870650075717008</id><published>2010-06-23T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:53:51.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Reserved for Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="010010010010000001101100011011110111011001100101" border="0" alt="010010010010000001101100011011110111011001100101" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TCH1zVDc3DI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UE4Uzpo2Rws/049%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="333" height="377"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because revenge was the sweetest gift I got.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The chaos settled down, half of the truth was spilled, and I’m starting a new book of my life with a brand new chapter. This time major changes would be done, and that includes my parent’s consent when dealing with things. Seriously, everything messed up and in the end .. I’m fooled..for the third time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m still having thoughts for FORWARD. I already got an application and a referral, but that would mean a hell of a ride at Main which would be a big disadvantage on my part. The tests keeps on pilling up, and I really wished I took up summer courses so my work would be less of a hassle, but blah… there were so many things that happened, and so many expectations burned. Ah, I wished I went to Portofino, but someone offered to take me there with a damn fee of course :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;New friends are awesome :) I’m glad I could easily mingle with people. Most of them came from the south too, I wish I could collaborate with them someday :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tomorrow’s a Major Subject day with three exams.Enrolment keys @ the CMS are already activated, but I still can’t sum up my ass to read these handouts :))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-501870650075717008?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/501870650075717008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=501870650075717008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/501870650075717008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/501870650075717008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/06/reserved-for-happiness.html' title='Reserved for Happiness'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TCH1zVDc3DI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UE4Uzpo2Rws/s72-c/049%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-5638346696969138395</id><published>2010-06-23T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:35:31.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Breakeven Female Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="letting out of what remains of the old me" border="0" alt="letting out of what remains of the old me" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TCHxYM3go7I/AAAAAAAAAk0/4cnmu96YsBk/vlcsnap-145734%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="334" height="377"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing,&lt;br&gt;Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Coz I got time while he got freedom,&lt;br&gt;'Coz when a heart breaks &lt;br&gt;no it don't break even.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His best days will be some of my worst,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;He finally met a girl that's gonna put him first,&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;While I'm wide awake, he's no trouble sleeping,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Coz when a heart breaks &lt;br&gt;no it don't break even, even.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you&lt;br&gt;What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok&lt;br&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;They say bad things happen for a reason&lt;br&gt;But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Coz he's moved on while I'm still grieving&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;And when a heart breaks &lt;br&gt;no it don't break even, even no.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you&lt;br&gt;What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok&lt;br&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br&gt;I'm falling to pieces &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;(One still in love &lt;br&gt;while the other one's leaving)&lt;br&gt;I'm falling to pieces, &lt;br&gt;(Cuz when a heart breaks &lt;br&gt;no it don't break even)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got her heart and my heart and you felt none of the pain,&lt;br&gt;You took your suitcase, I took the blame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now I'm tryn’ to make sense of what little remains, oh.&lt;br&gt;'Coz you left me with no love, with no love to my name.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing,&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in,&lt;br&gt;'Coz I got time while he got freedom,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Coz when a heart breaks &lt;br&gt;no it don't break, no it don't &lt;br&gt;break, no it don't break even no.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you&lt;br&gt;What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok&lt;br&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br&gt;I'm falling to pieces, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;(One still in love &lt;br&gt;while the other one's leaving)&lt;br&gt;I'm falling to pieces, &lt;br&gt;(Cuz when a heart breaks &lt;br&gt;no it don't break even)&lt;br&gt;Oh, it don't break even, no&lt;br&gt;Oh, it don't break even, no&lt;br&gt;Oh, It don't break even, no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Original song and lyrics by: The Script&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Sang and edited by : Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; 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border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="So tiny and insignificant" border="0" alt="So tiny and insignificant" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TAe_mlrpgII/AAAAAAAAAkw/P6QOuFRTV70/0da7611a690956861e35aa7c9ccd6b0d%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so tiny and insignificant. Even when the world wipes away my presence, nobody would notice it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tomorrow’s judgment day for me. I just hope &lt;strong&gt;something would happen.&lt;/strong&gt; I forgot where I got this quote though, it was from a shoujo manga I think. Ah..never mind. &lt;img alt="" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/6586/bibi1004009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-8637912567246482733?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8637912567246482733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=8637912567246482733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8637912567246482733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8637912567246482733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am.html' title='I am…..'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TAe_mlrpgII/AAAAAAAAAkw/P6QOuFRTV70/s72-c/0da7611a690956861e35aa7c9ccd6b0d%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-2204573546562625110</id><published>2010-06-03T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:56:55.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Hits the right spot….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Running away from something just means that something would be following you wherever you go. If in terms of the theory of relativity, the problem would be gravity, the one running would be earth. It accelerates over time. You could never run away from it, it tags along with you and before you knew it, you’re running into it’s trap. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TAc1hlNgpzI/AAAAAAAAAko/jRSV90rWseA/s1600-h/2010-06-03_095247%5B6%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="I'm falling to pieces" border="0" alt="I'm falling to pieces" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TAc1isSjz8I/AAAAAAAAAks/Xs5NIzbKUhw/2010-06-03_095247_thumb%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="260" height="201"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Continuing from my &lt;a href="http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/06/objection.html" target="_blank"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, playing Ace Attorney just hits me where I needed the most. Sometimes I wish I could run away from my problems, but I know it would just tag along with me.&amp;nbsp; I thought I was doing the right lately, but reality is already pushing me to accept that I’m &lt;a href="http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-i-asked.html" target="_blank"&gt;alone&lt;/a&gt; all over again. I could have coped up with it until now, I’ve been here before, it just feels so nostalgic. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m standing on an empty stagnant place, it’s still hard to believe I’m not talking to anyone about anything. Not even my college friends are available, I’m only fondling with what’s left of my sanity to stuff toys, talking to this blog,&amp;nbsp; and torn sketchbooks.&amp;nbsp; I feel so insignificant, Dad tried to cheer me up and we went to the mall yesterday but I just can’t help it. Flashbacks just kept on revealing itself. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nobody’s here when I needed them the most, even my sister is worried. I feel so sluggish, I want something to do. Tomorrow will be elementary reunion day, hmm… I just wish I could talk to someone on that day. I guess I’ll start packing now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-2204573546562625110?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2204573546562625110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=2204573546562625110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2204573546562625110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2204573546562625110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/06/hits-right-spot.html' title='Hits the right spot….'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TAc1isSjz8I/AAAAAAAAAks/Xs5NIzbKUhw/s72-c/2010-06-03_095247_thumb%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-2410040279627880184</id><published>2010-06-03T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:31:16.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Objection!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Don't judge this pup by his looks" border="0" alt="Don't judge this pup by his looks" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TAcwEtqPaHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/MN--CxXpxPs/11182009%28010%29%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="221" height="250"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our House Mascot&lt;/strong&gt;. My brother would always make him say “Fuck you” in a cute way with his girly voice. &lt;img alt="" src="http://img710.imageshack.us/img710/8345/bibi1004022.jpg"&gt;Whenever were bored, we find ourselves searching relentlessly to this cute pup and pretend he wants to cheer us up by saying insane stuff like “Hello, i like your #$%$&amp;amp;#%..hell yeah fuck you!” –well yeah, you get the idea. &lt;img alt="" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/5663/bibi1004015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His soft paws punched our faces when were down, and that really felt better. My little sister however, is his arch nemesis. It would always end up with her pounding and deforming it’s head. My brother would rush to the scene and would fix it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-2410040279627880184?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2410040279627880184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=2410040279627880184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2410040279627880184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2410040279627880184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/06/objection.html' title='Objection!!'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TAcwEtqPaHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/MN--CxXpxPs/s72-c/11182009%28010%29%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-2748557439372851033</id><published>2010-06-02T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:23:33.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Turmoil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TAXoaMuCARI/AAAAAAAAAkc/b49ZVeqyjRY/s1600-h/11042009%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Trinket" border="0" alt="Trinket" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TAXodE2dyMI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8epPl1TFRSw/11042009_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="199" height="237"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just when I was about to think that everything would be okay after all that it’s just getting worse and worse. The heavens must have hated me for something, or probably I waiting for the long queue to make-my-life-ok requests. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I still can’t believe I’m in the same level as my brother now, he teased me with a talking stuff toy and now were pretending it talked. Well at least my sister is enjoying the mini weirdo show we put up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I received a text message from the ssc president today, &lt;strong&gt;wear black on June 8&lt;/strong&gt; eh? It sounds like an uprising to me :\&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To ease up my stress, I’m really glad someone recommended me to watch [&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbJ05xEItO0&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded" target="_blank"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;] this&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-2748557439372851033?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2748557439372851033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=2748557439372851033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2748557439372851033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2748557439372851033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/06/turmoil.html' title='Turmoil'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TAXodE2dyMI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8epPl1TFRSw/s72-c/11042009_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1595742906908151552</id><published>2010-06-01T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:44:25.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>So I asked…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TATxWHjKO0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/5xiAVpK6IKg/s1600-h/31642%5B17%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="You're so much better than me" border="0" alt="You're so much better than me" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TATxaUb29FI/AAAAAAAAAkY/L-4YwlCnBps/31642_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="232" height="276"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I woke up at 5 and continued searching for my cell phone. I broke my toe nail when the wooden frame shunned. But at least I got my phone back, I checked the call log but nothing was there so I used my moms phone and sent a message to the birthday boy. It was 7pm when my phone fully charged, still waiting for a call, still nothing was there. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The free time got me thinking about my Aunt’s comments, so I asked to the quiet thin air what could have gone wrong. I rummaged my social network account only to find out the answer. The empty calls, the non-frequent communication, and the secret of his phone. I’ve found my answer that I was not in the mood for a cheery celebration. I tried practicing to smile in front of the mirror but the heat didn’t gave me a bright cheery atmosphere. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the party was over, several colleagues told me it was gonna be ok. I thought it would be, that got me reflecting more again. I probably be the greatest fool on earth to play with the game at his hand. To think, I begged for a relationship, tried waiting for an answer, giving some time, and still his lips said that at least there’s a couple that stayed like a couple since high school. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What was I thinking betting everything for this guy when all I do was to cling on false hope? I was turned into a joke, a mere joke to show off in front of friends. I didn’t realize it was déjà vu all over again. This happened before but it’s much worse. I became a party pooper before I know it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He speed up after I closed the door of his car, that scratched my little finger. He didn’t even tried to look back or say anything. So that’s left me to one conclusion………&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some people say it’s Karma, before I knew it, I really should have not worried nor tried to get my hopes up. He wasn’t the one I used to know, Auntie was right. People change……they change too much that it’s hard to recognize them anymore. I feared he was going to slip away someday, I never thought it would be today.The one thing I’m clinging to and hoping for gone in an instant. So I guess my dad’s warning really got through me, relationships are not everything I would have hoped for.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;I told myself I wont miss you.. But I remembered… What it feels like beside you….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1595742906908151552?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1595742906908151552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1595742906908151552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1595742906908151552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1595742906908151552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-i-asked.html' title='So I asked…..'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TATxaUb29FI/AAAAAAAAAkY/L-4YwlCnBps/s72-c/31642_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-4002973481362997337</id><published>2010-06-01T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:15:00.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>I figured everything out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="I have no right to be angry" border="0" alt="I have no right to be angry" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TARfBUzGoII/AAAAAAAAAkM/HfN8j7kN9d4/vlcsnap-2010-05-20-05h15m11s168%5B14%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="446" height="215"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why he didn’t bother to contact me while I was away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why he didn’t bother to talk to me even if his summer class is over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why he won’t come anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why he acted funny when I grabbed his phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#48b5a3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="But no one could stop me from crying" border="0" alt="But no one could stop me from crying" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TARfD5eDShI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/brqN5nJ9p1Q/header%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="517" height="192"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-4002973481362997337?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4002973481362997337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=4002973481362997337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4002973481362997337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4002973481362997337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-figured-everything-out.html' title='I figured everything out'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/TARfBUzGoII/AAAAAAAAAkM/HfN8j7kN9d4/s72-c/vlcsnap-2010-05-20-05h15m11s168%5B14%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-6988133094008627131</id><published>2010-05-24T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:55:02.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="all i need." border="0" alt="all i need." align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S_pMt4xidoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/cIuhgq4eExc/e515949cef14390f20b42a745fd840d4%5B25%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="236" height="272"&gt;To reject or be rejected, the mere questions that leads to this broken hearted girl. Rejection runs in the blood of our family, to hate, to disgust, to be looked down upon on. I used to think I could adjust to the words of a silent assassin but everything blew off eventually. I was rejected, by my closest people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can’t express it in fancy words but I’d say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s noting fancy, It’s not good , It was never easy to avoid, It was a pain to describe it, and it fucking hurts&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m just resisting the temptation to cut my own life because I still can’t find a valid reason to do it. Living on bearing pain is probably better than carrying nothing at all. Breaking down may be the worst idea I could think of as an ending, but it’s not like I have a choice in this damnation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-6988133094008627131?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6988133094008627131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=6988133094008627131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6988133094008627131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6988133094008627131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S_pMt4xidoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/cIuhgq4eExc/s72-c/e515949cef14390f20b42a745fd840d4%5B25%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1445831385060092298</id><published>2010-05-24T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T16:48:18.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>A topsy-turvey day and some wishful thinking~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S_o8UjaWyZI/AAAAAAAAAj8/d-D2BUj0MWg/s1600-h/mikulen_sakimichi_livejournal-second-verse%5B21%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="closing the gap . closing my heart" border="0" alt="closing the gap . closing my heart" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S_o8VovMilI/AAAAAAAAAkA/OcI7TtHrPMc/mikulen_sakimichi_livejournal-second-verse_thumb%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" height="193"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today was definitely weird. So I went to school for enrolment, I met my friends and proceeded.&amp;nbsp; It could have turned out smoothly but unfortunately my grades were misplaced. I swear I turned pale as and my blood was rushing so fast that I sweated so hard, I don’t know what to do. My phobia of crowd came back, and my fingers were shaking as I wrote the schedule plan with my hand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’m just glad that buu was there, he escorted me back at my house and helped me searched for it. Unfortunately, nothing was there. So we ended up talking about our relationship;&amp;nbsp; and I teased him about a lot of stuff. I put on my best fake brave face and asked him about our relationship status, but he said we were just at the MU level. [mutual understanding stage]. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Somehow I could feel my eye sockets moist but I held it up till he rode back to his car and never waved back. It was his decision after all, that’s probably the last time I would ask for it again, I’ll just wait till he forgives me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="honesty. wish I could  be." border="0" alt="honesty. wish I could  be." src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S_o8XE_o_DI/AAAAAAAAAkE/fLduO2dF8SU/honest%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" height="359"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ah, I just can’t believe how &lt;em&gt;powerless and miserable&lt;/em&gt; I am when I recall what happened earlier.&amp;nbsp; To think I ran off at school because I’m soo weak to overcome fear of people and the final blow where my ex told me the feelings are just plain mutual can be so fatal. &lt;strong&gt;What kind&amp;nbsp; fuckery is this?!&lt;/strong&gt; I sometimes wish I was more reliable, more mature or even more responsible. I suck, I can easily crawl back to my shell and somehow I’d wish dad would forgive me for being a shy retarded daughter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes I’m a failure, the society somehow hates me and the only thing that’s been there loyally by my side is my sister. To think I fell so low, so deep that I can now blame every looser day I have to that one above all things. To think I sound like an &lt;u&gt;emotional fuck&lt;/u&gt;, I'm breaking so fast……………….. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1445831385060092298?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1445831385060092298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1445831385060092298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1445831385060092298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1445831385060092298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/topsy-turvey-day-and-some-wishful.html' title='A topsy-turvey day and some wishful thinking~'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S_o8VovMilI/AAAAAAAAAkA/OcI7TtHrPMc/s72-c/mikulen_sakimichi_livejournal-second-verse_thumb%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-4491137598710944704</id><published>2010-05-16T07:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:41:49.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Admirable and I’m just too lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Too admirable" border="0" alt="Too admirable" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-81OHrXaXI/AAAAAAAAAj4/B18N8A-c1cs/b5589ab0ab45e58de509ba95794942df%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="333" height="377"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Buu and I settled some things when he returned here at our house. Every moment when I was with him felt so nostalgic and warm. We teased him, it was cute to see him blush. I didn’t know what to say, I was ashamed to even talk to him that I buried my face on my palms trying to lose some of my composure and be funny about it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I even thought maybe there was no chance of seeing him again, I really thought he hated me. But instead he left me messages full of regret all over my social network without me noticing it since I tried avoiding all of it to forget everything. It was a surprise when he came home. I was even more ashamed, I was suppose to do that but he lowered himself too greatly that it was too admirable to see it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He was so loyal and my acts were too treacherous. It was love, it was overflowing that I was so ashamed not to even notice it since the day that we were going out. Indeed I was too blind to even grasp happiness that was in front of me. I was being too selfish and prideful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Right now, he’s still thinking things through. We’re not back on track yet, but I really hope he will give me another chance; and this time I want to set every little thing right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-4491137598710944704?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4491137598710944704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=4491137598710944704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4491137598710944704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4491137598710944704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/admirable-and-im-just-too-lucky.html' title='Admirable and I’m just too lucky'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-81OHrXaXI/AAAAAAAAAj4/B18N8A-c1cs/s72-c/b5589ab0ab45e58de509ba95794942df%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-4369778392436758876</id><published>2010-05-16T07:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T07:36:03.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Top 10 mysteries of a girl’s heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Mysteries of a girl's heart" border="0" alt="Mysteries of a girl's heart" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-8v4sVauAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qU7TIUUa4pg/446228bc9e07a34a48006fc87f241195%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. She asks you for advice but becomes angry when you give it  &lt;p&gt;2. Her feelings are hurt if you fail to notice a change in hairstyle  &lt;p&gt;3. Your love for her is measured by the frequency of your calls and emails  &lt;p&gt;4. She wants to make you say “I love you”  &lt;p&gt;5. She’s angry with you if you actually go home after she asks you to  &lt;p&gt;6. She uses “I’ll break up with you” as a bargaining chip  &lt;p&gt;7. She never expresses things directly with words but instead makes you read between the lines  &lt;p&gt;8. When you are alone together her attitude differs completely from when you are with other people  &lt;p&gt;9. She wants you to express your love through deeds  &lt;p&gt;10. She immediately wants any new product &lt;p&gt;Wow, I find it so true. Not to mention, &lt;strong&gt;1-9 hurts me pretty bad.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-4369778392436758876?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4369778392436758876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=4369778392436758876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4369778392436758876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4369778392436758876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/top-10-mysteries-of-girls-heart.html' title='Top 10 mysteries of a girl’s heart'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-8v4sVauAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qU7TIUUa4pg/s72-c/446228bc9e07a34a48006fc87f241195%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1147659423775692234</id><published>2010-05-08T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:26:22.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The downfall of an avid blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Rise and Fall" border="0" alt="Rise and Fall" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-VKW4C18pI/AAAAAAAAAjw/i9460aR7wGo/11172009%28040%29%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="343" height="384"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went blog hopping yesterday and visited my old blogs. I tried comparing my old post to my new blog posts and sad to say, my old blog was definitely better. I still cant believe I was soo good in writing articles before and attracting visitors were so easy.&amp;nbsp; So this is what they call the rise and fall?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dammit! After consequently failing my math during my highschool days my interesting in blogging was dimming but now it’s summer I tried my best bringing back my talent of writing posts but it’s not gonna be easy. Compared to my old blog posts, my familiarity with words dropped to 60%. I can’t even remember the meaning of some complicated words. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s really hard to attract visitors unless of course your such a pro at communicating. I’m really stressed out that the fact that I no longer had this talent to attract interestin conversation. Right now I’m trying to read Harry Potter books for inspiration. Cheer me on guys! &lt;img alt="" src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/9082/bibi1004013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1147659423775692234?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1147659423775692234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1147659423775692234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1147659423775692234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1147659423775692234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/downfall-of-avid-blogger.html' title='The downfall of an avid blogger'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-VKW4C18pI/AAAAAAAAAjw/i9460aR7wGo/s72-c/11172009%28040%29%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3912351385165804680</id><published>2010-05-05T04:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T04:45:13.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Growing up is scary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-CFWCdBSoI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPtV1Box738/0d6d15242d147fd88b30fa13f503d36c.png?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-CFW4kMnBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4svoT89fA5I/zrtn_002n57a671ef_tn.jpg?imgmax=400" style="DISPLAY: inline; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 5px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="400" border="0" width="202"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few moments ago my brother beat me up for not sharing V-Cut (a potato junkfood). Stupid reason, but hell it was painful. My dad is so gay, he didn't even scold him, and my Mom is the worst, pushing all the blame on me because she's fucking afraid of my brothers fists. Stupid retards, so much for wishing them good fortune when they retire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is why I really hate family camps because nothing ever changes no matter how I pray at God. It's not like I hate him, I already know shit happens. It's always like that, whenever you reach the puberty period everything turns crazy and fucked up. So much for saying dramas are so corny, lately I've got a feeling to believe in TV too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So where am I getting at? Well I finally had this conclusion why childhood is always made up of rainbows and hope, because adults have already foreseen it. The upcomming storm of course. It's like a game, without given much of hope when you're a child of course you'll get in trouble when you grow up. It would be hard to adjust until you made a total mess of yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to grow up even faster, somehow I'm stuck in this house with people not feel like being a family. I want to grow up and be a responsible person, and maybe a better mother than my mom. No one understands my problem with them, even if I share it , no one could understand and help me with this. I'm all alone, this is what would happen when you grow up. Independence day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, I made 3 posts in 1 night.&lt;/strong&gt; What ....an &lt;del&gt;idiot&lt;/del&gt;...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3912351385165804680?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3912351385165804680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3912351385165804680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3912351385165804680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3912351385165804680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/growing-up-is-scary.html' title='Growing up is scary...'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-CFW4kMnBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4svoT89fA5I/s72-c/zrtn_002n57a671ef_tn.jpg?imgmax=400' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1827084909033966078</id><published>2010-05-05T04:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T04:19:26.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Waking too much and sleeping too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-CBS9v-PLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/4U-eAmarbPY/__Miku___by_notmaggot.gif?imgmax=160" alt="__Miku___by_notmaggot.gif" height="134" width="146"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are so many tasks to make me pre-occupied. Lets see..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making posts at Shinkai Summit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Site maintenance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drawing practice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photoshop practice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Javascript practice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not a health conscious person thats why my weight has been changing frequently, so I guess I'll log these activities for now to remind me to stop being a sober. Oh, and my english grammar is getting really bad lately. I should read novels, I'm probably exposed with too much radiation lately, or my brain cells are just dying out on its own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i guess I'll avoid computer related stuff right now that makes the list useless huh? And who the fuck can debug on paper? I've already failed at that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lack of sleep is making me feel better, I should probably change my sleeping hours to waking up hours to avoid too much activities. In the meantime I want to go to a nearby beach this week, the taste of siomai just makes me wanna go out. I have not toured anywhere this summer, this sucks. It's probably because I was expecting too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Damn you summer diety! You made me feel lonelier everyday, why wont you just show up and let's play strip cards!&lt;/em&gt; "- oh how I wish I could say that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1827084909033966078?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1827084909033966078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1827084909033966078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1827084909033966078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1827084909033966078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/waking-too-much-and-sleeping-too-much.html' title='Waking too much and sleeping too much'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-CBS9v-PLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/4U-eAmarbPY/s72-c/__Miku___by_notmaggot.gif?imgmax=160' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-6334222364274632110</id><published>2010-05-05T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T03:54:47.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Breathing...slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-B7SIxnE5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/vVyxjt8_1PA/zrtn_001p5f8356ca_tn.jpg?imgmax=288" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; WIDTH: 250px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" width="250"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Maybe I was too pale, mabye I was to fat maybe you had better, better luck in the sack. No formal education and I swore way to much, but I swear you didn't fucking care, cause we were in love. So as I write this letter and shead my last tear. Its all for the better than we had this yearlets close this chapter, say one last prayerbut don't say that you loved me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Katy Perry-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh* Lately I've been having this stupid feeling that he wont ever show up again and the ironic part of it...it really did happened. He probably had given up on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well duh? Didn't he already said that to me? Haha...so much for that hope. Fuck it hurts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So is this is it huh? This really is reality. I really can't do about it anymore, so much for pretending not to be lonely this summer, this has gotta be my worst season. I might as well do some community service for a while to avoid computer and probably, just probably, be able to get over this too because lately I've been waiting like a fool and fuck yeah I deserve this misery!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been acting immature and wanting him to miss me soo much but it backfire. So long loneliness and hello community service.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-6334222364274632110?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6334222364274632110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=6334222364274632110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6334222364274632110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6334222364274632110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathingslowly.html' title='Breathing...slowly'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S-B7SIxnE5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/vVyxjt8_1PA/s72-c/zrtn_001p5f8356ca_tn.jpg?imgmax=288' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-630800404168697030</id><published>2010-04-13T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:32:31.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Past Woes …</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Bluuby bluu bluu" border="0" alt="Bluuby bluu bluu" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8O63kp7CLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/I4tuWjCUX1Y/1128200912.jpg?imgmax=800" width="229" height="253"&gt;I’m happy to hear that buu made an effort talking to me even though were not the couple anymore. Sure I don’t mind listening to him regretting but bringing up the past and telling me I’m immature sure is…pretty convenient to him.&lt;img alt="" src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4540/bibi1004016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So 2 years of our relationship and it now concludes that all my efforts were not particularly counted. Buu told me he had more effort and the reason why he’s not the same guy I used to know before is because he’s mature…..seriously…I had a wtf moment in an instant.&lt;img alt="" src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/6029/bibi1004007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, to start I think it’s not maturity at all. He was actually dreading the fact that I made no effort with that in mind, the two years of our relationship screwed up. So that’s why he was beginning to be cold towards me, he didn’t even open it up when we were fighting. Whats worse? I couldn’t sum up the courage to say these words to him. Pretty sure he’ll read this one..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was encouraged by my classmate not to make hasty moves. Obviously I enjoyed teasing him by putting up the “beh” act but I think I overdid it. &lt;img alt="" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/5663/bibi1004015.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah, I could not find a man that is better than buu. Honestly, I probably can’t find one like him anymore. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m sorry buu, but you still have a big space in my heart.&lt;img alt="" src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/3029/bibi1004018j.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-630800404168697030?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/630800404168697030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=630800404168697030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/630800404168697030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/630800404168697030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/past-woes.html' title='Past Woes …'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8O63kp7CLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/I4tuWjCUX1Y/s72-c/1128200912.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-6142411442349862142</id><published>2010-04-12T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:30:21.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>To Plan or Not To……</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Oh..lol" border="0" alt="Oh..lol" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8KFuooRtGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Ww9TwUkAtB4/12052009%28020%29%5B24%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="171" height="194"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So bear and I are talking again. I guess everything is back to normal but I took the initiative to ask if he wanted to meet-up or some sort but &lt;u&gt;he gladly took the offer&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;img alt="" src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/4748/bibi1004011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now all that’s left is the planning, but it ended up like a wreck. I don’t know, but he seems like a confusing guy to begin with. &lt;img alt="" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/6586/bibi1004009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You could say he’s shady, with his past and all but …ugh…he always left me with frustration. What a hard guy deal. &lt;img alt="" src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/9595/bibi1004021x.jpg"&gt; But I’m fine with that.. lol !&lt;img alt="" src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/1677/bibi1004004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan sheet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;Mountain View – it’s common to him &lt;img alt="" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/6586/bibi1004009.jpg"&gt; &lt;li&gt;Beach – he got doubts &lt;img alt="" src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/9595/bibi1004021x.jpg"&gt; &lt;li&gt;SM – he’s fine with it…but it burns a hole in my pocket &lt;img alt="" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/5663/bibi1004015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;We ran out of ideas afterwards and before we knew it…he’s on duty again &lt;img alt="" src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/3029/bibi1004018j.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-6142411442349862142?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6142411442349862142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=6142411442349862142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6142411442349862142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6142411442349862142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-plan-or-not-to.html' title='To Plan or Not To……'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8KFuooRtGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Ww9TwUkAtB4/s72-c/12052009%28020%29%5B24%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-6506476630331129366</id><published>2010-04-12T08:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:38:30.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Just emptiness fills me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Me &amp;gt;:O" border="0" alt="Me &amp;gt;:O" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8JnET0WxbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/2Uj9p4n2bDU/12152009%28001%29%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" height="309"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m giving up.&lt;/strong&gt; That’s the least of what I could do for now. I really wish my dad could pull off the planned make-over in time. For the meantime, I drew bear last night. I don't know if were on a huge fight…basically were confused. &lt;strike&gt;So much for communication &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/3029/bibi1004018j.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*sigh* If only he knows how desperate I was contacting him. I think I should follow what Pat said….to try and ignore method. Hmm..I wonder if it works &lt;img alt="" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/6586/bibi1004009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That aside, my eye-bags have been growing lately.It’s probably because of the &lt;a href="http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/hardest-part-to-loving-someone-for.html" target="_blank"&gt;countless&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wonder-if.html" target="_blank"&gt;sacks&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-baby-im-lonely.html" target="_blank"&gt;tears&lt;/a&gt; I’ve been letting out lately. &lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="" src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/9595/bibi1004021x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here’s Bear’s anime render by me and my sis. It’s a collaboration and i made dozen of trials because seriously…his hair was hard to mimic &lt;img alt="" src="http://img710.imageshack.us/img710/8345/bibi1004022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Mark Kevin Albios &amp;lt;3" border="0" alt="Mark Kevin Albios &amp;lt;3" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8JnE8R_HEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/TPM_0yIXpes/Photo20104112348792%5B52%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" height="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8JnFx1AWgI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JUIgJRhKe2Q/s1600-h/Photo20104112346976%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Mark Kevin Albios &amp;lt;3" border="0" alt="Mark Kevin Albios &amp;lt;3" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8JnGrd_hEI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Zo2qM11ETe4/Photo20104112346976_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="205" height="154"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-6506476630331129366?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6506476630331129366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=6506476630331129366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6506476630331129366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6506476630331129366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-emptiness-fills-me.html' title='Just emptiness fills me'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8JnET0WxbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/2Uj9p4n2bDU/s72-c/12152009%28001%29%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1992649785369053799</id><published>2010-04-11T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:33:32.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Because baby …I’m lonely ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHTXAgw2tek&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHTXAgw2tek&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; 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border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Surprise attack~!" border="0" alt="Surprise attack~!" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8GlgAtKJAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/hSkyRCTWul0/301f534%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="209" height="241"&gt;I’m just spoiled whenever I tend to love somebody. A friend of mine always tells me how &lt;u&gt;vulnerable&lt;/u&gt; I reacted to gestures. Well, I admit I’ve always wanted to be hugged, to hold hands, to be patted on the head, to be pinched on my cheeks, and to be called cute. Whenever someone makes me laugh I always wanted to punch their guts or pinch their faces.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do that because I wanted to do it&lt;/em&gt;. My hands feels lonely if I don’t contact with a human body. I don’t know if it’s normal, but another friend of mine told me that it’s childish. If so, then is maturity a requirement for relationships? I pondered and asked myself how the heck is that going to happen?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If i forcibly shut myself up and be mature, I’m sure it would mean killing my usual habits and gestures. Then that means, I’m going to be normal and common. That probably equals to being boring but cool. But that sounds weird, being boring and cool makes you an uninteresting person. But that probably wont apply to some relationships. But it’s hard to keep you true self a secret. &lt;strong&gt;It always surfaces when you least notice it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So much for that thought, lately I’ve been finding myself relating to &lt;u&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/u&gt;’s songs. Am I really turning myself into one of these lonely girls he’s singing for? But at least I’m happy someone sings me songs in a man’s point of view as it really gets lonelier everyday. &lt;strong&gt;Text messages just leaves an empty imprint in my&amp;nbsp; heart.&lt;/strong&gt; Loving somebody&amp;nbsp; can be miserable. I’ve never been put up in this kind of situation before. Hence, I’m impressed tough most likely I wonder if everything is a mistake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I'm such a fool for falling in love like a mess. It’s insane, lately I find myself muttering to give up but my heart just can’t stop falling harder. Gravity might be set to a hundred negatives, or my chest&amp;nbsp; just feels heavier than it was before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, and&amp;nbsp; to check how much you love about Bieber you might wanna check this video [&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHTXAgw2tek" target="_blank"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tracklisting for the empty hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;Justin Bieber - Common Denominator *Studio version* lyrics (HQ) [&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jpfpXVPRI8&amp;amp;NR=1" target="_blank"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;]  &lt;li&gt;Justin Bieber – Up &lt;li&gt;Justin Bieber – Overboard &lt;li&gt;Justin Bieber – One less lonely girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-2998102871048885933?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2998102871048885933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=2998102871048885933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2998102871048885933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2998102871048885933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wonder-if.html' title='I wonder if…'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8GlgAtKJAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/hSkyRCTWul0/s72-c/301f534%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-6755898506416452727</id><published>2010-04-11T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:59:51.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>The hardest part to loving someone for the first time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8FlUYqIorI/AAAAAAAAAis/H38FpPRcH4k/s1600-h/6a963f7dae8226d7dd68c6b20208db37%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="give and you keep on taking" border="0" alt="give and you keep on taking" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8FlVb6SX6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/UCiIhaZtrEk/6a963f7dae8226d7dd68c6b20208db37_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="189" height="320"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;Is the fear of loosing someone again  &lt;li&gt;Is the regret for the feeling that you can’t make someone satisfied  &lt;li&gt;The instances of mentioning x’s without knowing you’ve hurt your partner already  &lt;li&gt;The need to adjust  &lt;li&gt;The lack of chances  &lt;li&gt;The tendency of your partner to lose his/her interest  &lt;li&gt;The fear of being discouraged  &lt;li&gt;The fear of being used and rejected  &lt;li&gt;The tendency of your partner to compare you with his/her ex  &lt;li&gt;The trouble of opening up a good topic&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s definitely hard to love someone, especially if you do not know much about him. The huge gap probably lies on how much you have known each other. I know my strengths and weaknesses about love but loving someone who’s gentle and sensitive definitely needs to be worked out. I’ve been good with the wild types but…the gentle ones makes you feel nervous. I admit, people like these are so fragile. I can’t even come up with a crack joke to make that person smile. I need some advice and strategies from the experienced. How can I make this person notice my efforts?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s sad really, we don’t see each other personally and we only rely on text messages. It’s frustrating on my part because his ex still makes a move. Ack..should I give up? This has been making me cry since last week. T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-6755898506416452727?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6755898506416452727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=6755898506416452727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6755898506416452727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6755898506416452727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/hardest-part-to-loving-someone-for.html' title='The hardest part to loving someone for the first time..'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S8FlVb6SX6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/UCiIhaZtrEk/s72-c/6a963f7dae8226d7dd68c6b20208db37_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-2884188944869972419</id><published>2010-04-09T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:50:00.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Au revior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 335px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:9d793e90-70aa-43f8-8875-969aa83318ac" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S76EsVPbk0I/AAAAAAAAAik/CUXHd6KFBGo/11549_1121653416179_1672394587_244262_6076449_n%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="335" height="312" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;What’s the worse part after breaking up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;The awful truth of course.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I summed up what’s left of my courage to go to their house. I hoped everything is going to be ok. The funny part of that occasion was him constantly teasing me. He rummage through my bag and checked for messages of what he thought as me new guy. It was just a light message of my friend to eat properly and a mere greeting but he took it as another meaning. Even though I didn't even erased my inbox and outboxes for him to see, he still thinks of me as a constant fall-in love type of girl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few minutes after,&amp;nbsp; I caught him texting somebody. I trusted that it was his best friend but I caught glimpse of him opening a topic to another girl. It was unfair for me that he wont let me see his phone while he forces me to show mine. So I took his phone from his hands and read the message from his inbox.&amp;nbsp; So my suspicions were right all along, he already made his first move to another girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I asked him for details but he used the facebook incident to cover up his mistake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He told me why I erased chat messages between me and &lt;strong&gt;Bear*&lt;/strong&gt;, I couldn’t say such information. I’ve never been a good chatter to Bear and honestly I can’t even pick up a good topic unlike me and my ex. The conversation was filled with Bear’s problems with his family and sometimes I nag about myself. It was a total embarrassment. It’s like were counseling for each other. Most of the time I left his window tab on my facebook, he wont show up much so his name on the tab is left there in case he goes online again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="now you're ready to depart........." border="0" alt="now you're ready to depart........." src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S76F58KFOXI/AAAAAAAAAio/VVp-pjhzwC4/11549_1121653496181_1672394587_244264_114851_n%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="250" height="188"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing matter after that, I don’t felt like watching the iron man movie anymore. I tried going home early so I wont mind this incident but he pleaded that I should finish the movie instead. I don’t felt like talking to him anymore. I don’t feel it was alright anymore. Thoughts inside of my mind went black and I could felt my hand shivering from chills. It was an awkward feeling, sitting with someone you wish you would not see for a lifetime. It was even more suffocating looking at his face. After the movie, I really could not take it anymore and went out. He accompanied me …only for the shortest time. It was like accompanying you to an exit without a slight feeling of goodbye. He immediately turned around and went back at his house. While I was sitting on the tricycle seat wishing I should go home soon. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After arriving, I finally decided to get over this stupid feeling and start everything from scratch. I should be happy though, he already enjoyed talking to somebody else rather than me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Bear – epic censored name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-2884188944869972419?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2884188944869972419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=2884188944869972419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2884188944869972419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2884188944869972419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/au-revior.html' title='Au revior'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S76EsVPbk0I/AAAAAAAAAik/CUXHd6KFBGo/s72-c/11549_1121653416179_1672394587_244262_6076449_n%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-194224140857924360</id><published>2010-04-08T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:10:34.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>SILENT REVERIE {PART 2}</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="thinking of you" border="0" alt="thinking of you" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S70e9omM0zI/AAAAAAAAAic/tuuAeAiPZws/1_698486693l%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="182" height="217"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Right now I still can’t confirm I I’ve already found somebody that could remind me of him. All I’ve ever think about is to concentrate on what’s more to come. It never crossed my mind to find another man right away. I know my ex of me as such, but all I’ve ever done up until that last visit was him all along. I swear I was crying when he suddenly tickled me in a tight embrace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was bitter, to finally call him as my friend. It became very bitter when he didn't see me off as I exited the house. I guess this is what I get for letting my emotions get the most out of me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before I left I have even made some foolish promises to him. I guess it was really hard for me to let him go. I could not even imagine him beside another girl that's better than me. Mom said there would be plenty, but I wonder how I could face if ever he had one. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="was the most painful thing i could do" border="0" alt="was the most painful thing i could do" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S70e-TlP_cI/AAAAAAAAAig/ATyYxn7olcs/1_995719646l%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="175" height="208"&gt; Rewinding back I realized my expectations were not fulfilled. I was the one who visited his house instead. I laughed as I realized that I was in his old position. The time where he used to love me to this extent. Fate switched our existence and I realized how painful it was to love me. It was painful to love him to the highest extent that he used to love me before. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wonder if he realized it as well. I never regretted loving him. I never regretted being with him and I’ve never regretted being his girlfriend. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is an unforgettable chapter for me to grow up, to mature.&amp;nbsp; and to reflect upon. Hopefully, I should enjoy life as much as possible and maybe…just maybe… hope for another chance in the future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-194224140857924360?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/194224140857924360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=194224140857924360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/194224140857924360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/194224140857924360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/silent-reverie-part-2.html' title='SILENT REVERIE {PART 2}'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S70e9omM0zI/AAAAAAAAAic/tuuAeAiPZws/s72-c/1_698486693l%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-4355217629130163675</id><published>2010-04-08T07:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:12:32.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Silent reverie {part 1}</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="The us...before.." border="0" alt="The us...before.." src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S70XLAnGEiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/4hpI3LfvPvA/1_196443868l%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="278" height="331"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the end his presence just takes my breath away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The night before yesterday I was in deep thought of what to say to him. I silently cried that night thinking of the faded monochrome time we used to share before. Then the day that we have to face each other finally came. I was expecting.. a huge change from him. Personality-wise and manners. I put him in a test and I knew it before hand that he’ll put me into one either. Nothing changed. But me body still says that I missed him so that I sat next to him, caressing his soft face but he hated it. I know I was at fault, but all I wanted is for his former self to come back. The sunny person I loved for 2 years. The man that swept me off my feet and inspires me wherever I go. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S70XL3CblAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/l4A3U2R1G3k/s1600-h/IMG0352A%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="your voice was the soundtrack of my summer" border="0" alt="your voice was the soundtrack of my summer" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S70XMsQ6Q-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/71O2DRE7-C0/IMG0352A_thumb%5B14%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="139" height="166"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know that man is already gone. That moment I realized that my guidance instructor is right, no one could ever change a person the way they used to be. My friends advised me to try and accept the changes. The heck I’ve tried and I even doubled it by hugging tight whenever he comes by at our house. I used to ignore the fact that he wont hug back because he’s shy, but now I can’t seem to hold it any longer. Every time he wanted me to tell him what to do, it would just leave an empty space in my heart. The hole was getting bigger, and I think it was not love anymore. I look like a spoiled person wanting him to love me like he used to do. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The fights became more and more harsh. We shout at each other, blame one another and even saying words that is full of hatred, jealousy, and anger. I accepted the fact that his trust in me is no longer there, because of what I did before. He could no longer see me as that perfect person by his side. &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S70XN0oGahI/AAAAAAAAAiU/aoqo90LNipU/s1600-h/Img00003%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="your unlike any other..." border="0" alt="your unlike any other..." align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S70XO8WrPaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/PNDnJYe_bdg/Img00003_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="147" height="176"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know he doesn't need me anymore. Days after the breakage, I could only hope at his return by my side. I only hoped for that brink of change, I wanted to see his old self. I wanted him to visit our house like he used to and tell me how he feels. But nothing changed, It was only silence. We communicated through instant messengers and he tells me that he wanted me to come back by his side. I could only hope that he would try a bit harder, but all I received was a 1 kb text saying to come back. Nothing changed. In the end, all it gave me was a mere heart crushing momentum. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-4355217629130163675?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4355217629130163675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=4355217629130163675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4355217629130163675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4355217629130163675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/silent-reverie-part-1.html' title='Silent reverie {part 1}'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S70XLAnGEiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/4hpI3LfvPvA/s72-c/1_196443868l%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1536896821391519264</id><published>2010-03-31T08:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:27:23.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me away….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 335px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:4c065239-21df-4120-bb15-dd5c8c06c50b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S7KWtL1oJOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3MVQrrVDjIc/Img00006%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="335" height="295" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so empty….now ;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1536896821391519264?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1536896821391519264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1536896821391519264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1536896821391519264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1536896821391519264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-me-away.html' title='Take me away….'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S7KWtL1oJOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3MVQrrVDjIc/s72-c/Img00006%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-2152290846797840784</id><published>2010-03-31T07:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:41:19.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tutorial'/><title type='text'>Smart Unlimited Texting and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 281px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:546c3b91-8d67-473d-9422-a6127d420200" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S7KLczTqZCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OyvdfJRVjyU/vlcsnap-2010-03-25-01h33m10s112-8x6.png?imgmax=800" title="SO PISSED!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S7KLe_zGgHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hZa0Jfd9D20/vlcsnap-2010-03-25-01h33m10s112%5B34%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="277" height="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I had this huge problem with this Lady at a sari-sari store. I asked her for unlimited texting for 20 pesos and gave her a 100. Then I immediately fled the scene. When I Arrived home, dad was asking me for the change. I immediately rushed out and went back to the sari-sari store. She then answered me in a confused face “&lt;em&gt;But you said it was a hundred&lt;/em&gt;”. I went back home disappointed and fucking pissed. I have checked the smart website but their guides are no good at all, good thing there’s this post at this &lt;a href="http://www.jeffric.com/2009/05/28/smart-promos/#newcomment" target="_blank"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. I then formatted and arrange some parts and transferred it here for safekeeping and future references.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;UNLIMITED CALL&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the Smart’s Ultimate Unlimited Call! This Promo is available for Smart Prepaid Subscribers (Buddy) and Smart Gold Subscribers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Register (Smart Buddy) ?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To register for 5 days worth Php 100.00  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Text &lt;strong&gt;TALK100&lt;/strong&gt; and Send to &lt;strong&gt;6400&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;To register for 30 days worth Php 500.00  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Text &lt;strong&gt;TALK500&lt;/strong&gt; and Send to &lt;strong&gt;6400&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;To CALL just dial *6400 + 11 digit smart number. Ex. *64000919xxxxxxx  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Php 1.00 airtime balance must be maintained. Applicable to Smart to Smart call only. Unlimited calls can be made anytime of the day. Not applicable to roaming or international calls. You can also load Smart Talk directly from retail outlets. For more information visit &lt;a href="http://smart.com.ph"&gt;smart.com.ph&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;Smart Gold Subscribers&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;You can buy SMARTALK LOAD 100 or 500 from different smart load outlets.  &lt;li&gt;Plan 800 and above may register by sending &lt;strong&gt;TALK500&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;6400&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Your registration will automatically renew for 90 days. To unsubscribe, text NO and send to 6400  &lt;li&gt;For more information &lt;a href="http://http://smart.com.ph/gold/support/SMARTalkFAQs.htm"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;ins&gt;&lt;ins&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/ins&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMART TALK PLUS 100 (5 days unlimited)&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;19 hours &lt;/strong&gt;of unlimited calls &amp;amp; texts from &lt;strong&gt;10pm to 5pm&lt;/strong&gt; the next day  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Register&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Text&lt;strong&gt; PLUS100 &lt;/strong&gt;to&lt;strong&gt; 6401&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Call:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Just dial&lt;strong&gt; *6401 + 11 digit smart number. &lt;/strong&gt;Ex. *64000919xxxxxxx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Promo is open to Smart Buddy subscribers nationwide.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unlimited calls and texts&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ONLY BE USED FROM 10PM to 5PM&lt;/strong&gt;. Calls and texts made between 5:01PM to 9:59PM while enrolled in SMARTalk will be charged with the following rates: 2.50/minute and P0.20/text.  &lt;li&gt;Subscriber must have the minimum balance (P100) in order to register to SMARTalk Plus.  &lt;li&gt;Unlimited calls and texts only apply to local Smart-Smart/Smart-TNT transactions.  &lt;li&gt;P2.50/minute and P0.20/text rates only apply to local Smart-Smart/Smart-TNT transactions.  &lt;li&gt;Any roaming, international and transactions made to other networks will be charged with regular rates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMART CALL ALL NIGHT FOR 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;From 11pm to 6am  &lt;li&gt;Text &lt;strong&gt;NYT15&lt;/strong&gt; TO&lt;strong&gt; 8566&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;li&gt;To call dial *8566 + 11 digit smart number. Ex. *85660919xxxxxxx  &lt;li&gt;Calls are cut every 5 min.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;UNLIMITED TEXTING&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMARTEXT PLUS 60 (unlimited text with 20 min. call for 5 days)&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Enjoy &lt;strong&gt;unli text plus 20 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; consumable calls to smart/tnt for 5 days  &lt;li&gt;To register:&amp;nbsp; send &lt;strong&gt;TXT60&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;6402&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;li&gt;To call:&amp;nbsp; dial &lt;strong&gt;*6402 + 11 digit mobile no&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h6&gt;How to register to Smart Unlimited text P30 for 2 Days:&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Send&lt;strong&gt; 30 to 258&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to register to Smart Unlimited Text P60 for 5 days:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Send &lt;strong&gt;60 to 258&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMART ALL TEXT MMS 20&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;To register: Text &lt;strong&gt;ATM20&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;2827&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;li&gt;110 text/mms to smart/talk n text and 10 text to other networks  &lt;li&gt;Also available ATM30 for 180 text/mms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h4&gt;TEXT AND CALL COMBO &lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;FOR 25  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Text and MMS all day and Call all Night  &lt;li&gt;100 text/mms to Smart/TNT and 10 text to other networks PLUS unlimited call from 11pm to 6am  &lt;li&gt;To register: text C25 send to 2827  &lt;li&gt;To call: dial *8654 + 11 digit mobile number. Ex. *86540919xxxxxxx  &lt;li&gt;Calls are cut every 5 min.  &lt;li&gt;MMS must not exceed 100kb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;h4&gt;MOBILE INTERNET PLANS&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Budget Surf 50 for 5 hours and All Day Surf 100 for 12 hours  &lt;li&gt;To subscribe visit: &lt;a href="http://m.smart.com.ph/dataplan"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wap.smart.com.ph/dataplan"&gt;wap.smart.com.ph/dataplan&lt;/a&gt; using your phone.  &lt;li&gt;To register to Budget Surf: Text &lt;strong&gt;INET BUD&lt;/strong&gt; send to 211  &lt;li&gt;To register to All Day Surf: Text &lt;strong&gt;INET DAY&lt;/strong&gt; send to 211  &lt;li&gt;One piso charge per SMS sent  &lt;li&gt;To check account status: Text &lt;strong&gt;INET STATUS&lt;/strong&gt; send to 211  &lt;li&gt;Regular charge for browsing is Php 10.00/30 min.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h4&gt;OTHER SMART PROMOS:&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h6&gt;Smart Piso per Minute Call (FLEXI RATE)&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;p&gt;You only need P20 for calls up to 20 mins.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;To register text &lt;strong&gt;FLEXI&lt;/strong&gt; send to &lt;strong&gt;880 (one time free registration)&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Dial &lt;strong&gt;*88&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;cel#&lt;/strong&gt; your calling  &lt;li&gt;Example: *880919XXXXXXX&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h6&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to “Pasa” All Text 20 to your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Just text &amp;lt;11 digit cell number [space] AT20 and send to 808  &lt;li&gt;Example: 0918xxxxxxx AT20&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h6&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart Flatrate Call:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Call up to 3 mins. for P10 and 5 mins. for P15&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Dial *883 + Mobile No.  &lt;li&gt;Example: *88309191234567&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-2152290846797840784?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2152290846797840784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=2152290846797840784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2152290846797840784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2152290846797840784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/smart-unlimited-texting-and-more.html' title='Smart Unlimited Texting and More'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S7KLe_zGgHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hZa0Jfd9D20/s72-c/vlcsnap-2010-03-25-01h33m10s112%5B34%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-5762253701797537603</id><published>2010-03-28T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:14:11.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Loosing Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S64uqzSiH2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/-zHSpn0aPB8/s1600-h/Kagamine_Len___Hatsune_Miku_by_Miikurin%5B13%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Kagamine_Len___Hatsune_Miku_by_Miikurin" border="0" alt="Kagamine_Len___Hatsune_Miku_by_Miikurin" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S64uytlJnCI/AAAAAAAAAh0/bmKG6yROCB0/Kagamine_Len___Hatsune_Miku_by_Miikurin_thumb%5B11%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="357" height="426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But he’s hopeful that we could work this out. Grief stricken, I could only nod at his reply. There are numerous instances that I should trust my consciousness but I just can’t take it anymore. My heart, skips a beat. Can I put it back like? Can I heal it? Should I…or should i not?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-5762253701797537603?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5762253701797537603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=5762253701797537603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5762253701797537603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5762253701797537603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/loosing-control.html' title='Loosing Control'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S64uytlJnCI/AAAAAAAAAh0/bmKG6yROCB0/s72-c/Kagamine_Len___Hatsune_Miku_by_Miikurin_thumb%5B11%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-7943509093913214072</id><published>2010-03-28T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:05:22.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>To My Dearly Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Klintt Bernas" border="0" alt="Klintt Bernas" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S64sv0Q4p6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Npv1V0sUoGU/Img00003%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="260"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dearly Beloved,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To whom I have fallen in love for 2 years and on. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wish you all the happiness in the world for I have stricken you sadness. I wish you all the love in the world to which I have only showed you hatred. I wish you the best moment of you life to which I have never been in it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dearly Beloved,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To whom I have fallen in love for 2 years and on. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m missing your presence so much that it reminds me of the days you used to come by in this 4 cornered solitary room with a fool like me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your raven hair that I wanted to touch. Your soft cheeks that I wanted to caress. You soft lips that I wanted to kiss. And your warm strong hands that I wanted to hold on for the rest of my life. Your broad shoulders that I wanted to massage. You innocent face that I wanted to poke and make fun of. But best of all, your unconditional love you have shown to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dearly Beloved,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To whom I have fallen in love for 2 years and on. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If only I could be the reason for your smile and If only I could make you the happiest person in the world. But I only left you with emptiness and regret. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dearly Beloved,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To whom I have fallen in love for 2 years and on. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It felt like yesterday when I met you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dearly Beloved,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To whom I have fallen in love for 2 years and on. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m slowly…….making you hate me. I’m sorry. I’m so…Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-7943509093913214072?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7943509093913214072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=7943509093913214072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7943509093913214072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7943509093913214072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-my-dearly-beloved.html' title='To My Dearly Beloved'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S64sv0Q4p6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Npv1V0sUoGU/s72-c/Img00003%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-361632513639405070</id><published>2010-02-19T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:16:32.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIES LIES LIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="truth be told" border="0" alt="truth be told" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S36PLQobj9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/ydLUMM6ioZQ/vlcsnap-2009-12-10-01h31m09s180%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="364" height="214"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Men I’ve encountered often compliment me because of my beauty. It makes me happy and makes me proud of myself. I’ve always thought all of them are sincere, but truth be told that most of them hides another meaning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The worst part of my love torn life is being a bridge. I still remember when my boyfriend and I were still friends during our high school days. He asked me of any girl connections from my yahoo messenger list. I told him the truth that I don't have such connections because my yahoo messenger if filled with boys and so he replied with a sad smiley.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I thought only a few men do that but then as my life progresses and now I’m in college, 3 men asked the same and even complimenting me before asking such.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Is this another dirty tactic men do these days? I’ve always hated the fact that some men can drive women crazy to the point of making women insecure with what they have. We hate being bridges, and we hate being complimented with lies only to be used in the end! It’s like tearing us a part! You dont know how it’s like to be us!&amp;nbsp; You dont even know what weve been through! Then you complain why women can be crazy!&amp;nbsp; Arent men the same?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-361632513639405070?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/361632513639405070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=361632513639405070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/361632513639405070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/361632513639405070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2010/02/lies-lies-lies.html' title='LIES LIES LIES'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/S36PLQobj9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/ydLUMM6ioZQ/s72-c/vlcsnap-2009-12-10-01h31m09s180%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3713574494821054296</id><published>2009-12-08T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:35:03.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicidal Notes'/><title type='text'>I want to leave  this house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 382px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:9ad29a8c-f59a-435f-b60a-0fa229378298" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/Sx4Bpc7hReI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QmpQhB1Bt1k/12052009%28012%29%5B20%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="382" height="349" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really hate this house of ours. I have never felt home even if i tried and attempted for so many times to think that there is a bit of happiness that I can feel even if nobody would care. I thought I could endure it a bit longer but I really am on my limit. Sometimes I would love to go berserk if I would have a chance and part of it I blame on God for giving me misfortunes as I grow up. Do I really deserve this misfortune luck that was bestowed to us?Am I born to be beaten to death, to be misunderstood, to be claimed to be the daughter of another family or to grow up just like them? Would I die empty handed, or live in the poor suburbs when I grow up? The anxiety of the future just kept me hanging on a red thread that would be cut off anytime. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I still cant imagine escaping, I know some people are fortunate to survive but as a misfortune girl like me, I would probably not survive even for a day. I wonder what we did wrong that our family was cursed like this. As If I never had a chance to leave peacefully. I cry alone in the corners of the house and I wonder when is the next set of misfortunate events would follow and rip me off again. I swear it’s following me everywhere, as if it laughs whenever I'm in pain—summing up the backload of my problems and multiplies it a hundred fold until I break again. I could feel my heart painfully stops and my lungs stops breathing during times like these. My councilor told me that I should not keep it for too long but there is no one whom I could trust, someone who understands me, someone who comforts me during these times. I could only search for my shadow who kept on hiding behind me. I wonder if she listens. I really hope she would.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3713574494821054296?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3713574494821054296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3713574494821054296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3713574494821054296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3713574494821054296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-leave-this-house.html' title='I want to leave  this house'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/Sx4Bpc7hReI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QmpQhB1Bt1k/s72-c/12052009%28012%29%5B20%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-9176697495038754586</id><published>2009-11-30T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:04:44.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>2nd Package has arrived &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:70eb0a72-9f89-44ab-a8d7-42631bd121c3" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SxPdy3-ovHI/AAAAAAAAAgM/v8354mFjUgk/11302009%28024%29%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="250" height="229" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So my parents bought a new fridge because seriously..our cute 1/2 sized fridge is clearly not good enough to hold food.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In tha past couple of years most of our meat stock rots due to inadequate space inside the fridge and because of that, our pockets suffered a lot. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finally, and I mean FINALLY..! My parents decided to buy a new fridge :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="My lil sister~!" border="0" alt="My lil sister~!" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SxPdz0pLhTI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/98Wd8DU1q9U/11302009%28019%29%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="152" height="196"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;See the size comparison~ It’s quite spacious. We cant put some items yet..because the chemicals inside the cooker needs to be stabilized for 3 hours (know what i mean? ^_^;) Anyway, It’s stainless coated and Samsung’s the brand.&amp;nbsp; I can’t wait for it to operate ^_^&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The package :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SxPd2sKosRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Y0yyS9g4OQg/s1600-h/11302009%28017%29%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="clickie for a big piccie!" border="0" alt="clickie for a big piccie!" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SxPd3f3e84I/AAAAAAAAAgY/q_zTEp1NqW0/11302009%28017%29_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="111" height="141"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SxPd5T5zlJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/UB-gihe0ByE/s1600-h/11302009%28018%29%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Big box of whoah!" border="0" alt="Big box of whoah!" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SxPd515WTYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xnkiGfxzfck/11302009%28018%29_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="111" height="141"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-9176697495038754586?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/9176697495038754586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=9176697495038754586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/9176697495038754586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/9176697495038754586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/11/2nd-package-has-arrived.html' title='2nd Package has arrived &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SxPdy3-ovHI/AAAAAAAAAgM/v8354mFjUgk/s72-c/11302009%28024%29%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-7093959172527914449</id><published>2009-11-30T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:32:57.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matsuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Oh my GoD!! This is Me?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:08ddaeec-5124-4c02-8e70-c823e958100d" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SxPXmECt8WI/AAAAAAAAAgI/mIUS4Et0Lvc/11292009%28009%29%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="258" height="237" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I went to Norie’s debut yesterday, It’s my first time attending such an event that I pleaded my parents to buy me some clothes and pay for the expenses. They agreed alright. But for one condition..to watch New Moon with my mom. ^_^;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Norie’s b-day was a blast! She’s certainly the retro dance queen of our school. Akim, Rishie, and Jessie were also there. And we were so crazy thinking for a very very good speech just for her. The food was certainly delicious, and their family is so tight. I wish my family would be the same ^_^; And did I mention we spent half of the time camwhoring inside the comfort rooms? It was fun :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We got these cute peace necklaces for a souvenier, and some irreplaceable memories to top it off. The only thing that ticks me off was my mom! We got into a really huge fight after the debut. She ruined my day alright .T.T But she cant stop me from posting this right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-7093959172527914449?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7093959172527914449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=7093959172527914449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7093959172527914449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7093959172527914449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-god-this-is-me.html' title='Oh my GoD!! This is Me?!'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SxPXmECt8WI/AAAAAAAAAgI/mIUS4Et0Lvc/s72-c/11292009%28009%29%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-2163874704912170426</id><published>2009-10-19T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:26:50.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>SeMestral Break Lovin’</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:ed55f963-a378-4b92-a766-0bdbba0366b4" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/StxicAU0llI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VqqrmimwGYg/Ito_Noizi_-_Other_Works_069%5B14%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="262" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the time for me to sit back and relax to enjoy my 2-week vacation from school! Hello FREEDOM!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My problem now lies on how should i spend this awesome God-given vacation without worrying much on my studies. Bet, I cant do that. But I’ve been thinking of taking some extra classes or continue in my pursuit of web designing. Better yet, stick with dating and being lazy at home. The stress is building up alright. What a headache. ^_^;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-2163874704912170426?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2163874704912170426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=2163874704912170426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2163874704912170426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2163874704912170426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/10/semestral-break-lovin.html' title='SeMestral Break Lovin’'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/StxicAU0llI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VqqrmimwGYg/s72-c/Ito_Noizi_-_Other_Works_069%5B14%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-8173451794698948787</id><published>2009-10-19T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:54:56.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Final day @ college –Ruva Cave Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="semestral break fun~!" border="0" alt="semestral break fun~!" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/StvG7lp50-I/AAAAAAAAAds/ML72mDvxJ2k/e75bff4f3e5d49fe14e34f5167fcf7b2%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="253" height="290"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My last day for the first semester of my college life phase finally ended. To celebrate the occasion my boyfriend decided to take me with him for a dip of the blue pools at Ruva Cave. His friends tag along and we totally had fun swimming and doing foolishness at the site. The most remarkable thing is that, the caves were not natural at all, they were artificially cemented, and the whole place was hard to navigate because of the artificial caves, really gets in the way. Wherein some of our friends really bumped their head on the walls and carvings alright. Ouch, that definitely hurts!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-8173451794698948787?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8173451794698948787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=8173451794698948787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8173451794698948787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8173451794698948787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/10/final-day-college-ruva-cave-swimming.html' title='Final day @ college –Ruva Cave Swimming'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/StvG7lp50-I/AAAAAAAAAds/ML72mDvxJ2k/s72-c/e75bff4f3e5d49fe14e34f5167fcf7b2%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-9070022180034525537</id><published>2009-10-19T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:53:28.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Another Day with my beloved Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="spoiled much..yes?" border="0" alt="spoiled much..yes?" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/Stu4drybnHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9XDSDcmyWUs/1a0d699d03791c1c526c1f1df8c9623f%5B62%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" height="310"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;So my dad promised me to buy some cute blouses for me to be stunning this upcoming second semester. On top of that, my boyfriend wants to go too, but he was too busy with his affairs. So the trip ended up with me and my dad. We went to the nearest Taiwanese boutique my dad could find and pluck out some blouses, jeans, and a skirt. I was so nervous picking out some blouses, because it was my very first time to be choosing in a boutique with a saleslady right beside me and keeps on tagging along while i browsed back and forth on the shop. I ended up buying 4 blouses, 1 black jeans, and a skirt. What i find it weird about the shop is that, fitting is not allowed! After buying all those stuff, I regret that the black skinny jeans I bought did not fit at all. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Things I regret and shall reflect upon&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Take advantage of surplus (buy 1 take 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Always know your size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Always ask daddy for advice before checking out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Check out the nearest store to find better blouses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;But I was indeed happy. It was my first time in a fashion shopping spree. I hope I could do this with my dad again. He’s my number 1 dad &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-9070022180034525537?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/9070022180034525537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=9070022180034525537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/9070022180034525537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/9070022180034525537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day-with-my-beloved-dad.html' title='Another Day with my beloved Dad'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/Stu4drybnHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9XDSDcmyWUs/s72-c/1a0d699d03791c1c526c1f1df8c9623f%5B62%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1816519729649551574</id><published>2009-09-28T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:38:54.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The Radio Just Wont Stop Bugging ME :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 15px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2ef8d6b59a9cc825f1040cdab3fdae82" border="0" alt="2ef8d6b59a9cc825f1040cdab3fdae82" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SsCCXckpZwI/AAAAAAAAAdk/fG8sBPgt4To/2ef8d6b59a9cc825f1040cdab3fdae82%5B22%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="320"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hello there! This is you lovely V-DJ Abby bringing you the top songs in no particular order. Now you can be a multi-music genre listener if you just have the heart to go out and try listening to different bands/singer all over the internet!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what made me do this anyway?&lt;/strong&gt; Well, here in the Philippines the radio is totally old school when it comes to bringing the beats to the masses. I mean, listening to “Nobody” a hundred of times in a week is quite a whack in the ear! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not only that, we filipinos tend to stick around with 1 band, that's why filipino music is so guitar strung and lack the sense of creativity and originality. Well, that’s just an observation though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, this list of songs here were picked by me by listening to random online radios. Especially AOL radio. Only a few people knows about taking advantage of free stuff in the internet. Well, that’s quite a let-down. So enjoy searching for the songs in the list.!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;doesnt mean anything - alicia keys&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;summer girl – stereos&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;two is better than one - boys like girls&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;body language - jesse mcCartney&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;now im that chick - livvi franc&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;shake my - three 6 mafia&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;dollhouse - priscilla renea&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;happy - leona lewis&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;how you live me now - hey monday&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;until i met you – sunstreak&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;face drop - sean kingston&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;evacuate the dance floor – cascada&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;send it on - miley cyrus&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;say so - my favorite highway&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;summer girl – stereos&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;midnight romeo- push play&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;i look so good (without you) - Jessie james&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;funhouse – pink&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;firefles - owl city&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;one time - justin bieber&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;sos - jordin sparks&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;here we go again&amp;nbsp; - demi lovato&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;say so - my favorite highway&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;sideline - marina chello&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;down feat lil wayne - jay sean&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;watcha say -jason dervlo&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;smile - uncle kracker&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;into your arms - the maine&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;wait for me - theory of a deadman&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;sweet dreams – beyonce&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;use somebody - kings of leon&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;heaven can wait - we the kings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1816519729649551574?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1816519729649551574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1816519729649551574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1816519729649551574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1816519729649551574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/09/radio-just-wont-stop-bugging-me-d.html' title='The Radio Just Wont Stop Bugging ME :D'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SsCCXckpZwI/AAAAAAAAAdk/fG8sBPgt4To/s72-c/2ef8d6b59a9cc825f1040cdab3fdae82%5B22%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3176444630901520170</id><published>2009-09-14T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:33:29.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>C programming Output : Separate Odd/Even numbers</title><content type='html'>How many do you want to input : 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter number: 3&lt;br /&gt;Enter number: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odd&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; even&lt;br /&gt;3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#include&lt;stdio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#include&lt;stdlib.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#include&lt;conio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; char e1 = '-', e2 = '-', e3 = '-', e4 = '-', e5 = '-';&lt;br /&gt; char e6 = '-', e7 = '-', e8 = '-', e9 = '-', e10 = '-';&lt;br /&gt; char o1 = '-', o2 = '-', o3 = '-', o4 = '-', o5 = '-';&lt;br /&gt; char o6 = '-', o7 = '-', o8 = '-', o9 = '-', o10 = '-';&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void main ()&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt; int intnum = 1;&lt;br /&gt; int intval = 0;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; printf("Please enter 10 integers:\n\n");&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; while (intnum &lt;= 10) {  printf("Integer #%d\t: ", intnum);  scanf("%d", &amp;intval);  if ((intval % 2) == 0)  {   char op;   op = intval;   switch(intnum)   {   case 1: e1 = op; break;   case 2: e2 = op; break;   case 3: e3 = op; break;   case 4: e4 = op; break;   case 5: e5 = op; break;   case 6: e6 = op; break;   case 7: e7 = op; break;   case 8: e8 = op; break;   case 9: e9 = op; break;   case 10: e10 = op; break;   }  }  else  {   char op;   op = intval;   switch(intnum)   {   case 1: o1 = op; break;   case 2: o2 = op; break;   case 3: o3 = op; break;   case 4: o4 = op; break;   case 5: o5 = op; break;   case 6: o6 = op; break;   case 7: o7 = op; break;   case 8: o8 = op; break;   case 9: o9 = op; break;   case 10: o10 = op; break;   }  }  intnum += 1; } system("cls"); printf("\n%31s\t\t|%15s\n", "EVEN", "ODD"); printf("Integer #1\t: %13s\t\t|%15s\n", e1, o1); printf("Integer #2\t: %13s\t\t|%15s\n", e2, o2); printf("Integer #3\t: %13s\t\t|%15s\n", e3, o3); printf("Integer #4\t: %13s\t\t|%15s\n", e4, o4); printf("Integer #5\t: %13s\t\t|%15s\n", e5, o5); printf("Integer #6\t: %13s\t\t|%15s\n", e6, o6); printf("Integer #7\t: %13s\t\t|%15s\n", e7, o7); printf("Integer #8\t: %13s\t\t|%15s\n", e8, o8); printf("Integer #9\t: %13s\t\t|%15s\n", e9, o9); printf("Integer #10\t: %13s\t\t|%15s\n", e10, o10); getch(); system("cls"); printf("Program Terminated\n\n\n\n\n\n");}&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3176444630901520170?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3176444630901520170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3176444630901520170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3176444630901520170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3176444630901520170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/09/c-programming-output-separate-oddeven.html' title='C programming Output : Separate Odd/Even numbers'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-6810496219681590929</id><published>2009-09-14T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:02:39.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>C Programing Odd / Even Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Google Keyword: &lt;/b&gt;c code odd even numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Links: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daniweb.com/forums/thread4849.html#"&gt;http://www.daniweb.com/forums/thread4849.html#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cboard.cprogramming.com/faq-board/31212-faq-how-test-whether-integer-even-odd.html"&gt;http://cboard.cprogramming.com/faq-board/31212-faq-how-test-whether-integer-even-odd.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-6810496219681590929?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6810496219681590929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=6810496219681590929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6810496219681590929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6810496219681590929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/09/c-programing-odd-even-homework.html' title='C Programing Odd / Even Homework'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-5502673415074079532</id><published>2009-08-31T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:24:25.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>The Joy of being Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 5px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Stranded" border="0" alt="Stranded" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SptCAjsKN4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/qro3bVPeTO8/c17b9e1f8a5c9f95eaab8bd5afa6b231%5B22%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="210"&gt;In a split second, anything can happen. The worst&amp;nbsp; case scenario is just around the corner. When you don't feel anything and just claim it for an ordinary day, well fate is quite evil and tricky. I cant spill out further details on this matter, the pic however is a simple hint. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-5502673415074079532?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5502673415074079532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=5502673415074079532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5502673415074079532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5502673415074079532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/08/joy-of-being-alive.html' title='The Joy of being Alive'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SptCAjsKN4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/qro3bVPeTO8/s72-c/c17b9e1f8a5c9f95eaab8bd5afa6b231%5B22%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-2601300158670105813</id><published>2009-07-05T07:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:44:45.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>A twisted Adventure Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="151ef369584db7acc4cfbe82c19f2d0e" border="0" alt="151ef369584db7acc4cfbe82c19f2d0e" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/Sk_pbBk1qnI/AAAAAAAAAak/eJkGSlbhROo/151ef369584db7acc4cfbe82c19f2d0e%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="134" height="189"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The mini library in our house sure is getting crowded due to my stuff cluttering everywhere. While searching for my old notebook, I found trails of old tattered slim notes beneath a thin sheet of plastic cover. I opened it and found my “blog drafts” written on paper. My final H.S. days are written on each pages and i even drew some cute characters to match the feeling of writing something worthwhile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Then my boyfriend decided to do something, to meet up at Gtabs for a date before he goes back to his grannys house. I was slowly getting ready for it and got out of the house, when I arrived there, the time was almost 2:00 pm. Klintt got mad at me being so slow and decided that the trip will be canceled. It was sad and I mean it *cries*, I really thought i could make it on time if it weren't for the temptations that stopped me. From surfing the net till watching a bunch of anime episodes, I forgot to look at the time. Well, I saw him from a distance sitting on the bench sitting and gave off the “I HATE YOU” aura. So yeah, he was seriously pissed at me that he didn't even looked at me while we were riding a jeepney.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-2601300158670105813?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2601300158670105813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=2601300158670105813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2601300158670105813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2601300158670105813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/07/twisted-adventure-part-1.html' title='A twisted Adventure Part 1'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/Sk_pbBk1qnI/AAAAAAAAAak/eJkGSlbhROo/s72-c/151ef369584db7acc4cfbe82c19f2d0e%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-4844417119119018622</id><published>2009-05-08T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:36:05.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Seriously Disturbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="109header" border="0" alt="109header" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SgO9nQmqqDI/AAAAAAAAAac/9nueu-sSeqw/109header%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="164"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And when everything is messed up . It's good to die sometimes and be brought back to life again. ;_:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why do things have to end this way again, I seriously needed to reset my values before I explode or better yet eat something good to make me all forget. Damn! I hate fights but he really pissed me off that time and I was in such a great mood that time that I really wanted to go berserk. &lt;strike&gt;So much for missing sh*t.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-4844417119119018622?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4844417119119018622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=4844417119119018622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4844417119119018622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4844417119119018622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/05/seriously-disturbed.html' title='Seriously Disturbed'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SgO9nQmqqDI/AAAAAAAAAac/9nueu-sSeqw/s72-c/109header%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1238100412079646956</id><published>2009-05-04T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:57:46.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>I’m not lying</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="vlcsnap-440099" border="0" alt="vlcsnap-440099" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/Sf7mQfW26JI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Hy-PVBS4tKY/vlcsnap-440099%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139"&gt; Yet it hurts to pretend that i don’t miss him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Communication~ how pathetic that even i don’t own a cellphone, I mean come on! 1 php per text is like a bread a day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1238100412079646956?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1238100412079646956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1238100412079646956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1238100412079646956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1238100412079646956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-lying.html' title='I’m not lying'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/Sf7mQfW26JI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Hy-PVBS4tKY/s72-c/vlcsnap-440099%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-2788870341138729028</id><published>2009-05-04T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:46:33.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Past … Present ….Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="vlcsnap-186858" border="0" alt="vlcsnap-186858" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/Sf7jIY0RM2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EqwipD5jO18/vlcsnap-186858%5B16%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="135"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever felt like opening something from your past that you can’t keep in line with your present but then you tend to be drawn into it that sometimes it just feels great to reminiscence. Myx daily top 10 opms really hit the spot. Oh shoot, I can still remember shooting stars and candle lights and first love? Ha,&amp;nbsp; he grew to be such a good player! Still, he managed to move on,, lucky twit!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-2788870341138729028?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2788870341138729028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=2788870341138729028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2788870341138729028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2788870341138729028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/05/past-present-past.html' title='Past … Present ….Past'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/Sf7jIY0RM2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EqwipD5jO18/s72-c/vlcsnap-186858%5B16%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-4602206163726938261</id><published>2009-04-08T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:59:09.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicidal Notes'/><title type='text'>Yesterday really was a headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Toradora! - 22 - Large 20" border="0" alt="Toradora! - 22 - Large 20" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SduUbGKfoNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/07gNaG0UuRk/Toradora%21%20-%2022%20-%20Large%2020%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="133"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My hubby, my parents are all crumbling down on me, And everything just went mindf*cked. I seriously need to shut up and &lt;strike&gt;kill my emotions before I break down&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;get a life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-4602206163726938261?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4602206163726938261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=4602206163726938261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4602206163726938261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4602206163726938261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-really-was-headache.html' title='Yesterday really was a headache'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SduUbGKfoNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/07gNaG0UuRk/s72-c/Toradora%21%20-%2022%20-%20Large%2020%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-4641643381423066285</id><published>2009-04-08T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:17:13.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>When first love ends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="2e5c134f77838aa713268c81ca5d0353" alt="2e5c134f77838aa713268c81ca5d0353" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SduJ6tpaesI/AAAAAAAAAZc/lC_7dTBIQhw/2e5c134f77838aa713268c81ca5d0353%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="260" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really do have this fleeting feeling of distance between us. Recently, I can still recall the old things we enjoyed doing before like holding hands, staring at each others eyes or even teasing. But now, we felt like strangers, I couldn’t even open a good topic at our conversation. So I just stared at him, but he never even responded like a smile unlike before. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That afternoon, when he asked me when’s the date today. I responded “7” but he paused and had a look of doubt. He asked a girl behind him when – she responded the same, that's where he believed on what she said and wrote down the number on his paper. I was crushed. But I still pretended that I’m ok. Sure some would say it’s no big deal and I’m fine with that idea. But it still hurts. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then I tried opening a topic from the past and reminiscence the time when we were still new couples, I even told him the things we used to do before. He quickly grabbed my hand and told me -- “how about this?” – I should be happy of course, but at that time, I can feel his hands were cold. It even left a gap obvious enough to fill in my fingers reaching for his palm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Summer sure is hot, but it never reached to me. Going home, I was just sulking at the library and it felt pretty cold for a summer day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-4641643381423066285?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4641643381423066285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=4641643381423066285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4641643381423066285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4641643381423066285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-first-love-ends.html' title='When first love ends..'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SduJ6tpaesI/AAAAAAAAAZc/lC_7dTBIQhw/s72-c/2e5c134f77838aa713268c81ca5d0353%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-8199422747505213193</id><published>2009-04-03T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:16:57.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Me.myself.and.i ~♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ami-prepares-to-get-rejected" border="0" alt="ami-prepares-to-get-rejected" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SdYoaGB_ZsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/04Sn0uFbxHM/ami-prepares-to-get-rejected%5B24%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="136"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My life personally is not that busy, but it’s quite hectic due to my online life. It’s like dividing myself apart. I don’t usually have to do something good at our home, I’ll just relax and surf over this place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The only one that’s making my days busy is my boyfriend. Whenever some inspiration zooms on my head, he’s the only one who reminds me of relaxing. Whenever I plan to sleep late because of my passion for web designing, he always reminds me to sleep for my health to improve. I’m quite the sickly type..ha! Whenever I indulge myself to my foodly desires, he always scolds me and confiscates my gluttony. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m not good at dealing with my body, and when I get hooked at my pc, sometimes I forget to wear something after a shower. I don’t know if I can say this, it’s quite a taboo and I’m sure every web enthusiasts have experienced this kind of &lt;strong&gt;addiction&lt;/strong&gt;. I don’t know but the pc just keeps drawing near, and even when I wanted to clear up my mind (I’m sure my boyfriend tried to help me with this because he always invited me outside), I still want to go home and finish what I need to finish. When I can’t accomplish something for the day, I find myself awake in bed, trying hard to sleep by forcibly closing my eyes. it’s scaring me out. I’ll probably look like the 30’s if i keep this up. :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-8199422747505213193?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8199422747505213193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=8199422747505213193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8199422747505213193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8199422747505213193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/04/memyselfandi.html' title='Me.myself.and.i ~♥'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SdYoaGB_ZsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/04Sn0uFbxHM/s72-c/ami-prepares-to-get-rejected%5B24%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-5765038499530754893</id><published>2009-04-03T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:43:03.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Happy Monthsary~! + Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="Updates" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="110" alt="Updates" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SdUG8tZD23I/AAAAAAAAAW0/5-ulqgZBbf0/1089703gkuair7sdx%5B6%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="92" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s been a while since i have updated this place. First of all, check out the new layout. Original codes to doughnutcrazy, and was heavily edited by me. Heck the modifications are heavy all right. Hope people will enjoy navigating my blog, I still haven’t finished putting up everything including the navigation..oh crud.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="Love" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="140" alt="Love" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SdUG-MXDb0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/8mGAzT-Jtxo/th_ml87%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy monthsary to me and my hubby~ 1 year and 1 month alright and were still holding on. Oh no, it’s getting late..i need to sleep or else he will scold me :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-5765038499530754893?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5765038499530754893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=5765038499530754893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5765038499530754893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5765038499530754893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-monthsary-updates.html' title='Happy Monthsary~! + Updates'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SdUG8tZD23I/AAAAAAAAAW0/5-ulqgZBbf0/s72-c/1089703gkuair7sdx%5B6%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3031414081241262573</id><published>2009-01-18T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:13:09.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>Filipino Otaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="Picture 1" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="208" alt="Picture 1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXKCHkmmSKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XQjDykHmEiQ/Picture132.jpg?imgmax=800" width="270" align="right" border="0" /&gt; Of course I don’t want to leave empty handed after the event.&amp;#160; So Klintt and I decided to roam around to search for bargain dvds. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To my luck I bought 4 dvds for 20 php from the original price 70 php. I saved a lot huh? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s what I bought&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;To heart &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Naruto Shippuden &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Eye Shield &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Mai Z-Hime &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because my satisfaction wasn’t enough,&amp;#160; we went to E-mall and bought an aditional dvd, Shugakun no Shana (for a discounted&amp;#160; price at 60 php).My hubby warned me again of spending my money. Of course I listened. &lt;img title="hehe" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="11" alt="hehe" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXKCIEA5GLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZCOhVfPCXG0/hehe3.gif?imgmax=800" width="17" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I arrived home my dad was able to buy 3 anime DVDs.&lt;img title="woot" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="14" alt="woot" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXKCI9grqlI/AAAAAAAAAWA/WE8TAbj1J4o/woot3.gif?imgmax=800" width="21" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pani Poni Dash &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Chosashitsu &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Busou Renkin &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was so happy.&amp;#160; Otakus in the Philippines can’t afford much living so hell yeah we buy pirated dvds. It’s so common here. I wonder why the city allows such. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The dvds contains subbed episodes from online. Some dvds are of high quality while some were crappy. It depends on the brand producing such. Some even have the wrong cover and inside of dvds so before buying make sure to test it from the seller. If you are satisfied then it’s sold. Most of the sellers charge dvds for&amp;#160; 60 php and the maximum price for 70 php.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3031414081241262573?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3031414081241262573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3031414081241262573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3031414081241262573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3031414081241262573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/filipino-otaku.html' title='Filipino Otaku'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXKCHkmmSKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XQjDykHmEiQ/s72-c/Picture132.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-7123506556101458800</id><published>2009-01-18T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:15:58.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before Sinulog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;img title="CAT" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="245" alt="CAT" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXKBL3Z2ylI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tVwI4CI1rhU/matsuceb312.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;CAT leaders . Magellan’s Cross (behind)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The initial stage of the celebration was the day before the Sinulog festival. And it was just held recently. Our school was tasked to do something, to be the shield while the image of Senior Santo Nino.We were formed so early in the morning, well I arrived late with my hubby but it was just in time for us to depart on our destination.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Our mission:&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Guard the streets by not letting the devotees rushing in the streets while the procession is still ongoing to avoid serious injuries &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Grab unto the rope and endure the pressure of the crowds &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Remember the WHITE LINE!! WHITE LINE I SAY! (lol love this part) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Spank the St.Augustine’s over reactive behavior. (They were not the only ones suffering-- for their information) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Taking of picture while guarding the road is dangerous, trust me I wasn’t able to take a pic at the image of Sto. Nino because of the pushing crowd &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Smile in front of the camera. (Photo Journalists were in front of us. of course I can’t resist). &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="245" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXKBNACQ8hI/AAAAAAAAAVo/EKD07W3f1XU/Img0002921.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" align="left" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can only take pictures after the procession to be safe from pick pocketers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I even got news that one of my friends were victims of hold-up early in the morning &lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXG-BDHtKjI/AAAAAAAAAVg/djOdva47_1w/nyaa4.gif?imgmax=800" border="0" /&gt; .&amp;#160; I was even so conscious that I made my backpack strap in front of me so that I won’t be a victim of stealing. Though I am actually a victim at school almost everyday. &lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW877YvFapI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VFDCElTSQyk/006[5].gif?imgmax=800" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="City Hall" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="245" alt="City Hall" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXKBOLH5uaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ezjp5gkNpBk/matsuceb418.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" align="right" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well after roaming inside and out of the area I was stunned to see the Cebu City Hall renovated. In the past, it was so &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/studio5/110795718/" target="_blank"&gt;disgusting I could nearly puke&lt;/a&gt;. I’ve found flickr pictures on the day of the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mycebuphotoblog/2342720309/" target="_blank"&gt;renovation&lt;/a&gt;. To my surprise, even the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nheilcrisostomo/1938086131/" target="_blank"&gt;inner part&lt;/a&gt; of the building was renovated. They even added a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pacificislanders/3047226738/" target="_blank"&gt;fountain&lt;/a&gt; to add atraction.And did I mention that the broken windows were fixed too? The last time we saw the hall, It was crawling with cockroaches and etc.Even the broken windows were ignored. It was really disgusting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="balloons" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="260" alt="balloons" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXKBPLDWCSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bvx7sVJNfw8/matsuceb55.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Picture of the day. I was glad i was able to get this on camera. Devotees believe that flying a balloon with their wished on it will grant their wishes. This balloons here were unlucky enough to reach the sky. I don’t know if their wishes are granted. All I care about are the wasted balloons. I really wanted a red one. &lt;img title="" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="18" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXKBP_QY8mI/AAAAAAAAAV0/DFclMpB0Ct8/1044.gif?imgmax=800" width="35" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-7123506556101458800?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7123506556101458800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=7123506556101458800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7123506556101458800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7123506556101458800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-before-sinulog.html' title='The day before Sinulog'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXKBL3Z2ylI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tVwI4CI1rhU/s72-c/matsuceb312.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-2610724296871533934</id><published>2009-01-16T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:16:22.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>So near yet so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXG98tM9IYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/O1U_VTBe86s/s1600-h/f67648549c18533153f17d1d9bf20b6d16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="f67648549c18533153f17d1d9bf20b6d" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="212" alt="f67648549c18533153f17d1d9bf20b6d" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXG9_QLUDcI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UTBwxxJcFgs/f67648549c18533153f17d1d9bf20b6d_thu.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some of my classmates admired our &lt;u&gt;barkada&lt;/u&gt; since we really look energetic everyday. Not only that, we are composed with different personalities ranging from hidden smart geniuses to weird funny eccentric friends.&lt;img title="yay :D" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="16" alt="yay :D" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXG-AUOwSxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3yCANoSNqI8/apphappy013.gif?imgmax=800" width="16" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It would be nice if all of us would really get together, I mean we are close yet if you really would get into the bottom of the whole event, you would really notice that everyone acts on their own pace. I don’t know when this started, but even Kathleen noticed it.&lt;img title="*shroom*" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="18" alt="*shroom*" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXG-BDHtKjI/AAAAAAAAAVg/djOdva47_1w/nyaa4.gif?imgmax=800" width="36" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*sigh* so much for being close. I guess this is a challenge for us to go through. Right now at least I'm having fun with them by my side&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-2610724296871533934?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2610724296871533934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=2610724296871533934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2610724296871533934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2610724296871533934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='So near yet so far'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SXG9_QLUDcI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UTBwxxJcFgs/s72-c/f67648549c18533153f17d1d9bf20b6d_thu.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-453653425607015878</id><published>2009-01-15T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:58:58.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>E g o i s t</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW9A7BEdc5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/kU_kO11EZLs/s1600-h/16%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="16 years old . not ready for seniors prom" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="331" alt="16 years old . not ready for seniors prom" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW9A8nhhGgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jpOzzDl6ovg/16_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m quite anxious with the prom night. Shoot meeeeeee! It’s almost march and I still haven’t prepared. Some of my classmates have already secured their gowns. I felt left out while they were chatting about their glittering description on how lovely they looked while wearing the gown. Seriously, my 4th year life left me so self conscious . I’m not like this before. &lt;img title="noooooooooooooo" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="16" alt="noooooooooooooo" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW9A9UYLl4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/fZ88GKw7ZjA/ame5066%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="16" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is this what they called pressure? ..haha..physics &lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="16" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW9A-IJGE3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wDzeBHkfiU0/app-happy01%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="16" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-453653425607015878?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/453653425607015878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=453653425607015878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/453653425607015878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/453653425607015878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-g-o-i-s-t.html' title='E g o i s t'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW9A8nhhGgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jpOzzDl6ovg/s72-c/16_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-120204407500355244</id><published>2009-01-15T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:37:32.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>{2nd Persona}</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="peek..a ...booo" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="225" alt="peek..a ...booo" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW874U23GLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/or0_iE4hXNM/1b7246223eeeb0_full%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If there is something changed with the way I do things. &lt;strong&gt;It’s my ugly temper&lt;/strong&gt;. So much for that big shock, I just suck at hiding my true intention and I end up bursting like a bubble. Hooray for being sucky &lt;img title="ugh.." style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="15" alt="ugh.." src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW875kqvxcI/AAAAAAAAAVA/cPnkrgM3nFo/561%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="39" border="0" /&gt; . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;I just scold my hubby an hour ago. Ugh, now i can’t concentrate anymore&lt;img title="drop" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="18" alt="drop" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW876MQMEKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JvFqyl-Cgag/drop%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="18" border="0" /&gt;.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m torn between love of blogging and love of my life &lt;img title="oh-o" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="15" alt="oh-o" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW876yHhfhI/AAAAAAAAAU4/R3RkFsOpxUo/681%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="32" border="0" /&gt; . Invisible Romeo &lt;strong&gt;VS&lt;/strong&gt; the real one. Wait, the invisible won *hides in dark corner crying*&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;img title="T_T" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="18" alt="T_T" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW877YvFapI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VFDCElTSQyk/006%5B5%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="36" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-120204407500355244?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/120204407500355244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=120204407500355244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/120204407500355244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/120204407500355244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/2nd-persona.html' title='{2nd Persona}'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW874U23GLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/or0_iE4hXNM/s72-c/1b7246223eeeb0_full%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-7529087110248181793</id><published>2009-01-15T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:54:43.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>2 Days to go 3 things to do before that</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="kira" style="display: inline" height="15" alt="kira" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW8wa68yf7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-ycgDlIfnCE/27kira%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="15" /&gt; Sinulog is almost here. &lt;img title="kira" style="display: inline" height="15" alt="kira" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW8wa68yf7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/CVLcPLKtHnA/27kira%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok so I took a half-day at school today due to my awesome lazy me!Of course my secret would be…. I wasn’t the only one who did it. Love you my hubby &lt;img title="muu" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="18" alt="muu" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW8wbp3cBcI/AAAAAAAAAT8/or3kHC6aYDM/muu%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="36" border="0" /&gt;&amp;#160; ~! For being my half-day partner..hahaha.were skippers alright~!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;» What happened at school «&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:f5efff85-9048-4de5-b97e-fd385e2e7d52" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW8we8XDzoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xpqBD4rGkzQ/8ea2ea7cfc7198a53978409f14f04097-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Casting Doubts" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW8x2T3URGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3NwJ1aVuYXY/8ea2ea7cfc7198a53978409f14f04097%5B27%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="277" height="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh shoot. Was I being ignored?!. Prepared to be casted upon my evil revenge&amp;#160; &lt;img title="rawr" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="18" alt="rawr" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW8whjraKDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/uhc9fpFehE4/smiley1%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="36" border="0" /&gt; . Oh well, it was my &lt;strong&gt;beastest&lt;/strong&gt; friend who ignored me. Nice talking. Glad someone opened me about it. At least I have a bit of my doubts released. Our group has been torn apart. A friend told me we are so close yet separated. Funny yet quite true. Anyway, my hubby and I went home early today to prevent ignoration and more yamering from the &lt;em&gt;queen of dorks&lt;/em&gt;. Well since I have a bit of consciousness left in me. Let’s censor the name shall we? It’s just too messy today. So I’m gonna’ shut myself&amp;#160; now.&lt;img title="boo.." style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="15" alt="boo.." src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW8x232qkFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OsQAdNwapro/521%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="36" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;» Work to do for 3 days «&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:8c43d6a4-1016-4b1d-adf5-61a0dd3f7e27" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: right; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW8wjLne23I/AAAAAAAAAUM/h4YhiI9HAwU/Last_Slice_by_eltinidordediyablo-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="More work to do" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW8x5A7xlXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Nk6fpb8SivE/Last_Slice_by_eltinidordediyablo%5B33%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="273" height="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Tests&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; CAT formation and Computer training&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; Sinulog date &amp;lt;3&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-7529087110248181793?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7529087110248181793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=7529087110248181793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7529087110248181793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7529087110248181793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-days-to-go-3-things-to-do-before-that.html' title='2 Days to go 3 things to do before that'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW8wa68yf7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-ycgDlIfnCE/s72-c/27kira%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-7850569943572925166</id><published>2009-01-15T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:51:24.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Basilica del Santo Nino</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;img title="Basilica del Santo Nino" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="210" alt="Basilica del Santo Nino" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW6WYOz66II/AAAAAAAAATo/uokmjhYUCks/3179467894_42851fdd4a_b%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="1824585m5vy6k3xmf" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="12" alt="1824585m5vy6k3xmf" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW6WYrnivYI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZDIp59XpuAE/1824585m5vy6k3xmf%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="12" border="0" /&gt; A compulsory pilgrimage to Basilica del Santo Nino was held yesterday. All the 4th year students were required to join the mass because our school was sponsoring the event. The place was so crowded. I almost fainted by the huge crowds. I hate huge crowds. Seriously, I was almost lost while finding my way to the exit. I’m really glad Sir Edwin held find a way out of that commotion. &lt;img title="12-05" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="11" alt="12-05" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW6WZGNo9PI/AAAAAAAAATw/u6_a4YSBtsU/12-05%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-7850569943572925166?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7850569943572925166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=7850569943572925166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7850569943572925166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7850569943572925166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/basilica-del-santo-nino.html' title='Basilica del Santo Nino'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SW6WYOz66II/AAAAAAAAATo/uokmjhYUCks/s72-c/3179467894_42851fdd4a_b%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3207930103119415620</id><published>2009-01-13T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:58:49.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Featured Music: Vacancy by Kylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4AfF13Zqy4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4AfF13Zqy4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;Vacancy&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;Kylee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;No one wants to wake up to an empty home    &lt;br /&gt;No one ever wants to be alone     &lt;br /&gt;It's not so easy to let them go     &lt;br /&gt;The ones that you love     &lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone, who will make me smile?     &lt;br /&gt;Who will pick me up when I fall down?     &lt;br /&gt;Who will be there to tell me right from wrong?     &lt;br /&gt;I regret letting you go     &lt;br /&gt;I have this vacancy in my heart     &lt;br /&gt;There's just something that's always tearing me apart     &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I ever let you go     &lt;br /&gt;Now, there is no one to bear with me     &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wake up thinking it'll be okay     &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you promised me that, you'd come back some day     &lt;br /&gt;My heart is throbbing but I will wait     &lt;br /&gt;And I'll try... to stay strong     &lt;br /&gt;And I will always miss you     &lt;br /&gt;But I can't take it anymore     &lt;br /&gt;What if your that on they said     &lt;br /&gt;that passed away, oh no     &lt;br /&gt;I have this vacancy in my heart     &lt;br /&gt;There's just something that's always tearing me apart     &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I ever let you go     &lt;br /&gt;Now, there's no one to bear with me     &lt;br /&gt;And I miss you and love you and I will hold on     &lt;br /&gt;And I know there's a chance that you will come back, oh ooh     &lt;br /&gt;And I dream of the day that you'd come back home     &lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you know     &lt;br /&gt;I have this vacancy in my heart     &lt;br /&gt;There's just something that's always tearing me apart     &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I ever let you go     &lt;br /&gt;Now, there's no one to bear with me     &lt;br /&gt;I have this vacancy in my heart     &lt;br /&gt;There's just something that's always tearing me apart     &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I ever let you go     &lt;br /&gt;Now, there's no one to bear with me     &lt;br /&gt;Bear with me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;I can’t stop myself from hearing this song over and over again. This song was used in the first ED of the anime Xamd:Lost Memories. The anime and music is a must see :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3207930103119415620?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3207930103119415620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3207930103119415620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3207930103119415620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3207930103119415620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/featured-vacancy-by-kylee.html' title='Featured Music: Vacancy by Kylee'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-5020826828094715452</id><published>2009-01-13T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:42:56.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>A Student’s { I M A G I N A T I O N }</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="Wonderwall.." style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="Wonderwall.." src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWyU--Vni8I/AAAAAAAAATU/vKMDw6Cs9Ts/2464529%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Our teacher let us write our own version “3 days to see”&amp;#160; by Hellen Keller.&amp;#160; Well it was so sudden so I thought I'd make it simple and short. But it ended up a long composition that it almost turned into a novel. Ha! I can laugh at my work now, It’s like I was drawn into writing. &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWyZryxM0sI/AAAAAAAAATg/_45v7HNB4iw/s1600-h/lol%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img title="lol" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="14" alt="lol" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWyZtfM4OfI/AAAAAAAAATk/EB5a0kO4Y7k/lol_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="17" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway the story started when the day I was blind, God gave a miracle and I regretted so much in those 3 days. But the ending was so hanging. I lacked time, I forgot the last words that I was going to add in to make it tragic. Oh well. Glad it didn’t turned into&amp;#160; 2-paged fictional story. It made my fingers numb while I was rewriting every word on the paper.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Right now I’m torn up between two courses in life. Continuing my pursuit in IT or being a journalist. Well, let’s just pray that I can graduate happily. &lt;img title="app-bearing" style="display: inline" height="16" alt="app-bearing" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWyU_QxXYdI/AAAAAAAAATY/iSDisdgJMe8/app-bearing%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="16" /&gt;&amp;#160; (Let’s just hope I can still pass mathematics and the other subjects that decreased my mark this 3rd grading period.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinulog" target="_blank"&gt;Sinulog&lt;/a&gt; is almost here? Are you ready? &lt;img title="app-happy01" style="display: inline" height="16" alt="app-happy01" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWyVAhMLrBI/AAAAAAAAATc/UuFHud4p06k/app-happy01%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="16" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;But before that, Friday tests are coming and pilling up. Better get ready for that. &amp;gt;w&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-5020826828094715452?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5020826828094715452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=5020826828094715452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5020826828094715452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5020826828094715452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/students-i-m-g-i-n-t-i-o-n.html' title='A Student’s { I M A G I N A T I O N }'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWyU--Vni8I/AAAAAAAAATU/vKMDw6Cs9Ts/s72-c/2464529%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1204872251804829165</id><published>2009-01-11T09:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:44:25.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Recollection : 4-St.Rita</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="Happy! Happy~! Wait...what?" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="180" alt="Happy! Happy~! Wait...what?" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWlLQeybryI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jl5NGqlotLY/04ecbabc839b467a54a94ccf45872640%5B5%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;recollection (&lt;a href="http://definr.com/recollection"&gt;http://definr.com/recollection&lt;/a&gt;)       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; n 1: the ability to recall past occurrences [syn: &lt;a href="http://definr.com/remembrance"&gt;remembrance&lt;/a&gt;,       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://definr.com/anamnesis"&gt;anamnesis&lt;/a&gt;]       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 2: the process of remembering (especially the process of       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; recovering information by mental effort) [syn: &lt;a href="http://definr.com/recall"&gt;recall&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://definr.com/reminiscence"&gt;reminiscence&lt;/a&gt;]       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 3: something recalled to the mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWlLRcWXcMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/apl4WTNhwuM/s1600-h/51%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img title="51" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="40" alt="51" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWlLSYOUPOI/AAAAAAAAATA/dMOOjatSNiU/51_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recollection was a blast! Yesterday our class held it’s final recollection at the &lt;a href="http://talavera.usjr.edu.ph/" target="_blank"&gt;Talavera House of Prayer&lt;/a&gt;. Everything was going splendid except for the rules. Our adviser was so rule conscious that our barkadas avoided her. Sheesh, she probably noticed it ^_^;.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="61" style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px" height="40" alt="61" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWlLTwHzu6I/AAAAAAAAATE/l2_QV7uiAAA/61%5B10%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" /&gt; So much for that, I didn’t manage to take shots at the place since my mp4 was borrowed by my best friend Ingrid and because of my slight amnesia factor or &lt;strike&gt;probably I am a klutz&lt;/strike&gt;, I forgot to take it back. And when she gave it to my other friend Kim, she gave it to me with an empty battery. &lt;strike&gt;Oh shoooooot&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="111" style="display: inline" height="40" alt="111" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWlR3YzrZmI/AAAAAAAAATI/xKxS-t9DLFI/111%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" /&gt; Did I mention that I was so late in the morning?. Glad I was able to spot Carmel at Gaisano. My dad suggested that we will ride a taxi. So we did. But after arriving I was so away from my best friends. I was going to transfer my chair but as I said, our adviser was so rule conscious that she made me stay put. Which made me sooo pissed. Nanay and Chinee comforted me. Thank for the candy guys T_T . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;img title="121" style="display: inline" height="40" alt="121" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWlR4d7e60I/AAAAAAAAATM/d9rTLfLD_54/121%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" /&gt; Then at the&amp;#160; dormitory, our beds were near the aircon so we were so lucky. We had fun laughing, squishing at each other (poor Kathleen she was at the bottom). Kicks, friend fights and even bed to bed disturbing .Late at night we were fond at the view of the rooftop. We were sharing some wise jokes (you know, something to laugh at off after realizing your answer was wrong at a certain wise question). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="91" style="display: inline" height="40" alt="91" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWlR5BpsEJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/aC5Qhnn11Kg/91%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" /&gt; The food was so yummy! We had a stomach ache since we were also bringing junk foods with us. Recollection was like camping but the only thing is, everything is provided. So there was actually no need for us to bring excess stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pictures will be posted on the next entry :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1204872251804829165?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1204872251804829165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1204872251804829165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1204872251804829165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1204872251804829165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/recollection-4-strita.html' title='Recollection : 4-St.Rita'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SWlLQeybryI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jl5NGqlotLY/s72-c/04ecbabc839b467a54a94ccf45872640%5B5%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-6111020220898446148</id><published>2009-01-03T15:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:34:58.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>{ A DU L T S }</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SV8c7mgS_iI/AAAAAAAAASY/DXlepmG_ZMo/s1600-h/4778d4d16e9ef9c4f2c862a8e992a935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SV8c7mgS_iI/AAAAAAAAASY/DXlepmG_ZMo/s320/4778d4d16e9ef9c4f2c862a8e992a935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286976297830120994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my eyes . They behold everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably when I grow up, I would also leave my children and enjoy my own lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Be selfish and just tell my children just stay put and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then i`d buy things that I desire the most and won`t let them touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they are stupid. They were born from the fruits of love and just leave em` be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all. I could just enjoy my time with my material possessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I worked hard for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My children should work hard just to buy what they wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all, I think they have already understand what adult life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all, I don`t want my life be ruled by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hah!, I`m an adult. I can do whatever I want. And no one reprimands me for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I`m enjoying  right now. Even my children didn`t bother to talk their problems to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They probably learned to be independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how  great I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my eldest learned how to socialize in the night&lt;br /&gt;My middle child enjoys at her classmate`s house&lt;br /&gt;And my youngest plays all alone  with her computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a peaceful life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ones gonna bug me . Ever!&lt;br /&gt;Even my wife buys things of her own. And gives gifts to the neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn`t even bother giving some for our children because she only wants to hear praises from her fellow adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But who cares?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No ones gonna know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn`t it nice being praised by adults? Even I do my best. I became leader of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am well known. People praise me for that. I love this adult life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I should be busy spending my time with my material posession now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey baby. Did you got an upgrade recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me polish your lens. Glad this thing has a face detector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not even those brats can use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See? my laptop is quite clean. Well maintained. Unlike the pc`s of my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should hide this on the corner now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because it`s soo expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I`ll treasure it with all my  heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I still have a party to attend to. Better hurry of and enjoy my time with adults like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only they can understand me. My children are here to bore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I better hurry up and change. And spend the night eating and dancing and talking with my friends. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better leave my children to the maid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was a blast! it was better than staying home. Hmm, my children are still awake.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least the blame is not on me. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I got to save my money again for the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I should buy another upgrade for my laptop now.&lt;br /&gt;How I love spending my free time with my baby laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MAE-&lt;br /&gt;Still an unfinished piece. I'll get some ideas soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" alt="Mae" align="right" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-6111020220898446148?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6111020220898446148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=6111020220898446148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6111020220898446148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6111020220898446148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-my-eyes.html' title='{ A DU L T S }'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SV8c7mgS_iI/AAAAAAAAASY/DXlepmG_ZMo/s72-c/4778d4d16e9ef9c4f2c862a8e992a935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3899654384279038828</id><published>2009-01-01T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:45:23.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVwtDX6A_6I/AAAAAAAAASA/5ETyOFWN-eE/s1600-h/0aee323b021ac3c640cd200070700b80%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2009!" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="331" alt="2009!" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVwtFGDXPyI/AAAAAAAAASE/6hYQUq8Ug7E/0aee323b021ac3c640cd200070700b80_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy new year everyone!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So my birthday pass yesterday, so my brother kicked me before posting this post. I know right? He’s craziness still hasn’t cured due to his stupid philosophy that is out of this world. Anyway I don’t want to create another pissy post with him as my subject and now he’s zooming at my back..pretty weird huh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy new year everyone!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3899654384279038828?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3899654384279038828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3899654384279038828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3899654384279038828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3899654384279038828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVwtFGDXPyI/AAAAAAAAASE/6hYQUq8Ug7E/s72-c/0aee323b021ac3c640cd200070700b80_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-467759785124382894</id><published>2008-12-28T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:18:29.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web 2.0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Designs'/><title type='text'>Design : Friendster Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Like anyone else that started entering the web, I was a noob just like anybody and through harsh experiences I’ve had the motivation in starting web designing and of course with the support of my awesome dad I became better and better each day, till I was independent enough to reach the level of a code enthusiast and graphic designing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just had the motivation of showing you my Friendster profiles. Glad I found them lying on my Google page and with the help of the &lt;a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/firefox/addon/60" target="_blank"&gt;web developer plug-in for Firefox&lt;/a&gt;, I didn’t even had the hassle of loging-in (cuz it’s already built in).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h3&gt;Here we go ~!&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;div align="center"&gt;     &lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="2" width="458" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="252"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFQndHkCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nPDlMBcm6zo/s1600-h/topnoobycss%5B12%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="topnoobycss" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; border-right-width: 0px" height="145" alt="topnoobycss" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFSHP6C-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2ujg77s3wZs/topnoobycss_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="198"&gt;             &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p align="center"&gt;Behold! My nooby css skills!&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course noobs need to start from scratch and the basic of friendster layouts was the background.. lolz. True. it was the only thing I know :D&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="254"&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFVNPTmbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/D0N7FQ1-98A/s1600-h/topsoemo%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="topsoemo" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="132" alt="topsoemo" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFXYxmTRI/AAAAAAAAARA/Qgk2V1Vz5GI/topsoemo_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFd9TCN3I/AAAAAAAAARE/G2XYCFiHXwI/s1600-h/toprain%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="196"&gt;             &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahh finally! The css linker worked! I haven’t saved my overlay layout. Such a waste! It was better than this yet it was sooo laggy :p&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p align="center"&gt;I started learning overlay from markyctrigger’s site :)&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="256"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFd9TCN3I/AAAAAAAAARE/G2XYCFiHXwI/s1600-h/toprain%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="toprain" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="167" alt="toprain" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFgBxNleI/AAAAAAAAARI/HIGCMpryhzg/toprain_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFjs8M1aI/AAAAAAAAARM/82oz9Q7Zxx0/s1600-h/pink%20top%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" align="center" width="195"&gt;             &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahh, love. Well many things happened during third year days, oh well. :p&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p align="center"&gt;I loved how I did with the header, the picture blended beautifully, and if you got enough vitamin on your eyes, there's an umbrella hidden in the rain :D.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="257"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFjs8M1aI/AAAAAAAAARM/82oz9Q7Zxx0/s1600-h/pink%20top%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="pink top" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="132" alt="pink top" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFk8uT09I/AAAAAAAAARQ/oWeMvfSnGQM/pink%20top_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFnuKyAzI/AAAAAAAAARU/qKj1Yj2JZD0/s1600-h/toprockstar%5B12%5D.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="194"&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;A more advance layout! This time I studied some advance people who were soo good in coding! Edited some parts, but it ended up being soo messy ^_^;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="258"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFnuKyAzI/AAAAAAAAARU/qKj1Yj2JZD0/s1600-h/toprockstar%5B12%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="toprockstar" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="132" alt="toprockstar" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFpJjmjcI/AAAAAAAAARY/9VtuHEbPHBY/toprockstar_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFVNPTmbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/D0N7FQ1-98A/s1600-h/topsoemo%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="193"&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;Double headers were soo loved!               &lt;br /&gt;I love the rounded square corners and it can only work using firefox. Use firefox people!&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="259"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFtxTJDyI/AAAAAAAAARc/d3SfPaZXGU4/s1600-h/topyellow%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="topyellow" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="141" alt="topyellow" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFwPm1sJI/AAAAAAAAARk/S2umqsagYRw/topyellow_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFztTXvCI/AAAAAAAAARo/8V6CibmjTM0/s1600-h/bottomyellow%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="bottomyellow" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="141" alt="bottomyellow" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeF1A2XaXI/AAAAAAAAARs/jC02HD1T_w8/bottomyellow_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="192"&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;Of course, I got excited with footers! So I decided to study more layouts and got the desired effect. Changed the header to my fave voice synthesizer character &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Hatsune+Miku" target="_blank"&gt;Hatsune Miku&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="259"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeF4LvW_sI/AAAAAAAAARw/Wip_TsABeJE/s1600-h/topblue%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="topblue" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="143" alt="topblue" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeF6BcdV3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/UX3Wsjl_dgU/topblue_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeF8v0I5II/AAAAAAAAAR4/3XbELG77PsM/s1600-h/bottomblue%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="bottomblue" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="143" alt="bottomblue" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeF-GnX59I/AAAAAAAAAR8/uht7PhMvWno/bottomblue_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="192"&gt;Late christmas layout make-over! It was suppose to be an xmas theme, that’s why it’s still blue with splattery fireworks but I changed it to a journal style, that way, it represents my rainbow attitude..hahaha! Or probably it was too cute this way *confused*.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Soo noobs out there! Don’t get all that suicide behavior just because you are down. Here’s a tip, change your identity and move on when that happens. The world doesn’t revolve around them, so enjoy life ok?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Also aspiring designers, you can do it~! Just practice! Nobody’s perfect, but everyone has their own unique thing :D.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-467759785124382894?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/467759785124382894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=467759785124382894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/467759785124382894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/467759785124382894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/12/design-friendster-evolution.html' title='Design : Friendster Evolution'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVeFSHP6C-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2ujg77s3wZs/s72-c/topnoobycss_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-9160939592745956534</id><published>2008-12-25T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:56:59.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Vacation at our Aunt’s House</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="2947156914" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="135" alt="2947156914" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVMEiv7pMFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tHHxiMBx_O4/2947156914%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" align="left" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ll be gone (again) for 1 week. I’ll be staying at our Aunt’s house for the rest of my vacation that means I'm out of this pesky house and in with the haunted mansion &lt;img alt="omgwut?" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/2975/omgba9.gif" /&gt;. Ugh, I don’t know what to do anymore, this is too much &lt;img alt="&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6992/aiwebs033ia0.gif" /&gt;. I mean, I’ll be left alone at that place everyday and I’ll be locking my door again and again. God help me &lt;img alt="cry" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/7899/ccryca6.gif" /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-9160939592745956534?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/9160939592745956534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=9160939592745956534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/9160939592745956534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/9160939592745956534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/12/vacation-at-our-aunts-house.html' title='Vacation at our Aunt’s House'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVMEiv7pMFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tHHxiMBx_O4/s72-c/2947156914%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-4563894352220487179</id><published>2008-12-24T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:18:41.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Camping at Peniel EFC [Part 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="f369e9b5bda343a3c3dd6059525b6687" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin: 5px 10px 5px 5px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="297" alt="f369e9b5bda343a3c3dd6059525b6687" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVJSy3FVSuI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CaY86NxUMe4/f369e9b5bda343a3c3dd6059525b6687%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Overall, the camping at Peniel EFC was nice. Or at least I &lt;a href="http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/12/middle-child-syndrome-is-getting-into.html" target="_blank"&gt;thought it should be.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evaluation..evaluation!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;1.)Place&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The place had a bigger lot than our church and the cabins were kindergarten classrooms which were quite dusty. It had a playground which I’m fond of visiting. And a spacy church &lt;img alt="oops" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/9799/oopsvc1.gif" /&gt; .&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;2.)Air&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The smell of the place smells like our own church especially the backyard which, reeks. Honestly, the smell was swampy more like the ones you could smell in the province places but still tolerable.&lt;img alt="&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6992/aiwebs033ia0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;3.)Comfort Rooms&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sucks! Sucks! Who the heck would want to go to a cr with only 1 fluorescent lamp in the middle of 3 cr’s and have no locks on the doors?!. It was horrible..really. I was lucky enough to have showered early (3:00 a.m.) because 2 hours after, the water supply stopped.&lt;img alt="laugh" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/2615/claughfm2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;4.)Food&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Delicious~ But some of em’&amp;#160; or probably I’m just a picky person &lt;img alt="blush" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/5420/cblushku9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-4563894352220487179?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4563894352220487179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=4563894352220487179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4563894352220487179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4563894352220487179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/12/camping-at-peniel-efc-part-1.html' title='Camping at Peniel EFC [Part 1]'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVJSy3FVSuI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CaY86NxUMe4/s72-c/f369e9b5bda343a3c3dd6059525b6687%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-5613727630153075538</id><published>2008-12-24T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:27:34.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle child syndrome is getting into me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:89bbfc7b-78f7-4a91-b1c4-9a7d49a697ab" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; width: 335px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVHkWY7AE_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/yNW3NdAUlJo/7bd89cf26b8ab4d2850634c273ad1b4e-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Unfair . It's very unfair" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVHkZNhxqtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/C7i8lZ9kp0w/7bd89cf26b8ab4d2850634c273ad1b4e%5B16%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Family.. is thought to be the column in developing what a person thinks. But what if that child is the middle child. The eldest is abnormally functional, the youngest is fat and cares of nothing but the middle is just an ordinary human.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After camping at Peniel EFC. When my brother and I arrived home, he suddenly punched me and kick me which landed me on the glass table, then he kicked me again and my back pinning me to the glass shelf which injured me. He then spurted out random lies then my father tried to stop us. I debated at him and his response was pretty weak in terms of reasoning and the fuck our maid even defended him because of his “so called blue baby condition before” even without listening to the reason behind it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the end&amp;#160; I was cast out. THANK YOU LORD you gave me the brains, no one wanted to defend me because of that . What if I try to attempt suicide to live a better life instead or even pretend to be stupid just to get attention?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear family,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Sorry to be so reasonable at my defense and sorry that I can’t shout at a high tone and shriek like an abnormal person just to believe what I said. I’m sorry If I’m just an ordinary kid with not even a top rank brain to prove that and have many friends that cared for me and believed me more than all of you do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Thank you for condemning me to be utterly the bad guy and my defense was just useless because I’m not that special. Sorry I was not born under a blue baby condition or a fat cute kid to be admired. Just a normal person that wanted even a bit of happiness from the others. Just a normal girl that wanted to be heard out even for once. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Just an ordinary girl pretending to be mature in front of you just to get even 5% of admiration and 5% attention. Just an ordinary girl that can’t be perfected, admired, trusted , moreover be loved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-5613727630153075538?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5613727630153075538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=5613727630153075538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5613727630153075538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5613727630153075538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/12/middle-child-syndrome-is-getting-into.html' title='Middle child syndrome is getting into me'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SVHkZNhxqtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/C7i8lZ9kp0w/s72-c/7bd89cf26b8ab4d2850634c273ad1b4e%5B16%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-8863413833425420326</id><published>2008-12-21T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:53:42.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>My dad bought a new laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SU2vjydoKSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/N2Wl58_Ey4Q/s1600-h/1205128178163%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="1205128178163" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="287" alt="1205128178163" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SU2vk2G9iQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Xk_joO_4FjY/1205128178163_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="191" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my dad bought a new laptop yesterday and it was sooo..nifty :D . It has a nice camera feature that makes your face as your own password, but does that ,mean we are off limits in using his computer?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just noticed that…may we are T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I didn’t know about this lenovo brand before, but my dad showed us &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=198okcxeF74" target="_blank"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQ6ntaYbhdw" target="_blank"&gt;advertisements&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was awesome :D . The laptop was pretty fast itself and has notable features. Less wires, but almost everything built inside the laptop itself, pretty incredible if you are hassled by too much wires to insert on you laptop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-8863413833425420326?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8863413833425420326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=8863413833425420326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8863413833425420326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8863413833425420326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-dad-bought-new-laptop.html' title='My dad bought a new laptop'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SU2vk2G9iQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Xk_joO_4FjY/s72-c/1205128178163_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1218589302489522867</id><published>2008-12-20T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:56:09.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Feeling the Xmas Spirit [not!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="3b33d50e6e5ca15015b6a1cbf38aa3a5" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="225" alt="3b33d50e6e5ca15015b6a1cbf38aa3a5" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SUxMFoEW4II/AAAAAAAAAQY/QLJ5fFx-ppk/3b33d50e6e5ca15015b6a1cbf38aa3a5%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey guys! It’s been a while since my last post here at Matsuri &lt;img alt="blee" src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/6499/ctonguemg3.gif" /&gt;. I’ve been way to busy with our school’s crappy assignments and events (some were worth it though). I felt like posting today because for some reasons, I can’t feel the spirit of Christmas in our house. And this goes on for some time now..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;My mother always buys gifts during Christmas. Not for us though, but for &lt;strong&gt;her friends only &lt;img alt="tsk" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6456/cnole1.gif" /&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;She always makes the same plastic smile I’ve already seen since birth. Waving at her friends and then feels great when somebody praises her. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;One day, when my brother and I stayed at our Aunt’s house, my aunt told me “What did your mother gave you this Christmas?” I paused at that thought and answered stoically “Nothing, because she’s busy giving it out to her friends”. So my Aunt suggested me to ask something from my mom. Then after my mini vacation stay at my aunt’s house I walked to my mom and asked my Christmas question “Mom, can you buy me a toy” . My mom made a raged face and shouted at me “Didn’t your Aunt already gave you something?!&amp;quot; , I have no money now!”.&amp;#160; That impression leaved me quite a shock. I didn’t know adults can behave like this.&lt;img alt="&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6992/aiwebs033ia0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;That was the start of my rebellious age. Then at that point on, I studied how to debate. I always wanted to go at my daddy’s workplace and I just stared at how adults converse with each other. What laughter means to them and how they counter each others thoughts. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Now that I’m mature enough to talk back. My dad told my mom “They’re not the usual kids you knew before, they’ve grown up” &lt;img alt="satisfied" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/4163/hihiuj6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1218589302489522867?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1218589302489522867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1218589302489522867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1218589302489522867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1218589302489522867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-xmas-spirit-not.html' title='Feeling the Xmas Spirit [not!]'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SUxMFoEW4II/AAAAAAAAAQY/QLJ5fFx-ppk/s72-c/3b33d50e6e5ca15015b6a1cbf38aa3a5%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1244916609380422218</id><published>2008-08-31T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:59:45.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matsuri'/><title type='text'>Matsuri : Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="ふらふら_amanooni_200808311153" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SLoXMFQR2_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/KfAZV1sRMYw/u%C2%89u%C2%89_amanooni_200808311153%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="86" align="left" border="0" /&gt;To those who are wondering what happened to the matsuri game. Actually I find it too tiresome to tally the results..haha I am suuper lazy right now that my free schedule can't fit into my school schedule. Heck being a 4th year student is stressful.&amp;#160; Too many things to do.. so little time. Even my twitter and plurk almost died. Damn, things are getting pretty unpredictable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thesis, mythology, encae, and etc are too much to handle. even my usual anime watching schedule was not implemented. Damn i miss being an otaku. And more negative news. I FAILED IN MATH. *cough* shouldn't have said that. Oh well. Ta ta for now~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1244916609380422218?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1244916609380422218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1244916609380422218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1244916609380422218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1244916609380422218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/matsuri-hiatus.html' title='Matsuri : Hiatus'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SLoXMFQR2_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/KfAZV1sRMYw/s72-c/u%C2%89u%C2%89_amanooni_200808311153%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1748274755262576367</id><published>2008-08-31T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:23:43.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Understanding Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="noire_xazi_200808311148" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SLoOvoLLNfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kNWQLNw766k/noire_xazi_200808311148%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1) Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2) Guys are more emotional then you think, if they loved you at one point, it'll take them a lot longer then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3) Guys go crazy over a girl's smile(:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4) A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5) Giving a guy a hanging message like &amp;quot;You know what?..uh...nevermind..&amp;quot; would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU LOVE THEM!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole heck of a lot.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;10)If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;11)If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and he is really thinking about something&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;12) When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Guys rarely say that&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;13)When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, &amp;quot;Please come and listen to me&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;14)If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;15) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;something.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;16) Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;17)A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;18)No guy can handle all his problems on his own.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;He's just too stubborn to admit it&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;19)NOT ALL GUYS ARE RUDE!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Just because ONE is RUDE doesn't mean he represents ALL of them&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;20)WHEN A GUY SACRIFICES HIS SLEEP AND HEALTH JUST TO TALK TO YOU, HE REALLY LIKES YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;21)Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;So girls, better lower your prides and issues and hear them out. &lt;img alt="loved" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6672/clovewe0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1748274755262576367?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1748274755262576367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1748274755262576367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1748274755262576367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1748274755262576367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/understanding-guys.html' title='Understanding Guys'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SLoOvoLLNfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kNWQLNw766k/s72-c/noire_xazi_200808311148%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-8013350159780973110</id><published>2008-06-13T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:04:19.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matsuri'/><title type='text'>Matsuri 001</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:16914ec5-152f-459a-8099-73a6aba2e162" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SFJht-wzALI/AAAAAAAAALo/maY81Lh8m84/23112007316-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="First day of school" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SFJhwYMTF1I/AAAAAAAAALs/Z7GiRdX99Vc/23112007316%5B27%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;June 11&lt;/strong&gt; officially marked the grand opening of the real life Matsuri game.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tallying some experiences and emotions, the ending goal was to &amp;quot;change oneself&amp;quot;, also this could be a good use in handling one's emotions. So in short &amp;quot;Anger Management&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Scores are tallied up per week. And the results per month shall be calculated wether or not, mood swings is affected from time to time. Also, while doing this I should balance my studies, my hobbies, and my love ones.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;I tally only school days.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="2" width="463" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="130"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matsuri:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="173"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#51c7ff"&gt;Negative mood swings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="150"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff1a8c"&gt;Positive mood swings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="130"&gt;June 11&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="173"&gt;Nervousness, too cautious&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="150"&gt;Excited, Hyper, Lucky&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="130"&gt;June 12&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="173"&gt;Clumsiness, too cautious&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="150"&gt;Happy, Enjoyed every bit&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="130"&gt;June 13&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="173"&gt;Dull, Agitated, Confused&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="150"&gt;Happy, Studious&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="2" width="461" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="196"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="257"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Positive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="196"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;7&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="257"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;7&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Over all it was a tie. &lt;img alt="woot!" src="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/1204/high5ak3.gif" /&gt; {NEUTRAL:First Week}&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-8013350159780973110?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8013350159780973110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=8013350159780973110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8013350159780973110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8013350159780973110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/matsuri-001.html' title='Matsuri 001'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SFJhwYMTF1I/AAAAAAAAALs/Z7GiRdX99Vc/s72-c/23112007316%5B27%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3767805538712686564</id><published>2008-06-08T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:39:30.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Something to patch up last June 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="180" alt="Picture-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEvEZho-ELI/AAAAAAAAALk/3Rj4Y7x53l8/Picture-1%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" align="left" border="0" /&gt; Remember our &lt;a href="http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeahstillprobably.html" target="_blank"&gt;monthsary&lt;/a&gt; where I celebrated alone. Well Klintt was busy that day that I didn't consider how he felt and shut him off . I just reflected on what I did and made a conclusion &amp;quot;I am spoiled&amp;quot;. Not only that, I was so stubborn on how to forgive him. I'm not good with interaction so it always ended up as if &amp;quot;I'm the villain&amp;quot; of it.   &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had a date to patch up our monthsary and watch my favorite movie &amp;quot;kung-fu&amp;quot; panda yesterday~! Klintt and I whirled around Ayala, and ate a lot. Then we noticed after a couple of hours, why are there soo many people O.o . Too many people lined up for Prince Caspian and Kung-fu panda. Well. yesterday was saturday so no wonder there were so many people. But after the movies, even more people gathered around on every floors, something was going to happen below. Then we noticed the huge banner hanged on top &amp;quot;Anne Curtis&amp;quot; June 7. &amp;quot;Ohhh...&amp;quot; There seems to be a fashion show going on. What's worse? She's singing &amp;quot;umbrella&amp;quot; like a prick. Wtf?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, Klintt bought me a very cute stuff toy puppy named &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://maeabi.multiply.com/photos/album/16/Klintty_Doobie" target="_blank"&gt;Doobie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; but I prefer calling it &amp;quot;Klintty&amp;quot; because I want to tease him more &lt;img alt="Devil" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/19.gif" /&gt;. No really, I named him that so I won't miss him much now that's we're so busy, because school days is almost here. Ack! I need to study more and more and that means I won't be updating on weekdays &lt;img alt="confused" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/8019/cconfusedda0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3767805538712686564?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3767805538712686564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3767805538712686564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3767805538712686564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3767805538712686564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-to-patch-up-last-june-2.html' title='Something to patch up last June 2'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEvEZho-ELI/AAAAAAAAALk/3Rj4Y7x53l8/s72-c/Picture-1%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-4177852554415889242</id><published>2008-06-06T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:36:27.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Designs'/><title type='text'>Release: Cafe*Maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/2497/projectcafeyj0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/2497/projectcafeyj0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done updating the Maid*Cafe Series. [&lt;a href="http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Woot! I'm exhausted. I'm anticipating the NBA finals, since we don't have a cable subscription I'm watching at yahoo sports. Ha! Yes we are miserable..I know.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/2615/claughfm2.gif" alt="laugh" title="laugh" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this project is experimental, I might add up more color combinations~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; I forgot to save it as a psd file. Wow, I failed too much &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6456/cnole1.gif" alt="tsk" title="tsk" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-4177852554415889242?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4177852554415889242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=4177852554415889242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4177852554415889242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4177852554415889242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/release-cafemaid.html' title='Release: Cafe*Maid'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3237883162123310392</id><published>2008-06-05T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:30:02.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Designs'/><title type='text'>Maid*Cafe Experimental Photoshopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="maidcafeseries" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEgD3swtMuI/AAAAAAAAALY/nGeLCbzrkBM/maidcafeseries%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="94" width="214" /&gt; My new out-of-boredom project maid*cafe was finished within 2 hours. Photoshop can be your bestfriend when your bored this summer~!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, the objectives of this project was to make something out of a render, by experimenting with the layer adjustments and hue/saturation without too much of hassle. Color harmonies could be a pain in the rear but with this experimenting, we have to separate the other layer so it could go with the flow of the wallpaper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;1st Trial&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Started making the wallpaper&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Took 19 minutes to finish the original wallpaper color&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Started with adjusting the hue/saturation&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Color harmonies were good but it affected the skin and apron&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Found a way to separate the skin by making a layer on top with brushed "flesh" color to the skin part and set it to "color"&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Apron was separated trough "selective color"&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;In the end I made 11 variations but I mistakenly added the url to the image files, so instead of ".jpg" in format, they ended up with a ".blogspot.com' extension and cannot be opened"&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;FAIL&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;2nd Trial&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Goes back to canvas&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Re done everything but this time, edited out some mistakes because of skin color&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Not the same color with the previous version, because these are done by adjusting and experimenting&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Still 11 wallpapers were made~&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Saved - WIN&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEgD68wtMvI/AAAAAAAAALc/wl694UlmrD4/s1600-h/projectcafe%5B8%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="projectcafe" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEgD-MwtMwI/AAAAAAAAALg/Tec8VkkWoH4/projectcafe_thumb%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="82" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maid*Cafe will be uploaded tomorrow, because right now my internet connection has gone nuts. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ISP sucked. Smart Bro, what happened to your services?! $)^*()#%#)^&amp;gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3237883162123310392?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3237883162123310392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3237883162123310392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3237883162123310392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3237883162123310392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/maidcafe-experimental-photoshopping.html' title='Maid*Cafe Experimental Photoshopping'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEgD3swtMuI/AAAAAAAAALY/nGeLCbzrkBM/s72-c/maidcafeseries%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-9114629944539945460</id><published>2008-06-04T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:40:29.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web 2.0'/><title type='text'>Zemanta - makes blogging more fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zemanta.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="76" alt="zlogo" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEZ_LA7tjyI/AAAAAAAAALU/qA4olhkef6M/zlogo%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="206" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; A cool new blog plug-in has caought my eye. Introducing Zemanta, a nifty blogging plug-in for firefox and IE. It supports major blog hosting/cms like wordpress, typepad, livejournal, blogger, and movable type.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you want it to see it in action, check out their video at the front page. I might be switching to Zemanta soon, bye-bye Windows live writer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Taken from Zenmata&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zemanta gives you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pleasure:&lt;/strong&gt; it's fun to see your words paired with great links and pix &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Content:&lt;/strong&gt; Pictures, Links, Articles and Tags &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Convenience:&lt;/strong&gt; no more trolling the web for content for your posts &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traffic:&lt;/strong&gt; links to recent blog posts frequently result in return traffi&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-9114629944539945460?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/9114629944539945460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=9114629944539945460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/9114629944539945460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/9114629944539945460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/zemanta-makes-blogging-more-fun.html' title='Zemanta - makes blogging more fun'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEZ_LA7tjyI/AAAAAAAAALU/qA4olhkef6M/s72-c/zlogo%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-7736456858413743035</id><published>2008-06-04T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:12:16.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>School days is almost here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="f2c2cce8af910146af7be24417bad2d9bf93f509" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEZ4jg7tjxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FfCGwLjlwrI/f2c2cce8af910146af7be24417bad2d9bf93f509%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="150" align="left" border="0" /&gt; Tell me about it! &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;. Yesterday was stressful enough to move right now. Dad and I went to the bookstore of our school just to loan some books and an ID chord. Then chatting with Klintt-sama at San-Jose main campus, while trying to figure out how to install flash on a tight security Internet connection @_@ and finally...bringing heavy books all the way to metro while bringing a brand new large school bag for my sister. The world is harsh. now we don't even have a car, it's hard to get by when your bringing heavy&amp;#160; stuff. Also, gasoline crisis and high rice price. Everything is expensive, how I wish we were rich. *cough*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, today Mom, my annoying Brother, and me went to the dentist to get my stained tooth into cleaning. I could feel the drill plunging on my sensitive teeth while drooling so hard because my mouth was forcefully opened for 2 minutes. In the end I was happy, finally my teeth stained was removed! But the dentist said that my vampire-like tooth on the side shall be restored, of course it's expensive.....3,000 php each. *faints* I have two vampire-like teeth so yeah.., my mom can't afford it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;School days is almost here, and &amp;quot;matsuri&amp;quot; shall begin as well. Aside to that, our house-maid helped me cover my books and add name-labels so I could at least be ready for the school year. Hope nothing bad will happen~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" alt="Mae" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-7736456858413743035?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7736456858413743035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=7736456858413743035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7736456858413743035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7736456858413743035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/school-days-is-almost-here.html' title='School days is almost here!'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEZ4jg7tjxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FfCGwLjlwrI/s72-c/f2c2cce8af910146af7be24417bad2d9bf93f509%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-4101530135743224679</id><published>2008-06-03T07:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:43:34.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web 2.0'/><title type='text'>Drag and Drop comments for Friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="96" alt="buddyIcon_001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SESFpQ7tjwI/AAAAAAAAALM/cui-67tr8Mw/buddyIcon_0013.jpg?imgmax=800" width="96" align="left" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A nifty comment maker for Friendster. The site is powered by Ajax which is awesome. An example used was from my &lt;a href="http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeahstillprobably.html" target="_blank"&gt;previous blog&lt;/a&gt; post &amp;quot;It was fun..&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just click an emote, drag it beside the text area and click &amp;quot;generate code&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ample:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;   &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emoticon.itonlinestore.net/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emoticon.itonlinestore.net/emoticon/Emoticon/v35.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emoticon.itonlinestore.net/emoticon/liooil/note_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &amp;amp; i hate how much i love you boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emoticon.itonlinestore.net/emoticon/liooil/note_2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;    &lt;hr /&gt;    &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emoticon.itonlinestore.net/emoticon/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;Make Your Comment Here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-4101530135743224679?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4101530135743224679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=4101530135743224679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4101530135743224679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4101530135743224679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/drag-and-drop-comments-for-friendster_03.html' title='Drag and Drop comments for Friendster'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SESFpQ7tjwI/AAAAAAAAALM/cui-67tr8Mw/s72-c/buddyIcon_0013.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-9160104444558321683</id><published>2008-06-02T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:30:27.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>I want to join this contest...but</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="d137255a9939745ea1edb5325f203b257cf0c946" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEP18Q7tjuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZvmSbK-9sIY/d137255a9939745ea1edb5325f203b257cf0c946%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" align="left" border="0" /&gt; I'm not from United States so my prize would be linking on my site..this suck&lt;img alt="Crying" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/20.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weirdasianews.com/2008/05/21/weird-asia-news-design-contest/" target="_blank"&gt;booo....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-9160104444558321683?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/9160104444558321683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=9160104444558321683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/9160104444558321683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/9160104444558321683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-to-join-this-contestbut.html' title='I want to join this contest...but'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEP18Q7tjuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZvmSbK-9sIY/s72-c/d137255a9939745ea1edb5325f203b257cf0c946%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3829444441296432729</id><published>2008-06-02T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:29:21.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Yeah..still..probably</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emoticon.itonlinestore.net/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emoticon.itonlinestore.net/emoticon/Emoticon/s11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emoticon.itonlinestore.net/emoticon/liooil/note_1.gif" /&gt; &lt;font color="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was fun....celebrating alone... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emoticon.itonlinestore.net/emoticon/liooil/note_2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="350" alt="cp_love" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEPnnw7tjtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aK57t38etv0/cp_love%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="220" align="left" border="0" /&gt; There goes my highly-anticipated day. Nothing is wrong really, how I wished I was with dad today ,guess that was a big mistake. Today is a boring day, tomorrow I'll be gone for some errands. Hmm, I should make a list. Matsuri is almost here and my daily average life will turn upside down once school starts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cooked Shrimp was delicious! Too bad our house ran out of soy sauce. Our house maid is the best cook ever! Oh, dad's here! Ok so I'm gonna go now. Hope I don't have a &amp;quot;I have failed the test&amp;quot; blog post for the whole year. Best wishes to people out there, searching for their dreams. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3829444441296432729?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3829444441296432729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3829444441296432729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3829444441296432729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3829444441296432729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeahstillprobably.html' title='Yeah..still..probably'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEPnnw7tjtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aK57t38etv0/s72-c/cp_love%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-4146695867627627496</id><published>2008-06-02T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T09:46:01.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>3rd Month - Going...going...still going</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="143" alt="start_icon_heart" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEK2qKdlS9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/M7y32bS4FZY/start_icon_heart%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="214" align="left" border="0" /&gt; Happy monthsary to the both of us! Hope our relationship is getting stronger. Hi Klintt~! It's almost the start of the anticipated school year, new teachers, new faces, same places. I'm not good and not totally honest with you, hope you could bear that, I just don't want to hurt you so I'd rather keep it all to myself. Lol, I'm confessing right now. Anyway, I love you soooooooo much. Even if you're 60% clueless about some things and 50% shy at the same time. But I like that cute side. teheee :* Anyway, I'm not good with relationships. Most of em' just broke off without prior notice. So I wanted to adjust this time, so if there's something you wanted to say about my awful personality, just say so, cuz I'm more anxious if you're not saying anything. But I really do think you're not that clueless, I mean you do know your faults but maybe you're just confused on what I felt huh? Please bear with me, my mood always suck and mixes up sometimes. so..yeah. Thanks for always being there for me, Love ya lots &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-4146695867627627496?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4146695867627627496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=4146695867627627496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4146695867627627496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/4146695867627627496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/3rd-month-goinggoingstill-going.html' title='3rd Month - Going...going...still going'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEK2qKdlS9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/M7y32bS4FZY/s72-c/start_icon_heart%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3088188676026922940</id><published>2008-06-01T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:31:54.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Update 004: Endless Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="YAY~!" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEKy2adlS8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/MXlm3aWTX_o/motivator1103615%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;New music uploads by different artists including David Cook, Taking back Sunday, Girls Like Boys, Rihanna, Chris Brown and more &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Fixed some bugs on the links and captions &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upcomming features / Not yet done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;My bloglog sidebar &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Technocrati, digg, social bookmarking integration &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Star rating on posts &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Gallery on progress [10%] &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Guess that dude game, find that butt creature game [lol] &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Blogroll (If your interested just comment on this post) &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Blog buttons, and some stuff &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Web 2.0 just makes the Internet more fun, entertaining, and best of all laziness. Here are sites you could use to manipulate your images without the use of photoshop or illustrator.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;1.)Roundpic&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.roundpic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px 5px 0px 0px" height="118" alt="Rounded Corners for Images" src="http://www.roundpic.com/img/roundpic_100x118.gif" width="100" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Love those rounded corners and want to do them quickly? Try this online picture editor. I use roundpic on my previous post. SRV 7. There are also advance control in the interface, not only you get to round your pics, your could also choose the side you wish to round, the size of the roundness, and save it!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;h2&gt;2.)Super Lame Comic Balloon Engine!&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superlame.com/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="100" alt="my Super LamePic" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJyIqdlSxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Smhbl-sPmnM/mySuperLamePic_e07f26f29fd0d67c00342%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="115" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Want to make you life comical? You could do that with Super lame Comic Balloon Engine!.Add comic balloons on your pictures, change the shape, font, and background, and the best part is it's super free!. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;3.)Motivator&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/motivator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="80" alt="motivator" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJyJKdlSyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B033ZyZYYKI/motivator1103615%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="100" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/" target="_blank"&gt;Big Huge Labs&lt;/a&gt;, is renowned with their state-of-the art flickr toys and online image editor. This one's an old Internet meme yet fun to use. Gentlemen behold, the motivator.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;4.)Billboard Poster&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/billboard.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="137" alt="billboard" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJyKadlSzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yryEltj92gM/billboard18639504.jpg?imgmax=800" width="214" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Either you wanted to fancy someone, or just make a joke of anything like putting your face in it and caption it &amp;quot;President of America&amp;quot; you should give this a try!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;5.)Magazine Cover&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="100" alt="magazine" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJyLadlS0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/W9VIDtH28EQ/magazine2416545%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="78" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Yes, we always wanted to do this. And not to mention noobs could go &amp;quot;wow&amp;quot; over a fake picture of your work in a magazine. Ha! You could choose up to 20 subline and change their color at the same time. how cool is that?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;6.)Wordpress Header&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/blogheader.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="56" alt="blog header" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJyMKdlS1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/SU6BQvWexuo/blogheader6297995%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="214" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww, everybody loves the good old default wordpress skin! Adding a header would spice things up ;p&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;7.)Hockneyizer&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/hockney.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="150" alt="hockney" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJyM6dlS2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/AdShfjeiJVc/hockney8517012%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Impressed by those deviants who polarized there own works, tired of doing the same? This generator randomizes and generates a polaroid effect on your images. Upload your image and your good to go.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;8.) Trading Card&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/deck.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="100" alt="trading card" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJyNadlS3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/K82AfMuAq68/deck1817873%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="70" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;We know, you like em'. We saw what you did there!.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;And who wants to make their own trading card. we do!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Trading card generator has a nice feature of choosing elements and sub icons to make it look professionally edited. Nice, way to go~!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;9.)Framer&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/frame.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="150" alt="framer" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJyOqdlS4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/QNLeNP3KV74/frame4741056%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frame your images and choose different frames to frame it! From stamps, to films, choose any frames you want. Quite nifty ;) . Useful for those who are lazy to make their own website banner.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;10.)Image Reflection&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reflectionmaker.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="100" alt="reflected Image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJyPqdlS5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/F2xcu84tulM/reflectedImage%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="59" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love reflections, or even planning on showing off a mac style image gallery? Image reflection generator makes nice reflections on any images you upload. So yeah, try it!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;11.)Vector Magic&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJ0HadlS7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/e4GYxmYnVX8/s1600-h/_pireze_Artworks_by_Takeda_Hinata_16_vectorized_free%5B10%5D.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 5px 0px 0px" height="145" alt="vector magic" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJyQ6dlS6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/2xI2KPLHS4o/_pireze_Artworks_by_Takeda_Hinata_16_vectorized_free_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="100" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vector artists needs a rest. Vector can be a pain in the neck ,time consuming yet the end product is simply wonderful. So why not let the computer do it for you? Vector magic was suppose to be free, but now they are on a free/pro feature. But you could give it a try. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Ok that's all for now, *cough* will update with a part 2 soon.&lt;/p&gt; Type rest of the post here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1290811745678191018?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1290811745678191018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1290811745678191018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1290811745678191018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1290811745678191018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/because-were-too-lazy-to-photoshop.html' title='Because were too lazy to Photoshop!'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJyIKdlSwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ypz01jJlKDM/s72-c/hockney8517012%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-8335668361980411762</id><published>2008-06-01T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:17:36.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Summer Romance Vacation 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Summer Romance Vacation!" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJNCadlSuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yX_rLQOn1Yk/1212248395%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We were suppose to meet up with the rest of our friends at Ayala, but then Zy canceled the whole thing, to make things sound more awful, we arrived at the location when he canceled the whole thing. What should we do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Klintt and I woke up early just to get ready. We planned the whole thing the day before yesterday. 9 in the morning is quite early don't you think?, but since Zy said that their band will play early, so we have to be ready right?. Riding a multicab to Ayala, my stomach was grumbling so hard. Beside the fact that my evil house maid never prepares breakfast to me, instead prepares a tonic drink namely &amp;quot;Milo&amp;quot; my morning headed down from good to worse.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;But since I'm with Klintt, I have to pretend I'm ok. I was looking out for possible candy selling guy on the corner. But my luck ran out. So I took a few inhale-exhale exercises to be better and of course I took down so many topics just to forget my stomach pain. I really was sick back then, but car sick..that's a bad situation for a date. But hell yeah I was able to suppress it till we arrived at McDonalds. My inner self was watering and I can't help myself from ordering food. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;My instincts were right, glad I was wearing a black T-shirt. Ahh, toothpaste on Klintt's T-shirt~ Chance! *teases more*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;After eating at McDonalds we explore the place a bit more. I couldn't stop myself from posing like an idiot, but at least he was having fun. Ok that was embarrassing, I could only do that in front of my cousin but I just got to do something in order to break the ice. And I ran out of ideas, so yeah. The CR at Ayala was awesome, not to mention automatic faucet, push button flushing and finally a broken door?! Damn...I looked more like an idiot pushing the door while I'm sitting at the potty. *cough* Luckily, there were a few people there. You could just get lost in Ayala in a minute, and that's probably the reason why I'm holding Klintt's hand. Haha...Being lost....can be scary.. &lt;img alt="oops" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/9799/oopsvc1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Then we decided to head to the cinema. And the choices were.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Indiana Jones &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Sex and the City &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;21 &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Caregiver &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p&gt;He picked Indiana Jones. But the theatre won't start till it's 12:24. So we have to kill some time...but where? Time Zone could have been a good spot, but..shucks..sad to say we almost have ran out of money. So we were exploring a bit more, downstairs. We took an elevator, to head to the ground floor. Lucky! We were the only 2 ridding the elevator, I had fun! Yeah, we really did acted like children. Heads up! we arrived at the first floor. Ground floor was a garage, I forgot all about it! We stopped by at the nearest bench, unlike the benches we seated at previous malls, at Ayala the benches had more spaces and less people. We teased each other and he took some pictures of me secretly while I was taking like a never ending parrot. So I took his phone and look up at some of the pictures. *nosebleed* Damn..these pics are..oh never mind. You get the idea!. We went upstairs again and sat at the bench near McDonalds taking some pics, and yes we have a pic together~!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 0px 100px" height="118" alt="ticket" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJNDadlSvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/km0O-q58Qgg/ticket%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ticket yey~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;After killing some time, we proceeded upstairs and took more pictures. I was the model idiot who was entranced at a movie cardboard advertisement. Fine, I admit Kung Fu panda was too cute so I posed~!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;We bought popcorn and softdrinks, the proceeded at the theatre. Indiana Jones has an old setup alright but over all the movie was fun and historical!. The 2 surprises I was planning was suppose to be a birthday gift, hmm.. but I really wanted to give him something. Huuuu.. T_T.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Theatre time finished, and we headed outside. A few taunts later, we decided to go home. I really do think he wanted to play at Time Zone, too bad I forgot my Time Zone Gold Card and member card *depressed mode*. That innocent look, damn If only I wasn't careless.&lt;img alt="tsk" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6456/cnole1.gif" /&gt; Outside the mall at last~. Now where should we go?&lt;img alt="&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6992/aiwebs033ia0.gif" /&gt;. Waa....so we got the wrong exit which was suppose to be opposite side of where were supposed to go! What should we do?. An obvious step to solve the problem...&lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt;. Klintt decided that we should proceed to the terminal where we first arrived at Ayala. Reflecting on the events happened there, I was really enjoying myself to the max! Wish he was enjoying the trip too~. We talked on how to get revenge on a certain someone out there. But let's make it a side note, we should treasure this moment a bit more. Happy Birthday Klintt~!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-8335668361980411762?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8335668361980411762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=8335668361980411762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8335668361980411762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8335668361980411762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-romance-vacation-7.html' title='Summer Romance Vacation 7'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SEJNCadlSuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yX_rLQOn1Yk/s72-c/1212248395%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-7993916125271344685</id><published>2008-05-31T07:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T08:03:08.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Vocaloid 2 soundtrack fake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 0px 95px" height="240" alt="Vocaloid 2008" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SECMWadlSiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AU49fFHZa7g/000%5B5%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4 weeks ago I've stumbled on a torrent file &amp;quot;【动漫怨念屋】VOC@LOiD2 初音ミク 2008 Spring Best Song Album（偽）&amp;quot; I wonder if it was an original vocaloid soundtrack but guess what, it wasn't. It was more of a fan compilation. But the contents are nice, a nice extensive rare Hatsune Miku art and more scans from the rest of the Vocaloid family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are a total of &lt;strong&gt;17&lt;/strong&gt; synthesized songs. Hundreds of fanart, &lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt; for do-it-yourself soundtrack. &lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;flash presentations of Miku, and a PV. There's even a lyric where you can sing along as well. Plug it on your mp4 player and your good to go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sadly only the fanart and songs I've downloaded successfully, bittorent hashes are broken or probably the uploader screwed up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Tracklisting (back)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SECMXadlSjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xOGSR0WXHdk/024%5B3%5D.jpg" width="166" align="left" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" alt="CD scan" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SECNlKdlSqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/y1L_zLjF-D8/026%5B4%5D.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SECMaadlSnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Q2sab71P1MY/015-016%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="107" alt="booklet" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SECMcqdlSoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BAPKzhgCsII/015-016_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SECPwKdlSsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/G5SiQ-MmHHE/019-020%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="107" alt="booklet" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SECNmqdlSrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JIV1tzwd0w0/019-020_thumb.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Booklet inside" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SECMdKdlSpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VMqn9LdAW0s/010%5B2%5D.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SECPxqdlStI/AAAAAAAAAII/ppbdCIw8sXA/2008-05-31_064824%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Hundreds of fanart" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SECMZadlSmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nRKM_56ob-4/2008-05-31_064824_thumb.png" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-7993916125271344685?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7993916125271344685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=7993916125271344685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7993916125271344685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7993916125271344685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/vocaloid-2-soundtrack-fake.html' title='Vocaloid 2 soundtrack fake?'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SECMWadlSiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AU49fFHZa7g/s72-c/000%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3345776642224048877</id><published>2008-05-30T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:29:34.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>Taking back Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="230" alt="I just wanted to be with him" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD-U36dlShI/AAAAAAAAAGY/m8v2_XyCHpM/3862843fe4d912d8bc6c8a448780eb185238c5e2%5B6%5D.jpg" width="240" align="right" border="0" /&gt; So I'm a bit ok, after listening songs from &amp;quot;Taking back Sunday&amp;quot;. I really guess he didn't meant what he did. So in truth he was clueless. I guess I'm the one in the wrong direction here. What should I do? I told him, I'm still mad at everything. Damn, I'm at a loss here. If only I could go with him this Sunday, well I'll just wish him a happy birthday huh? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the meantime, I just wanted to stab someone for being so rude. I wonder If that person is twisted or plain crazy. He just shuts me up on a YM conference, leaving us dumbfounded. Damn, I hate him. I hate name calling too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3345776642224048877?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3345776642224048877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3345776642224048877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3345776642224048877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3345776642224048877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/taking-back-sunday.html' title='Taking back Sunday'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD-U36dlShI/AAAAAAAAAGY/m8v2_XyCHpM/s72-c/3862843fe4d912d8bc6c8a448780eb185238c5e2%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-6159012385310438388</id><published>2008-05-30T13:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:31:40.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web 2.0'/><title type='text'>Firefox 3 to set a Guinness World Record</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spreadfirefox.com/node&amp;amp;id=0&amp;amp;t=264"&gt;&lt;img title="Download Day" alt="Download Day" src="http://www.spreadfirefox.com/files/images/affiliates_banners/dday_badge_fox.png" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It might sound crazy, but firefox was determined to set the highest download of firefox 3 in 24 hours. On top of that, a Guinness world record. Wow, sounds..yeah ..great. But could they pull it off? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just yesterday I accepted the pledge, hope they could finalize the announcement when It'll start or people might forgot they pledged. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So far It's not yet on the 1 million mark that they wanted to reach, there are still 240, 000+ and counting pledges out there. So as a firefox fan myself I invite people to join the Firefox download day. If you wanted to know why firefox 3 is better than any browsers out there. You could read this &lt;a href="http://lifehacker.com/391547/firefox-3-on-track-to-be-speediest-browser" target="_blank"&gt;article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'd say, the pledge page was worth looking for, not only it tracks how many people who pledges, it also tracks how many in your country are willing to join. Philippines was just 200 yesterday, then today it marked a 1000+ pledges.. woot! Japan had too many people pledged too, and most of all, America.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More on firefox 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Over hundreds of updates, and upgrades were fixed on firefox 3&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Speediest browser - taken from Lifehacker -&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Upgraded interface, performance, security, and stabilized version&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Better than IE 7 and Safari&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Plug-ins, extensions, themes integrated&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.com/en-US/firefox/3.0rc1/releasenotes/#whatsnew" target="_blank"&gt;Here is the link of the new updates and upgrades&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spreadfirefox.com/en-US/worldrecord" target="_blank"&gt;So what-cha waitin' for?!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-6159012385310438388?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6159012385310438388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=6159012385310438388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6159012385310438388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6159012385310438388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/firefox-3-to-set-guinness-world-record.html' title='Firefox 3 to set a Guinness World Record'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-7780164825351969306</id><published>2008-05-30T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:27:34.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>It's almost time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="80" alt="Confused" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD-BgadlSgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tM680-WZjVw/10742%5B4%5D.gif" width="80" align="right" border="0" /&gt;It's almost his birthday, and I'm still pondering on what to say, what to do and who gives a damn--- &lt;strong&gt;WHAT SHOULD I DO!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can't think of a perfect gift - @_@&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If a --&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Wallet - a nuisance (just as he said) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Basketball - he has 2 at their house &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Slipper - I don't know what size for pete's sake! &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Anime stuff - I wonder...he doesn't like toys.. (*getting hopeless here*) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Bracelet - he'd be bothered by it &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Necklace - he's to simple, and he'd be bother by it &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Bag - He's got many at their house &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyone can suggest me something good for a boy? - (*despair mode*)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He said he wants an&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Xbox - If only i'm Bill Gates I'd give it for free.... *huuuuuuu* &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-7780164825351969306?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7780164825351969306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=7780164825351969306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7780164825351969306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7780164825351969306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-almost-time.html' title='It&amp;#39;s almost time'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD-BgadlSgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tM680-WZjVw/s72-c/10742%5B4%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-6433296473343238323</id><published>2008-05-30T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:35:40.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveless'/><title type='text'>I felt like.. being betrayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Just..once" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD9-4qdlSfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gLKjmFa_HU8/sagubooru-1b257a1c6774dafcc5a5e425b0e2b5f0%5B3%5D.jpg" width="104" align="left" border="0" /&gt; Ironic when some girls prefer to do anything for the one they love but I guess that guy never notice and probably never cares every single thing you do. Ironic when the fact you do something beyond your limits but he won't do the same. So I made a conclusion, what if I do the same?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm tired. I felt like everyday I have to do what I do, amusing him like he's everything. I guess I really did push myself to the limits. Even Mitch told me I probably loved him too much. I need to step back 1 step behind, so yeah. Adjusting bit by bit. I wonder if we would work out that way?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm tired of things repeating all over again and I'm tired of the things I wanted to say. It's probably too late. Then again, I have to change my personality even if it's not the start of &amp;quot;Matsuri&amp;quot;. Gotta tally some scores too, my negative side just added a rank to my list.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-6433296473343238323?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6433296473343238323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=6433296473343238323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6433296473343238323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6433296473343238323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-felt-like-being-betrayed.html' title='I felt like.. being betrayed'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD9-4qdlSfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gLKjmFa_HU8/s72-c/sagubooru-1b257a1c6774dafcc5a5e425b0e2b5f0%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-7240449953819998160</id><published>2008-05-29T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:15:21.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicidal Notes'/><title type='text'>Suicidal Note Post 001-009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="150" alt="suic1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD4RoadlSWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-i-u8GO0Qko/suic1%5B7%5D.gif" width="214" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="150" alt="suic2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD4RpKdlSXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mrKsi5GpCi8/suic2%5B4%5D.gif" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="suic3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD4RpqdlSYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8pl8c95lWtE/suic3%5B2%5D.gif" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;img height="150" alt="suic4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD4RqqdlSZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/El7PG2NGg34/suic4%5B2%5D.gif" width="214" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="suic5" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD4RrKdlSaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M436utDaYfA/suic5%5B2%5D.gif" width="214" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" alt="suic6" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD4RrqdlSbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bJtnzDB_8Uk/suic6%5B2%5D.gif" width="214" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="suic7" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD4RsadlScI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UmG43upwXXc/suic7%5B2%5D.gif" width="214" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" alt="suic8" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD4Rs6dlSdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FMG3cgCo6Jw/suic8%5B2%5D.gif" width="214" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="suic9" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD4RuKdlSeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/b4AaWkr6XIM/suic9%5B2%5D.gif" width="214" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" alt="Mae" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-7240449953819998160?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7240449953819998160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=7240449953819998160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7240449953819998160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7240449953819998160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/suicidal-note-post-001-009.html' title='Suicidal Note Post 001-009'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD4RoadlSWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-i-u8GO0Qko/s72-c/suic1%5B7%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-8254690574154627790</id><published>2008-05-28T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:32:29.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web 2.0'/><title type='text'>Zenbe - A new generation webmail client</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD0KdKdlSUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vF-BUUH5MsI/zenbe%202%5B7%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img height="119" alt="zenbe 2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD0Kh6dlSVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yUp7Yl9PQjI/zenbe%202_thumb%5B5%5D.png" width="240" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tired of old yahoo interface and slow e-mail clients. Or you just simply wanted to try out something new. Recently after stumbling into google in search of some e-mail clients. I stumbled upon Zenbe. Of course the layout reflects the name itself.&amp;#160; I was completely amazed by the interface, reminds me of gmail combined with the beta yahoo mail. It's green interface has special features to mention too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tabs&lt;/strong&gt; - for separating or easy-viewing of attached files, calendar and zen pages&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidebar&lt;/strong&gt; - which includes facebook, agenda, to-do list, and address book&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star mark&lt;/strong&gt; - beside your mail to mark it just like gmail but only better and has a 4 colors to choose from&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag&lt;/strong&gt; - tag your e-mails&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spam box&lt;/strong&gt; - in case you received spam&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Archives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Search bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clean interface&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Zenbe is still on beta, you could try it yourself. &lt;a href="http://www.zenbe.com/" target="_blank"&gt;It's free&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-8254690574154627790?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8254690574154627790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=8254690574154627790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8254690574154627790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8254690574154627790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/zenbe-new-generation-webmail-client.html' title='Zenbe - A new generation webmail client'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SD0Kh6dlSVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yUp7Yl9PQjI/s72-c/zenbe%202_thumb%5B5%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-8452837069761898228</id><published>2008-05-27T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:35:18.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Home, finally~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:a76a777f-3e53-4dc0-a98d-3f329e506ccd" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDwPWKdlSSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SLFmW-fIbFw/funny-dog-pictures-sick-in-bed-cough-8x6.jpg" title="Me is tired.I miss him T_T" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDwPZKdlSTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_FZnA3lcDvA/funny-dog-pictures-sick-in-bed-cough%5B441%5D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I was never in a mood to go to camping anyway because I was so sick! Up until now, I've took my meds 3 times a day. Spend most of the day sleeping, and putting ice on my head. It's been almost a week and my flu never goes away, my colds gone from worse to worst. I walk limping, or rather my whole body turned point blank. I'm at my limit already &lt;img alt="cry" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/7899/ccryca6.gif" /&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I wasn't able to go to camp with my body in it's unstable condition. I'm getting dizzy everyday. I could feel my head popping a nerve. I wonder why. Is this a part of the tonsils..I wonder.&lt;img alt="jaw drop" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/2800/cdisbeliefng4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I really missed Klintt even if I was just staying there like hours or so, but even if I was at peace in mind a little booger just keeps on strangling me. If only I could kick my partner's head then I'd be the happiest girl out there. Anyway, communication was harsh, so I thought Cell phones were not allowed. I guess I misread the print, I was begging at my friends to let me borrow their phones even for a second. And I was relieved that Klintt called several times..(yay!). Even if were talking for 5 seconds, At least I'm not homesick by listening to his cute voice. &lt;strike&gt;Hope he could sing me a song someday..ha!. &lt;img alt="loved" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6672/clovewe0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; I just want to hold his hands like this [1:24]&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epUk3T2Kfno&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-8452837069761898228?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8452837069761898228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=8452837069761898228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8452837069761898228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8452837069761898228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-finally.html' title='Home, finally~!'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDwPZKdlSTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_FZnA3lcDvA/s72-c/funny-dog-pictures-sick-in-bed-cough%5B441%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-7633192662652093616</id><published>2008-05-25T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:32:28.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Matsuri at Mandaue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="200" alt="P1010008" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDlpB6dlSQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xKI-4UYJa7M/P1010008%5B18%5D.jpg" width="260" align="left" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even if it was only for a short moment, I had fun stirring up some commotions while eating spaghetti at Mandaue. Klintt was also there, even if it was just a 10 minute walk, and non-stop acting, at least I was able to see him before I will head out to camping tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Too bad I missed Santa Clara yesterday, (even if I'm trying to be positive here). I swear I imagined myself head banging on the side table, my headache just didn't stopped yesterday. It was too hot to stroll on the road, that we stopped by near the plaza, yet he was so afraid of being caught by either one of his relatives that we acted for like 50 times whenever cars and people are passing by. Right, so we didn't have that time to talk about things...too bad. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="260" alt="kono basho ni..." src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDlpD6dlSRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y5Z1H05KvRw/P1010007%5B19%5D.jpg" width="200" align="right" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;But seeing him, at least makes me inspired before I go camping at ant infested forest, beetle homed cabins and worm invaded showers tomorrow. Yup, I'm gonna be gone for a week for FCYM, with no cell phone, mp4, and manga on board. So in short, no communication, less entertaining, more on spiritual blah.... So I'm gonna miss tons of people half of them with names and the other I forgot..so yeah-yeah. Bye all! Be back on June 1!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-7633192662652093616?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7633192662652093616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=7633192662652093616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7633192662652093616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/7633192662652093616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/matsuri-at-mandaue.html' title='Matsuri at Mandaue'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDlpB6dlSQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xKI-4UYJa7M/s72-c/P1010008%5B18%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1678688626659875555</id><published>2008-05-24T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:37:47.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Take a Bow VS Take a Bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I got back into downloading some leaked and new albums from the net, when suddenly Rihanna released her new song &amp;quot;Take a bow&amp;quot; It was quite startling, bacause Leona Lewis also released a song entitled &amp;quot;Take a bow&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But to be fair, shall we tally up the differences?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rihanna&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;The lyrics were not quite good, honestly. It sounds like a girl bitching out because her boyfriend became a sudden ass, yet she called him ugly...what?!. Although some parts makes sense, I can't the emotions...really.It was too simple.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;You look so dumb right now &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Standin' outside my house Tryin' to apologize &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;You're so ugly when you cry &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Please Just cut it out &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leona&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Perfect, the song makes sense. Especially these lines. She clarified like life was like a stage,someone could actually lie to you after giving too much for that person. Make's sense why it's entitled &amp;quot;take a bow&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;So take a bow      &lt;br /&gt;Cus you've taken everything else       &lt;br /&gt;You played the part       &lt;br /&gt;And like a star you played it so well       &lt;br /&gt;So take a bow       &lt;br /&gt;Cus the scene is coming to an end       &lt;br /&gt;I gave you love       &lt;br /&gt;All you gave me was pretend       &lt;br /&gt;So now       &lt;br /&gt;Take a bow &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Leona &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rihanna&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Her voice might be unique and creative, but there's something missing. The emotion,the only thing I could spell out from the vocals were reading out letters on a paper.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leona&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;What can I say? It's not like I gave her the best spot on my reviews, but I honestly think her vocals are better! Why? If you compare it with the vocal range, she sings her songs more heartily with emotions. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Winner:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Leona&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rihanna&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Quite simple...ups and downs. Sad I say, the melody didn't matched with the lyrics. And I thought It'll be dirty, but it was sooo slow. Less musical, in short. Simple yet nice.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leona&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Balanced, and quite stunning. Musical and quite well arranged. I love listening to it over and over again.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winner:&lt;/strong&gt; Leona&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youtube Videos for actual reference.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rihanna -Take a Bow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:7ae14cd3-ac62-4c65-9d74-df8f80dfebc5" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JvVSjibRByo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JvVSjibRByo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leona Lewis - Take a Bow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:aff2aeca-ba5a-463c-9788-40ed43f7742f" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hx6gXqbDn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hx6gXqbDn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1678688626659875555?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1678688626659875555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1678688626659875555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1678688626659875555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1678688626659875555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-bow-vs-take-bow.html' title='Take a Bow VS Take a Bow'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-736116311908517347</id><published>2008-05-24T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:51:17.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Novel Works W.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDgqdadlSOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jt8ZDKhjjwE/b23ef1cc89c8b298063b80dd125272664be83e72%5B22%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="200" alt="sagishite...kokoro ni" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDgqeqdlSPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vLBB-UkbxNA/b23ef1cc89c8b298063b80dd125272664be83e72_thumb%5B20%5D.jpg" width="260" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What an annoying punishment. &amp;quot;Gotta make a novel for not listening&amp;quot; ..hmmf...you got to be kidding me! Anyway since I've&amp;#160; already started some cutbacks and sources from my old novel works. I'm at least 30% done with the whole work. Also, a computer novel game will be released [example picture on the left]. As long as I figure out on coding then probably, everything would be fine.&amp;#160; Albedz suggested the title, &amp;quot;&amp;amp; the two became one&amp;quot; but I'm still on a verge of thinking of something else. Sounds like a wedding to me. Were' using reference pictures on a game. Cg-ing would waste our time a lot more, just a simple free game using Renpy'.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Even in the last moment of their lives he gave her something to treasure, but everything did fall into the last moment. &amp;amp; she gracefully folded her arms&amp;#160; shielding the precious thing in her arms as she sleeps, everyday. She didn't forget what happened for the last 30 days of rain and fleeting thunder. For the first time she felt pure emotions, the once stoic girl felt a warm reaching to her and whispered &amp;quot;Have you regretted not spending you time like it was the last moment of your life?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mae Abigail:&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;lt;klint&amp;gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Klint Bernas:&lt;/strong&gt; hmmmm...       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mae Abigail:&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;lt;klint \&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-736116311908517347?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/736116311908517347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=736116311908517347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/736116311908517347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/736116311908517347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/novel-works-wip.html' title='Novel Works W.I.P'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDgqeqdlSPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vLBB-UkbxNA/s72-c/b23ef1cc89c8b298063b80dd125272664be83e72_thumb%5B20%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-5294039748239709800</id><published>2008-05-24T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:16:47.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web 2.0'/><title type='text'>Using Windows Live writer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm now addicted to &lt;a href="http://home.live.com/?mkt=en-ph" target="_blank"&gt;windows live stuff&lt;/a&gt; right now. I might be moving in from yahoo to MSN. The &lt;a href="http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-worse-condition.html" target="_blank"&gt;previous entry&lt;/a&gt; was written using windows live writer too!. Ok so I'm gonna test out some features if this would work out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symbols~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#165;&amp;#171;MaE&amp;#187;&amp;#165; 360&amp;#176;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="camera" src="http://spaces.live.com/rte/emoticons/camera.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="asl" src="http://spaces.live.com/rte/emoticons/asl.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="smile_regular" src="http://spaces.live.com/rte/emoticons/smile_regular.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polaroid!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:efba5bc1-2a47-4f37-98a3-b95d2cd26764" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDdrrKdlSMI/AAAAAAAAADw/k7TyP6forQs/matsuri8x6.jpg" title="" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDdrr6dlSNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/h4GApDcm5DI/matsuri6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Some mini updates~ Added new headers, now how many headers have you spotted? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Mae" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-5294039748239709800?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5294039748239709800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=5294039748239709800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5294039748239709800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/5294039748239709800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/using-windows-live-writer.html' title='Using Windows Live writer!'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sakura.kishimoto/SDdrr6dlSNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/h4GApDcm5DI/s72-c/matsuri6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3249085489908671821</id><published>2008-05-24T08:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T08:47:00.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>In a worse condition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDdjQ6dlSKI/AAAAAAAAADk/l6qRMQwLqRA/s1600-h/c91ecccf80bae77cb97d36e0e4772b4b344b941c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDdjQ6dlSKI/AAAAAAAAADk/l6qRMQwLqRA/s320/c91ecccf80bae77cb97d36e0e4772b4b344b941c.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My head is aching, my tonsils are in a bad condition, I can't sleep peacefully, my eyes are watering from pain. Lesson learned: Replace toothbrush after every 3 months.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yesterday I was soo not in a good mood that I shut off Klintt right of YM. Worst thing is, I didn't properly explained what happened! Ack, probably because it was hell of a bloody day for me that my mood didn't lighten at all. Even if I go to sleep, my head still is throbbing with migraine, even my ears almost popped out. I even caught a cold, then back pains and followed by a runny nose. Damn, It never felt good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3249085489908671821?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3249085489908671821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3249085489908671821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3249085489908671821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3249085489908671821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-worse-condition.html' title='In a worse condition'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDdjQ6dlSKI/AAAAAAAAADk/l6qRMQwLqRA/s72-c/c91ecccf80bae77cb97d36e0e4772b4b344b941c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-6158539373589701740</id><published>2008-05-23T09:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:27:44.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Update 003: Done! for the most part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDYaLqdlSJI/AAAAAAAAADc/-HzmkhWY08E/s1600-h/96f8dc2ddc4f806f927481e8b37436cbcda50058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDYaLqdlSJI/AAAAAAAAADc/-HzmkhWY08E/s320/96f8dc2ddc4f806f927481e8b37436cbcda50058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203375207152437394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/8313/cnodgv1.gif" alt="nod" title="nod" /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done with flashy site navigation on Matsuri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traditional media up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Digital media up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More information on "Matsuri" real-life school based game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done installing blogger emoticons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done fixing links&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendster blog post&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Integrating multiply blog to this site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not done yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6456/cnole1.gif" alt="tsk" title="tsk" /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rest of the content&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning up some mess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sorting some stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Game pages etc pages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music uploads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It's full of hard work..really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/8019/cconfusedda0.gif" alt="confused" title="confused" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Klint..I'm sleepy right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" alt="Mae" align="right" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-6158539373589701740?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6158539373589701740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=6158539373589701740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6158539373589701740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/6158539373589701740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/update-003-done-for-most-part.html' title='Update 003: Done! for the most part'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDYaLqdlSJI/AAAAAAAAADc/-HzmkhWY08E/s72-c/96f8dc2ddc4f806f927481e8b37436cbcda50058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-2288820039407506237</id><published>2008-05-22T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:24:42.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Loosing my focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDWODadlSII/AAAAAAAAADU/mjg-FnPw9MA/s1600-h/6e601758e072d00deb2e397f34d178149ad173db.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDWODadlSII/AAAAAAAAADU/mjg-FnPw9MA/s320/6e601758e072d00deb2e397f34d178149ad173db.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203221133790627970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a long list on my to-do list for this month, but I still wasn't able to accomplish it.School is almost here, and I slept really late the whole season.On a sidenote, I'm loosing focus on my objectives. Maybe i should wright them on a notebook. Sloth just attacked behind me and I'm loosing myself today. My goal was to finish the whole content of the site but i spentnearly 5 hours downloading images. My bad habits are here again.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6456/cnole1.gif" alt="tsk" title="tsk" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Klintt won't be here tomorrow. He's going to Mandaue again for Flores de Mayo, an old Filipino tradition where young ladies wear puffy gowns partnered with men wearing barongs. Ack, I can't stand it!, who's gonna be his partner?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/465/omfgqw2.gif" alt="piss" title="piss" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; *hides in dark corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" alt="Mae" align="right" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-2288820039407506237?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2288820039407506237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=2288820039407506237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2288820039407506237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/2288820039407506237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/loosing-my-focus.html' title='Loosing my focus'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDWODadlSII/AAAAAAAAADU/mjg-FnPw9MA/s72-c/6e601758e072d00deb2e397f34d178149ad173db.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-1647379487593101417</id><published>2008-05-22T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:17:40.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web 2.0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>IMEEM- I won't listen to you anymore</title><content type='html'>Imeem used to be my favorite social place back then. But like any good websites. worst scenarios come about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changes that I hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;30 second preview&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spamlot inbox!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No windows upload client?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Premium templates for bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slow like whoah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ads-ads ads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Profile url's are harder to memorize now that they look like youtube digits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The place is getting boring and cheesy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changes I still liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interface improved that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna upload my content there anymore. I'm still searching for more sites who are better in music player integration and streaming. I've yet to found one. But still the amount of time I've wasted there before was unhealthy I tell ya! But it ended up as a waste if time. Good luck to guys who are in imeem.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="rolleyes" title="rolleyes" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" alt="Mae" align="right" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-1647379487593101417?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1647379487593101417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=1647379487593101417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1647379487593101417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/1647379487593101417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/imeem-i-wont-listen-to-you-anymore.html' title='IMEEM- I won&apos;t listen to you anymore'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-406201591334697197</id><published>2008-05-22T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:58:49.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Summer romance vacation 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/1635/c6ab8f1889946f72f9432d0dx5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/1635/c6ab8f1889946f72f9432d0dx5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened before srv5. I just felt like posting..hehe! So we were missing each other, 2 weeks have past and we thought how about were gonna go to somewhere else again. So we decided to meet up at school after a few taunts, we finally decided to e-mall [again] &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;.We arrived at ACT university and walked forward, later did we notice that we were 5 inches away from the crossing area.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klint: Axa na diay ta?&lt;br /&gt;Mae: Ahh,manglabang mn ta dba?&lt;br /&gt;Klint:Ahh, waaa&lt;br /&gt;Mae:Hmm? ...waa..lapas nta!&lt;br /&gt;Klint:Haha..ikaw mn gud!&lt;br /&gt;Mae:Ngee...dba ni sunud ku nimu?&lt;br /&gt;Klint:Cge gd aku~&lt;br /&gt;Mae:Ai,kta lng duha &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived inside the mall, so we went to the new building and rest on a bench. we talked and keep on teasing each other. I really wanted him to sing me a song, but he was too shy so I requested him the usual thing we do when he's in Mandaue, the girly fly kiss. You should see the look on his face, it was priceless! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched the movies! We picked Iron Man, and when we entered the cinema, it was crowded with people. Too many people that we transfered downstairs. The air con was cold and our seats were near the screen so we were like this (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;). I fed him some chippy till he bit my fingers, it was more like it tickles than it hurts &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_redface.gif" alt="redface" title="redface" height="15" width="15" /&gt;. Also he was speechless..and looked pale. Haha, he never mentioned he bit my fingers. So i gave him a bit of a surprise on the cheeks. And he was more silent that ever &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;. Then he muttered a word, then said nothing after. I swear I heard myself snickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed hanging out with him. I want an encore.. lol. We went home, kinda early too. We were exhausted so we went to sleep after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2470/maesigjd6.jpg" alt="Mae" align="right" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-406201591334697197?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/406201591334697197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=406201591334697197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/406201591334697197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/406201591334697197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-romance-vacation-6.html' title='Summer romance vacation 6'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-3769772820163496209</id><published>2008-05-22T09:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:41:32.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Update 002: Almost Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDTKvCvDTnI/AAAAAAAAADM/4VRduT429-M/s1600-h/6a299e3bac7d347948697ac2f8d42a1f521da9d6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDTKvCvDTnI/AAAAAAAAADM/4VRduT429-M/s400/6a299e3bac7d347948697ac2f8d42a1f521da9d6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203006379056647794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired with all that editing..sheesh. Almost done, now I need to re-do some links and post some pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Editing the icons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Fixing some bugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Adding a "read more" splice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Adding a counter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;About page done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Secrets (40%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Headers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To do later:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendster announcement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rainbow navigation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music uploads/rotation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plot/story about matsuri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graphics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scanning some artwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-3769772820163496209?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3769772820163496209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=3769772820163496209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3769772820163496209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/3769772820163496209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/update-002-almost-done.html' title='Update 002: Almost Done'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDTKvCvDTnI/AAAAAAAAADM/4VRduT429-M/s72-c/6a299e3bac7d347948697ac2f8d42a1f521da9d6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492629755077585467.post-8513675558437097697</id><published>2008-05-20T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:01:10.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tutorial'/><title type='text'>Renders: Transparent PNG's</title><content type='html'>Good grief! I tried this self-changing motivation that I planned for this feast! [year]. Throw away your bad habits and start with better ones. So i started re-downloading some stuff starting with renders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are renders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renders are extracted pictures used mostly for forum signatures or web designing.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a nifty example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDL0hSvDTlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6xMKVMMoZmA/s1600-h/gallery_24418_2_467715.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDL0hSvDTlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6xMKVMMoZmA/s320/gallery_24418_2_467715.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202489372368391762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a render is uploaded to your favorite editing programs like Adobe photoshop, the background would be transparent. Perfect to work on. Renders are in .png format for high-quality transparency and image usage. That's why they are heavy. On resource sites they are usually called PNG extract, render, cut, or cut-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's so special about these renders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could make a neat design on these renders like this signature over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDL08ivDTmI/AAAAAAAAADE/XPwpptW7lhw/s1600-h/sakimichi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDL08ivDTmI/AAAAAAAAADE/XPwpptW7lhw/s320/sakimichi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202489840519827042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How the hell did you do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are many tutorials posted about forum signatures, you could just google them if you want! And you'll be needing these simple aspects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photoshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basic Skill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C4d render&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stock render&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And that's all for today's round-up tutorial, i need to design my blog before i run out of time for the official move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1492629755077585467-8513675558437097697?l=matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8513675558437097697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1492629755077585467&amp;postID=8513675558437097697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8513675558437097697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492629755077585467/posts/default/8513675558437097697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsuridaisuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/renders-transparent-pngs.html' title='Renders: Transparent PNG&apos;s'/><author><name>Sakimichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633454208322156647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDBA2ivDTcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fQUPy_TCvpU/S220/364d6ec1b4d84541900c16aa0527df0ab5fd99c2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiJpfgn2SYg/SDL0hSvDTlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6xMKVMMoZmA/s72-c/gallery_24418_2_467715.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
