<?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-5585669384344790448</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:04:48.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could go play the fool for you o.o</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-5087992548381590777</id><published>2009-10-26T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:47:51.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the truth and I want it now.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. You've been saying that you've been telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;But what is this feeling. Why can't I believe.&lt;br /&gt;What is this doubt. That you just don't want to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously I'm already hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just say it all. Why not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for anything. I've been ready ever since.&lt;br /&gt;I've been hurting and if I find out the complete truth.&lt;br /&gt;I know I shall be free. No more ache for me yes.&lt;br /&gt;Well honestly there will still be hurt. But c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't believe that there's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't just believe that.&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;And proof ? I'm the second option when we're all together.&lt;br /&gt;You never notice me until I lose my smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;It's wrong. I need to learn to control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;But have you ever thought how hard it is ?&lt;br /&gt;I can't even explain the feeling. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;And all I'm living with now is a Sad Face. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-5087992548381590777?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5087992548381590777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=5087992548381590777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5087992548381590777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5087992548381590777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-face.html' title='Sad face.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4593992684932298923</id><published>2009-09-25T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:47:58.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;And as the clouds begin to shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Tiny droplets fall calmly on my flushed cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;No. Not even this will stop me from the singing,&lt;br /&gt;The strumming--the updraft beating. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5585669384344790448-4593992684932298923?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4593992684932298923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4593992684932298923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4593992684932298923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4593992684932298923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-as-clouds-begin-to-shadow-tiny.html' title=''/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6326228624567746818</id><published>2009-09-08T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:05:10.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiz iz the wiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Yeh, it's late and I haven't really started Diag yet, ha ha. I'm sleeepy omg. This is just gonna be a random post. I haven't done this for a long time now, ha ha ha. I think. Anyway... I just had a lil chitchat with Andy on YiM. Ha ha ha, twas short but really funny. Lalang, LOLed in real life, sillehhh. Ha ha. I'm also thinking about the band that Angela and I are planning to form. Daamm we so wanna pursue this shiz ha ha. She wants to compose music that are sorta kinda like a mixture of Paramore, The academy is, Rooney, and the like ha ha. I really unno the other bands, so i'mma hafta listen to em real soon. We're planning to put up ads so that we'd be able to find a drummer and bassist. loool. I'm seriously excited ha ha cause I think this is the first time that I talked to someone who's so eager to have a band. A pretty serious one. I'm so in and I will put much love and loyalty on it as it will be my first independent band. Waha cheesy meme. :D So Yeh, gadammit my PC is still sickkk... i've been on safe mode for almost a week now, but it doesn't rreally matter. It won't hinder me from going online ha ha ha. though i wanna have this fixed soon. I can't do anything else, but FB and Yim ! Ha ha o weell. 0mg I have this new crush ha haha. Head turner maaan. We were just walking around carpark, then wapak. XD Ha ha ha. I've been starstruck. LOL. I gootaa know this person soon ha ha will go to the mr. and ms. psych shoot this Sat. hopefully I'd have time to do so, ha ha. We're actually gonna start with rehearsals for talent pool since we're gonna be the background music for the entire psych pageant on the 25th of September. ha ha Daddeh's gonna get so tired, I think he has almost all the sets as the lead guitarist. i'm looking forward to hearing more of him and the other members as well, ha ha ha. It's almost 1am now, dammit. I better sleep and just wake up early tomorrowwww ha ha. sleeping late won't do me good, i'd just make my fail-death in diag closer to me if I sleep later tonight. ha ha. Omg I think I'm not making sense anymore. Ummm. Yeh i have a new crush. anyway get over it memeeee ha ha ha ha. i'm struggling with sax, ha ha Ive no music sheet of good jazz songs, since I'm not really a jazzy person, ha ha. I wish to go to Sax Lessons soon in alabang. I hope mum calls em up real soon. I'm wasting time, learning nothing here (exclude academic crap). Ha ha ha. omg guys have you seen the new Ps3 Slim ? lalang crazy. It's so thin, ha ha but I still love mine. Contentment. LOL. JEKA HOW CAN I BE CONTENTED IF I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANYBODY ? :)) Ha ha ha just had to point that out. Oh i'm also excited about the room downstairs, ha ha. Mum said I can have it... so I'mma make a room design for it. then yeah she'd follow my design -- if she likes it. Ha ha ha. UHhh yeeeeh, my plan's to put my tv and games there. plus all of my instruments ha ha. then build up bookshelves on the walls. thennnn maybe put my pc there as well. it's like a playroom for me LOL. Yeh yeh and my bedroom would stay neat at last, ha ha. I wanna put a sofabed as well (ok sofa if no sofabed). AND I WANT IT TO BE A SOUNDPROOF ROOM LOL. How i wish Mameh would grant my wish on that ha haha. and yeahhh i think it's gonna be a nice comfy room, where i'd hang out when Ive nothing to do. I wish i could get drums though and put it there. I also have this confusion ha ha. I wanna ask for a drumset, but I want a nice acoustic guitar too. BUT I want a nice electric guitar ha ha ha (I saw one in filinvest, omg it's so smexy. it's all black) and I kinda want a cello or violin ha ha. but then again, i would disregard all these this christmas if Dad would get me a car. HA HA oh please ive been asking for one since eternity. -.- Anyway I wish I could ask ALDRED (HA HA HA) for room designs. I want the room to have this modern-ish fine classic feel. ha ha, i unno how to make it like that but yeah. I'mma try making my own design first then show it to interior designers and architects (like aldred HA HA). Omg i should go now, enough of this randomness. SLeep sleeep DIAG PASS DIAG. Ganight, CHEERS MATE :) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sooooo gorgeous. ha ha ha 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-6326228624567746818?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6326228624567746818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6326228624567746818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6326228624567746818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6326228624567746818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/09/shiz-iz-wiz.html' title='Shiz iz the wiz.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-1756708932896448332</id><published>2009-09-08T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:38:44.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOYA MOYA HA HA. Adik.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It flows,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can make it stop...&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;Just simply let it out...&lt;br /&gt;A fresh spring,&lt;br /&gt;As waters fall from the top.&lt;br /&gt;This old tree,&lt;br /&gt;Left is none to know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain scenery.&lt;br /&gt;There's more than just sight...&lt;br /&gt;That golden barrel,&lt;br /&gt;A mere metal, soon to rust...&lt;br /&gt;A full moon night,&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy yet not so bright.&lt;br /&gt;Cover it with leather,&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said it's wrong to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say my name,&lt;br /&gt;I did, i did not.&lt;br /&gt;Don't need a game...&lt;br /&gt;Blame not my realized plot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Silver Linings are true of me.&lt;br /&gt;(Was.Will.Always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha ha ha it's a random crap poem I made earlier during Indus Lec, ha ha. I just had to let out two matters that was bugging me deeply, while enjoying Mam's cuteness, wahah. She's so cute, omg. More stories, plox ? :D Ha ha anyway, just go figure out the meaning of this. It's sorta kinda lame, but yeh. Every word means something, every comma, every period. Ha ha ha gay meme. So There. Cheers !&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-1756708932896448332?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1756708932896448332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=1756708932896448332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1756708932896448332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1756708932896448332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/09/moya-moya-ha-ha-adik.html' title='MOYA MOYA HA HA. Adik.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4213500176129260300</id><published>2009-08-29T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:01:49.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST IN HAPHAZARD SYMPHONIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SO JEKO, MY BLOG IS NOT DEAD, K ? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA, ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had our Talent Pool auditions. The text said be there by 8am... and I knew I was gonna be late. I reached UST around 8.30am and Daddeh Ivan arrived around 8.40am... Yes we thought we were late, but then again, we weren't ! Ha ha. Lucky lucky. No one else auditioned - only Ivan and I. And daaaaamn, dadd was AMAZING. Everyone got star-struck. :)) Ha ha ha, as expected from Daddeh. :) Hmmm. It was now my turn, and CRAP I dint know what to play and as you know, I dun really play songs that I know. All I do at home is strum and pluck and crap random chords and notes. BUT YEH, I was surprised to hear that we both got in right after that. HA HA HA. We had Group Dynamics and the GA was quite fun even though we were only around 9 people there. It's nice to be around people who share the same passion for music. :) Made me happy happy. Ha ha ha. Talent Pool will have LOTS of activities this year. I'm seriously excited. Also, Ate Sacha, our TP President I think, told me to go to CSJ on Tuesday and she's gonna ask someone to give me a test for Literature. I hope I get in even though my way of writing is weird and full of self-expression. :D Ha ha. TP people are really kind. :) Well, after that I bought CHEESEBUGAH DELUXE from McDo, then went straight home. Ha ha ha. I was so full of thoughts about music during my travel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A need to learn more, to improve, to explore... and have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha ha ha. SO WHEN I REACHED HOME, I GRABBED MY ACOUSTIC G, ELECTRIC G, AND SAXOPHONE... I HAD TO PRACTICE. So much for inspiration. Ha ha. :)) For my acoustic, I'm practicing my plucking and strumming skills. For my electric, I'm memorizing every note of each fret, and practicing my picking and scales. WELL WITH THE SAX, I've had this for around 3 years now, and I never had the energy to study it. But yeah. Yesterday I studied through the internet... and I feel great now. :) I know the basics. And finally, I know how to play Happy Birthday song. :)) HA HA. Silly YES. BUT damn, it's harder than I thought. Proper blowing and fingering, urg. I wish to improve. My next pieces are Twinkle twinkle and Moon River. :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's the sample of my HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! :)) Obviously, I sound like a total beginner, so forgive me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDY5NTEyMDg3MjkmcHQ9MTI*Njk1MTIxMTU3MyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="song_id=38995" height="112" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="size:0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/wateverb/music/happburfday"&gt;HappBurfday&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. Remember my Ocarina ? I recorded Puff The Magic Dragon song weeks ago. Lemme share it as well. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDY5NTAxODg4NTQmcHQ9MTI*Njk1MTI*NTk2NyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1jMWM1ZjA*MGNhNTc*ZGNhODEzYTMxNjlhMTcwNThkZiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="song_id=38997" height="112" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="size:0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/wateverb/music/puff-the-magic-dragon"&gt;Puff The Magic Dragon&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thanks to Towi's blog for the Muziboo.com Lol.-&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5585669384344790448-4213500176129260300?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4213500176129260300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4213500176129260300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4213500176129260300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4213500176129260300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-in-haphazard-symphonies.html' title='LOST IN HAPHAZARD SYMPHONIES'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7230117847606415035</id><published>2009-07-30T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:18:17.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love to anger... please no ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why these beats are for you,&lt;br /&gt;Why I shiver at the thought of you,&lt;br /&gt;Why ask me if you know it's true ?&lt;br /&gt;And when it's just us two,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the warmth of cherry blossoms around me.&lt;br /&gt;Each falling petal; a piece of me.&lt;br /&gt;They continue to fall on fields of flowers...&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm feeling tiny rocks beneath my toes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a simple dandelion in your astonishing patio,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, hoping; sighs given off, a signal of surrender.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't stop my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7230117847606415035?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7230117847606415035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7230117847606415035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7230117847606415035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7230117847606415035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-to-anger-please-no.html' title='Love to anger... please no ?'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4389671853814605323</id><published>2009-07-26T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:06:03.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever gives a damn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate displacement.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that displacement of emotions exists.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I feel as if I'm a dupe of this so called displacement shiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I hate the reality that I am actually creating.&lt;br /&gt;NO TRUTH CAN I EVER FIND, NOT AMAZING AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4389671853814605323?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4389671853814605323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4389671853814605323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4389671853814605323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4389671853814605323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoever-gives-damn.html' title='Whoever gives a damn.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7038995541410918963</id><published>2009-07-12T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:05:40.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wapak again !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoever believed in fantasies,&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find a way to break free ?&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking how the stars found my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music and you'll know if it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like minute droplets on my sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wonder what we could be ?&lt;br /&gt;But now my heart isn't ready at all,&lt;br /&gt;To pick up the pieces you left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever find a way to get to you once again,&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have a chance to grab a new piece of you ?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you are more than what I see,&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, i'm not that special, I can't go deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chorvae !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7038995541410918963?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7038995541410918963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7038995541410918963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7038995541410918963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7038995541410918963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/07/wapak-again.html' title='Wapak again !'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7816632291820316985</id><published>2009-06-30T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:11:21.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need not to give in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If time would have chances to stop, I would choose the moments when I am closest to your heart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wrote this today at school... on my armchair. :)) Bully was so responsible, she scolded me for vandalizing and tried to remove it with wet tissue right away. I did not get the chance to copy the exact words properly. She's so not a Bully no ? Ha ha ha. Just kidding. School is such a surreal blur... and I have no idea why I never forget that phrase -- surreal blur. Cady Heron said that in the movie Mean Girls, and Grachie also used that phrase in one of our stories back in Highschool. Now that I think of it, I really miss Highschool right now, ha ha ha. I always will; Almost everyone does. It's the place where you can really be your childish carefree self. You don't need to study soooo hard 'cause you actually understand your lessons... you won't even notice it. Well, you get my point I suppose... I hope. Ha ha. Anyhow, I'm getting really sick of school now. One major thing that I hate is commuting -- I always say this. BUT REALLY IT SUCKS. Especially in the morning, you get so sweaty inside the FX... at the same time, the sweat of the other passengers stick to your blouse too. How cool is that ? D:&lt; I want to go dorming now or better, apartmenting. Ha ha ha. LOVE is such a strong word ! I just had to let that out. I just feel like a complete fool lately, trying so hard to yknow, BLAH. But now, just like LOVE, I should be strong in a way that I will keep in mind the thought that giving in is inevitable, but controllable. Wapak ! I don't think I made sense. LOL. WELL... ''Kung ayaw, 'wag pilitin.'' -- Eto lang naman kailangan ko tandaan di ba ? di ba ? :| Whatever. You know who you are, you always knew. I can't handle words that do not come from the heart anymore. Wapak. CHEERS MATE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7816632291820316985?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7816632291820316985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7816632291820316985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7816632291820316985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7816632291820316985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/06/need-not-to-give-in.html' title='Need not to give in...'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-3129696171242524126</id><published>2009-06-21T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T05:42:56.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a boat... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this song at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Heart-warming lyrics and great melody. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ik8J9L5rJnc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/ik8J9L5rJnc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-3129696171242524126?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3129696171242524126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=3129696171242524126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/3129696171242524126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/3129696171242524126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-like-boat.html' title='Life is like a boat... :)'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-726776803483331197</id><published>2009-06-20T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:59:32.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust to dust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAE.&lt;br /&gt;Ang kalat ng room ko. :[&lt;br /&gt;Ang dusty pa, parang never nilinis ni Ate Lita buong summer. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-726776803483331197?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/726776803483331197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=726776803483331197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/726776803483331197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/726776803483331197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/06/dust-to-dust.html' title='Dust to dust...'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8491007361549836359</id><published>2009-06-17T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:27:31.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooooosh ---</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Di bale nalang kayaaaa ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HA HA HA. LSS GRABE. :))&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Your eyes. :x&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8491007361549836359?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8491007361549836359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8491007361549836359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8491007361549836359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8491007361549836359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/06/woooooosh.html' title='Woooooosh ---'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8336598603977603207</id><published>2009-06-09T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:26:52.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wapak !</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-IqQZrWkex8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/-IqQZrWkex8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8336598603977603207?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8336598603977603207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8336598603977603207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8336598603977603207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8336598603977603207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/06/wapak.html' title='Wapak !'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-3348583051113268966</id><published>2009-06-09T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:08:51.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N u i .</title><content type='html'>My life's pretty messed up at the moment. Seriously. Lol. One big reason is my insomnia... it's so hard to sleep ! I think I only got less than 10 hours of sleep for two days now. Today, I fell asleep around 8am and was bothered by the doorbell a few hours later. LBC man wouldn't stop ! D:&lt; The heck. Ate Lita was out that time... so I had to stand up and yeah. Delivery guy was complaining that he's been there for a long time already... I guess I have the right to complain too that I lack sleep bigtime. Lol. It feels awful really... I feel tired, but I can't sleep. I try to close my eyes for minutes-hours, but it would hurt after a while. Blah. So anyway, I'm really bored here at home. I wish I could just get out of the house anytime that I want, but I can't. Even though Mum's abroad, I still can't. How great. D:&lt; Lol. Well, I'm still happy with music -- gives me peace when all goes rubbish. I really want to get a violin and ocarina right now. Ha ha. Especially the ocarina 'cause I can bring it anywhere. I can play anytime. I know it'll make me happy 'cause it gives off this very relaxing, peaceful sound. Ha ha ha, ok meme what the heck. Hmmm. My favorite music right now is called 'Distant Promise' from the PS game 'Xenogears'. :) Listen to this people... very heart-warming. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuFZZ3ZOwk4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/MuFZZ3ZOwk4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to play that; however, my piano is broken. Stupid rats, eating anything they see. -_- Lol. Hmmm what else. Well, if you guys want more music, just tell me. I've a list of the best ones... my favorite ones. :) I'm actually planning to give my Lit prof a copy of these as a sign of my appreciation for her deep, great knowledge and kindness. :D Ha ha ha. Listen to this toooooo ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlYmhEeTNok&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=F900783FF20D17E7&amp;playnext=1&amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;index=12 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Just copy and paste, he he. It's called 'Spring Breeze/Spring Wind' from the anime 'Clannad'. :) Sorry for my nonsense, but I think typing and typing random stuff here is making me feel better tonight... ha ha. Just as usual, I still get stuck with emotions and I hate it. I just hate it. Everything feels so messed up right now 'cause of my emotions. I can't seem to find that spark of happiness. It's tiring. Ha ha. Very very tiring. Right now, I just wish I could find that person... whoever that person is... where I can give all the care that I wanna give, all the trust, understanding, love... without being pushed away or set aside. But it's hard. 'Cause it can't really be just anybody... and you guys know what I mean by that. Lol. Anywho. I'm off to rubbish. Oh yeah, early today... I was able to compose my very first song. I mean, without the help of anybody in less than an hour. :D I was kinda sorta full of joy that time. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-3348583051113268966?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3348583051113268966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=3348583051113268966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/3348583051113268966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/3348583051113268966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/06/n-u-i.html' title='N u i .'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6672779273635009409</id><published>2009-06-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:50:12.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gate 35 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miracles do happen. Lol ! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-6672779273635009409?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6672779273635009409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6672779273635009409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6672779273635009409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6672779273635009409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/06/gate-35.html' title='Gate 35 !'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2757783919043992985</id><published>2009-06-03T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:06:24.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars cars... Bullcraps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F-ck cars. F-ck driving. F-ck it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2757783919043992985?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2757783919043992985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2757783919043992985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2757783919043992985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2757783919043992985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/06/cars-cars-bullcraps.html' title='Cars cars... Bullcraps.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7251058919689747979</id><published>2009-05-29T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:39:16.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;BATA. I got something nice for you. :&gt; Sana magustuhan mo. Lol. Parang PM lang e... Ha ha. But I said that 'cause I like the quote na nakasulat. Thanks to you, nabasa ko. :o It's really short and most likely boring for a lot of people. Neverthelessssss, inspiring for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Today is tomorrow's future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O, no negative reactions.&lt;br /&gt;Maganda naman yung quote ah, diba. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7251058919689747979?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7251058919689747979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7251058919689747979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7251058919689747979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7251058919689747979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoho.html' title='Hoho.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8411704668503313001</id><published>2009-05-29T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:21:00.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Breeze (!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yqyuvYrnS_Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yqyuvYrnS_Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an anime called La Corda d'Oro. You guys should watch it. Ha ha. It's almost all about music... and it'll make you want to play the violin, flute, cello, and what not. They play lots of classical songs too... which is really neat. XD Well. Due to my ever addiction to this anime, I forgot that I had the stove on. And yeah... just figure out what happened next. -.- Angry mother alert ! :)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8411704668503313001?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8411704668503313001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8411704668503313001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8411704668503313001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8411704668503313001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/05/brand-new-breeze.html' title='Brand New Breeze (!)'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-5969696449592089630</id><published>2009-05-22T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:52:22.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling Special ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whooooooooooo. I'unno what to say. I just feel... blah. :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm watching Family Guy right now. I've been watching this show everyday. &lt;br&gt;I find it really amusing. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-5969696449592089630?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5969696449592089630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=5969696449592089630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5969696449592089630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5969696449592089630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulling-special.html' title='Pulling Special ...'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2021095903757251119</id><published>2009-05-21T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T05:02:56.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyday nalang... La lang. I just can't get over it. A scar that will remain 'til I decompose. Lol. Tae talaga. I'm so dumb... very very very dumb. Nothing can stop me from thinking like that. Kasi naman, I had many chances para makabawi... but I lost 'em all. Dahil lang sa dumbness and carelessness ko. -Sniff- Lol, drama. I hatechu BMA. :c I'll only feel better once I become a regular kid again... if not, I'll prolly get over this as soon as I graduate. Gusto ko lang talaga grumaduate naaaa. Crap. So sick of school life. So sick of Psychology. Feels like I'm punishing myself in this Major. Fuck. ¬ ¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2021095903757251119?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2021095903757251119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2021095903757251119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2021095903757251119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2021095903757251119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/05/fail.html' title='FAIL.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6712637933416313143</id><published>2009-05-20T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:24:05.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to change -- a little.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I'm singing random stuff,&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'll never hear 'em all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause what we had was just a song."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I wrote a month ago. Ha ha. I brought my bond papers with me... I wrote so many things during that 'over' period... and it makes me feel heavy reading 'em all. :)) Anyway. Life's been really easy for me lately. I wake up, make brunch for myself, go online/play harvest moon; sometimes we go out to places and just yknow... shop like there's no tomorrow. Lol. Well, I'm starting to like shopping for clothes. Mum's influence, really. XD But it's really fun, especially when Mum pays for it... Yeh... Though it gets quite depressing when I'm the one to pay for my own item. Parents should pay our 'needs'. :)) YES, clothes are great... but not as great as game stations. :)) Loads of Ps3 games, and other stuff there. I'm really hoping right now that I'd be granted a Nintendo Wii. It'd be really nice, fun to have one. I have so much on my list, however they all cost a lot... meaning, it's -really- impossible for me to get 'em all... which is why... the future is important; success is a choice. LOL. :)) Crap. Nonsense post. Oh Yeh, SportsDirect.com is my fave shop right now. So nice... :D BUT I just usually window shop -- not much zenny to throw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-6712637933416313143?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6712637933416313143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6712637933416313143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6712637933416313143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6712637933416313143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-to-change-little.html' title='I need to change -- a little.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8815368751077356920</id><published>2009-05-12T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:58:46.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0h CM0N (!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am effin sick right now. Dry colds (Yes, dry), sore throat, aching body, and all that crap. : I am hating it big time. I can't stop up for a long time, all I want is to sit/lie down, feel cozy, and blah. I just wanna get healed soon 'cause this is scaring me. Kinda. -.- I really need to sleep early, but I just can't leave the internet. Lol. POKER. @_@!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8815368751077356920?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8815368751077356920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8815368751077356920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8815368751077356920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8815368751077356920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/05/0h-cm0n_12.html' title='0h CM0N (!)'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2368641029928719349</id><published>2009-05-12T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:49:10.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0h CM0N.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2368641029928719349?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2368641029928719349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2368641029928719349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2368641029928719349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2368641029928719349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/05/0h-cm0n.html' title='0h CM0N.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4490136947968289601</id><published>2009-05-06T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:08:55.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ji Cun Xi - Moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe that a simple comment from you would still keep me from frowning for n-minutes. Is this for real ? It's thrilling though. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ell me if this is right, if you're still there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause - iMissYouSoMuch.&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4490136947968289601?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4490136947968289601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4490136947968289601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4490136947968289601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4490136947968289601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/05/ji-cun-xi-moment.html' title='Ji Cun Xi - Moment.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6232590774224773787</id><published>2009-05-05T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:06:15.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>England 2009 - Volume 1: Plight For Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Bring Yourself to Nature.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 28, Tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I had my travel to England. We departed around 1am, Philippine time and arrived London Heathrow Airport 8pm, Philippine time. 19 hours of travel... and honestly, I was really irritated during the latter part. Imagine sitting around for hours - so not my thing. :)) Well, the food was o-kay. We only had one meal and a snack per flight... which wasn't really nice. But the Tv Screen that I had infront of me was the best. LOL. On the first plane - stop over in Abu Dhabi - I watched Twilight and Monsters Inc. Ha ha ha. There were other movies available that I haven't watched yet like Benjamin Button, Secret Life of Bees, but they were too dull for me to watch on a plane. Lol, anywho I wanna be a vampire to get powers. :)) Ha ha. So we stopped by Abu Dhabi for 2 hours to change plane. And from Abu Dhabi to London Heathrow, I watched Marley &amp;amp; Me, Dexter's Lab, and a part of A Very Special Love - there was no time to finish it.[Marley &amp;amp; Me was really nice... tear-jerker. T_T] The static was terrible, the food wasn't that satisfying, but ALAS the flight was over. We then saw Kuya Lake - my cousin - and he brought us to his humble abode. But damn...Before his house, the parking lot was heaven for me. HA HA. There were Benz, BMW, Peugeot, Audi, etc. everywhere ! And all I could do was stare. LOLs.:)) The 2 hour drive to Kent was great. All I did was observe the cars around and well... be amazed by the scenery. Different shades of trees + grassy plains + hills + cowssheephorses = LOVE. :D No words can explain how nature moved me here. :) We fetched Maria and Ate Jane from school - went to the mall to eat dinner - reached home and slept like there's no tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bow. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I mention that there was a really GORGEOUS salesperson in Abu Dhabi ? 0MG. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: Success is in your hands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 29, 2009 - Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Funny how I slept yesterday and the sun was still up... and when I woke up, it was still up. :)) Anyway. Today, dumdumdudummm... we went to London ! Ha ha ha. If you're wondering, Kuya Lake's place is in Tunbridge Wells - Kent, which is around 7 stations from London Bridge Station. Quite far. So we arrived London and bought tickets for the bus tours... and the tour was amazing. xD I finally met Big Ben, The Parliament's House. :)) I also saw London Eye, London Bridge, Buckingham Palace ! We also went in Harrods, the most luxurious mall in London. LV, Coach, Fendi, Prada, etc. Too expensive -- you wouldn't even want to check out the prices. LOL. After the Bus Tours - we didn't finish it due to lack of time - we rode the cruise and saw St. Catherine's Cathedral... actually, we saw lots of buildings and stuff, but I can't really remember the names. SO YEH. :)) We went home around 8pm and the sun was still up. I found out today that sun sets here at around 9pm. 0.0 Ha ha. Reached home, then slumber. Bow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I SAW A BLACK LAMBORGHINI ! AND A RED FERRARI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Don't fret, mi love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 30, 2009 - Thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was a normal rest day for us. We stayed at home, ate and ate and ate... and slacked off with the bed sheets for almost the entire day. Ha ha. Kuya Lake has wi-fi which... so I took the opportunity and went online using my cellphone. So I was on the bed... chatting with Rej. Laughing our asses off 'cause of that cookbook topic. Lols. :)) When evening was coming, Mum and I stayed in Kuya Lake's room with his wife Ate Jane, and daughter Maria. We were watching TFC - Tayong Dalawa, Santino show, and Kambal sa Uma. Nice teleseryes, seriously. xD Ha ha. And suddenly, Kuya Lake was like... "If di mo na talaga mapigilan, basta don't forget condoms." - LOL. We suddenly talked about pre-marital sex and how I should keep myself safe. Ha ha. Funny convo. :P Bow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You texted me that afternoon... I really wished I could be there to comfort you. Everything will soon be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4: You linger in me like my wanting for fried chicken (!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 01, 2009 - Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually had a chat with Colin and John today. I met them through the internet yearsssssss before and they both live here in England. John is from Hertfordshire, Colin is from Wednes. I thought about meeting them... Ha ha. John said we could meet in London and he could tour me around the Museum. Sounds really fun, but honestly I'm quite scared. It's gonna be in London and it's gonna be the first time that I meet him. Gets ? :)) Ha ha. BUT -- I'd really like to meet him. Ha ha. We have back-up plan though. He's gonna go to the airport before I leave, just to see me and say bye. :) On the other hand, I am ready to meet Colin. He's quite old, but a really good man. Mum knows him too. Ha ha. He's like a dad to me and yeh... :D SO after chatting with them, Kuya Lake brought us to Bluewater. It's actually a mall. Lol. We just roamed around and Kuya Lake was really generous. He bought me the perfume that I like. ^^ It's the Jennifer Lopez perfume. You guys should try it... it smells really sweet. :) We then ate lunch and headed home. Tada. Home. Bow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I betted 10 pounds for Pacman. K.O. rounds 7-9. =o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5: No song that I can sing, but I could try for your heart. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 02, 2009 - Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brighton was great. The fish and chips was really yummy. And the hot choco damaged my tongue. -.- Lol. It was really fun, ha ha. There were lots of sea gulls flying across the windy sky. The beach was quite funny. They dint have sand... instead twas full of stones. Smooth stones of different colors. :)) Ha ha. We were walking by the beach, and I was eating ice cream. I wasn't really feeling cold, but my hands were numb. Ha ha ha. I'd love to come back there and have some fish and chips again. :D When we reached home, Neil was already there waiting for us. He's gonna stay for the night, then leave tomorrow to Liverpool... to meet his siblings. Kuya Lake and his friends had beer and BBQ. I was inside the Kuya Lake's room on the airbed. Boxing started at 10pm... and the main event -Hatton v Pacquiao- started at 4.30am. Can you believe that. I waited so long. =_= Ha ha. And the wait wasn't worth it AT ALL. PACAM WHY PUT HATTON DOWN IN 2 ROUNDS. &gt;:[ But congratulations. 5.30am was bedtime for me. o.o Bow. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have I told you guys how naughty Maria is ? 0mg. She's 5 and yeah. T_T Kids are cute, but it's really annoying to deal with the naughty ones. All I could do every time is act neutral. Sigh. :)) I SAW A MUSTANG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-6232590774224773787?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6232590774224773787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6232590774224773787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6232590774224773787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6232590774224773787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/05/england-2009-volume-1-plight-for-change.html' title='England 2009 - Volume 1: Plight For Change.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8821463752432494923</id><published>2009-04-23T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:45:04.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pending Melo :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been trying to compose a song... but the problem is... I can't write the verses. :)) The heck. I am so running out of words. XD Ha ha ha. May tono na Chorus and Bridge. So Yeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this isn't about the way we used to be (I'll be okay),&lt;br /&gt;Cause this isn't about those midnight calls (They were great).&lt;br /&gt;You know I did all I could,&lt;br /&gt;To make you happy... with me.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm left with nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll make it somehow,&lt;br /&gt;All alone beneath this late night sky.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me, we'll  be friends somehow,&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I ain't leaving my heart...&lt;br /&gt;Anymore. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought I've moved on,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I always will.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought the love is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I always will.&lt;br /&gt;You know I did all I could,&lt;br /&gt;To make you happy... with me.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm left with nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chorvae lang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8821463752432494923?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8821463752432494923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8821463752432494923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8821463752432494923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8821463752432494923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/04/pending-melo.html' title='Pending Melo :))'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6531547295362267054</id><published>2009-04-14T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:26:36.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience is it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Nagpunta kami sa embassy kanina para mag apply ng Uk visa. Ha ha. 8am nakarating kami, tas Taxi lang kami ni Mama kasi coding today. Di pwede car. Hmm. Grabe pagdating namin ng 8am, pinabalik kami 2.30pm. Ampf no ? Hindi naman kami uuwi kasi sabi  Mama gastos sa Taxi. Nagstay lang kami sa canteen. Nakakapagod umupo ng 8am-2.oopm. 6 hours ba naman, ampf. He he. Medyo bumilis naman din oras kasi patulog tulog ako. Para lang ako tanga dun, ha ha ha. So umakyat na kami. Tas ang haba ng pila grabe, ang dami tao. Pero dahil may appoinment na kami, madali na rin kami nakapasok ni Mama. Ha ha. Mga 2.10pm kami nakapasok at natapos kami mga 4pm something. Ha ha ha. Pero masaya naman pagprocess. Malamig dun sa loob e, tas may biometrics ba yun. Kinuha nila fingerprint ko tas pinicturan ako. Yung sa eyes ko ata. Ewan ko, di na ako nag bother magtanong. Ha ha ha. Tas habang bago pa napasa application at biometrics enrollent, nakaupo lang ako sa pinaka front row. Tas yung mga workers na tumatanggap ng application forms at tumatawag ng names namin, yung isa ang cute.  :)) Nasa harap ko lang mismo. So the entire time, for almost two hours ata, nakatingin lang ako sakanya at sa mga applicants niya. Sayang nga lang sa ibang counter ako napunta. LOL. AYUN LANG. CRUSH LANG. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahirapan kami maghanap Taxi, pero nakauwi naman ng maayos. Pagdating, nanuod agad ako Fated To Love. LOL. Gwapo talaga nung leading man. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-6531547295362267054?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6531547295362267054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6531547295362267054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6531547295362267054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6531547295362267054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/04/patience-is-it.html' title='Patience is it.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6518293555138919238</id><published>2009-03-30T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:19:53.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnificent as it can be :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I unno about you guys, but I have this sincere admiration for sea creatures and just to share this deep desire of mine, my favorite one is the Blue Whale. Yep, the biggest known animal on the planet -- BLUE WHALE. :) I'm not so sure why, but I think the Blue Whale is such a magnificent creature. The way it swims through the ocean looks so graceful. The sounds it makes are peaceful to my ears. I unno, I just love it. :) Ha ha. I've been watching video clips about it this entire morning... well, until now. Ha ha. I actually learned stuff about it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; The size of its heart is as big as a car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The weight of its tongue is as heavy as an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It weighs over 200 Tons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It is 30 meters long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Some of its blood vessels are too wide, you could actually swim down them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pretty amazing aye ? Ha ha. Well, one video said that it's bigger than any dinosaur that has ever lived -- I have a doubt about this though. You know the Megalodon Shark ? It's my 3rd favorite sea creature.  They say it's extinct, but no one really knows since 90%-95% of the ocean is still unexplored. Megalodon Shark  (18 Meters long) was the 2nd largest animal next to the Blue Whale. If such a creature exists/ed  don't you think there are larger creatures that exists/ed somewhere in the deepest darkest parts of the oceans ? But anyway, we still have much to find out. We still don't even know a lot about Blue Whales. We have no idea where these creatures breed, how they hunt their preys, how they communicate. I really want to find out, and I know I would learn a lot from NatGeo; however we don't have cable TV here. Ha ha loser Meme. April 4, 7pm. You guys watch for me, aight ? L0L. XD  You know, I've always had this crazy dream of swimming with em Blue Whales when I grow up... but yeah. That would be scary and very risky. XD Ha ha. I remember telling Jeka before that maybe when I'm so close to my death, it would be the very last thing that I'm gonna do. I die or not, no problem. :)) Ha ha. Let us all go somewhere, someday... ride a boat and go search for the ever worthy Blue Whale. Bwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another story:&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd fave sea creature is the Manta Ray. :D Ha ha ha. It's so adorable... well, for me. XD Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's said to be closely related to sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weighs about 3000 Pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are the largest of the rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't have teeth. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manta is Spanish meaning blanket... most likely 'cause they look like blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lols. I actually had this dream before... I was swimming in the oceans and I met a gigantic Manta Ray. It was wider than a.. double queen size bed. Yehhh and we were friends. (L0L, go on laugh at me. -.-) Ha ha ha. We were so close and I was riding on its back while going aroung the oceans. :) Hihi. A dream that I shall never forget. We should visit Cayman Islands someday too. There we can swim with Sting Rays (Another type of rays) on shallow water. We can even feed then and prolly hugh them. Ho ho. :) I knoowwww, this update is boring. But I just wanna share what's on my mind. That's the use of blogs... I think. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 1: Blue Whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SdHBRSY7gTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3elXFkZ7dgA/s1600-h/BlueWhale1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SdHBRSY7gTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3elXFkZ7dgA/s400/BlueWhale1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319245137639604530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 2: Manta Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SdHBR5FedGI/AAAAAAAAADM/JvVebjL976s/s1600-h/mantaray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SdHBR5FedGI/AAAAAAAAADM/JvVebjL976s/s400/mantaray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319245148026991714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 3: Megalodon Shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SdHBR-FWuGI/AAAAAAAAADE/LRs0mLEFnuY/s1600-h/fishing+for+megalodon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SdHBR-FWuGI/AAAAAAAAADE/LRs0mLEFnuY/s400/fishing+for+megalodon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319245149368662114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSS BORING. BUT 0H CMON. HA HA. :))&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-6518293555138919238?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6518293555138919238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6518293555138919238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6518293555138919238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6518293555138919238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/magnificent-as-it-can-be-d.html' title='Magnificent as it can be :D'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SdHBRSY7gTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3elXFkZ7dgA/s72-c/BlueWhale1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4460367271877232973</id><published>2009-03-19T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:11:10.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it back - ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fries: Hnd, sabi ko crush kta. xD haha! tnanong kasi nya cno ikaw nung sa facebook haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meme: Yi, naging crush pala ako ni fries. :"&gt; Ha ha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fries: Oo kaya. xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meme: Ba't dko lam yun.. :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fries: haha, anong hnd. di ka kc namamansin e. :| haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meme: Wu, di rin. Kala ko nga ilang ka sakin e. Tas ako epal ng epal. Ha ha ! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fries: Weh, yaya2in b kta lumabas kng hnd, haha :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meme: 0nga no, ha ha. Sorri medyo manhid ako sa mga ganyan. He he. xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fries: 0nga e haha.. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;*Yii. Crush niya pala ako dati nung crush ko rin siya.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha. I can't believe it. Ang manhid ko naman nun. :|&lt;br /&gt;Kala ko pa dati epal ko sakanya. Hays baliw ka talaga Meme. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hays... :) Past is past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Codename lang yung Fries ah. Ha ha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4460367271877232973?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4460367271877232973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4460367271877232973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4460367271877232973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4460367271877232973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/bring-it-back.html' title='Bring it back - ?'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7086247559123911570</id><published>2009-03-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:54:08.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BASTARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES, MEME !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ARCH IS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OVE ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ONTH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO GET UP NOW AND UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;THAT IN THIS LITTLE IRONIC LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;FAITH IS NOT ALWAYS FREEDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGET AND FIX YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5585669384344790448-7086247559123911570?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7086247559123911570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7086247559123911570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7086247559123911570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7086247559123911570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/bastard.html' title='BASTARD'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4211666205511705705</id><published>2009-03-17T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:30:55.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ui.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalang. You're sooo good in writing. Ha ha. And I'unno. I think I like you more. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha. Lalang. While I was reading each line, I couldn't help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;Deep meaningful lines.&lt;br /&gt;Ambagal ko nga magbasa e.&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang ninamnam ko. :))&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0n the other hand, my other part of me suddenly feels empty right now.&lt;br /&gt;I may have guesses yet I'm still not sure of the reason behind this crappp.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I'm pretty sure that it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will I always end up here ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4211666205511705705?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4211666205511705705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4211666205511705705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4211666205511705705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4211666205511705705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/ui.html' title='Ui.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4902277034058133196</id><published>2009-03-16T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:16:08.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Str...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will I ever be able to call you mine ? :I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4902277034058133196?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4902277034058133196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4902277034058133196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4902277034058133196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4902277034058133196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/str.html' title='Str...'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8563026316854267075</id><published>2009-03-15T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:37:07.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass or Fail ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time that I turn you off. It's about time for me to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a week wouldn't hurt that much. This is for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well and it shall end well. I have to go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish things with a smile. I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should. This PC will shut down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really afraid of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of its consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done my bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But this last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to do great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD, please help me pass everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8563026316854267075?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8563026316854267075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8563026316854267075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8563026316854267075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8563026316854267075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/pass-or-fail.html' title='Pass or Fail ?'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-474063696290278648</id><published>2009-03-14T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:38:54.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I wanna learn how to create sweet bedtime stories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-474063696290278648?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/474063696290278648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=474063696290278648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/474063696290278648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/474063696290278648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/next-trip.html' title='Next trip.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4604639602800358151</id><published>2009-03-13T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T04:38:05.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of knowing when and how to say hi..&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of acceptance and a deep sigh..&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of understanding that somehow, sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;Some people just greet and lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BullCrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4604639602800358151?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4604639602800358151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4604639602800358151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4604639602800358151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4604639602800358151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/twenee.html' title='Twenee...'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4861700376269578766</id><published>2009-03-11T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:58:03.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOMNEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ba't ganun ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kung kelan madaming time, madaming chance, dun ka nabubulag na parang wala kang napapansin na kahit ano ? At kung kelan naman patapos na, wala nang chance, saka ka lang namumulat sa dapat dati mo pa napansin ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labo pero. Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;Ang masasabi mo nalang sa huli ay 'Sayang'.&lt;br /&gt;At ibig sabihin nun, wala na talaga. Magsisi ka nalang forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang nga naman talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4861700376269578766?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4861700376269578766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4861700376269578766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4861700376269578766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4861700376269578766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/randomnez.html' title='RANDOMNEZ'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2909158279777425846</id><published>2009-03-11T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:52:22.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh ---</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala. No improvement sa lahat ng aspects ng buhay  ko. Ha ha. Fun naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2909158279777425846?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2909158279777425846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2909158279777425846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2909158279777425846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2909158279777425846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title='sigh ---'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-983549790800059811</id><published>2009-03-10T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:24:27.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tae ha ha haha. x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been around enough to know, &lt;br /&gt;That dreams don't turn to gold.&lt;br /&gt;And that there is no easy way, &lt;br /&gt;No you just can't run away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Walalang. Para may ma post lang. :))&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-983549790800059811?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/983549790800059811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=983549790800059811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/983549790800059811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/983549790800059811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/tae-ha-ha-haha-x.html' title='Tae ha ha haha. x)'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-292317354456080233</id><published>2009-03-10T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:03:58.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is entitled 'I Believe' OST of the Korean version of My Sassy Girl. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love this song. :) I'm currently learning the guitar instrumental of this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 250px; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D60389465%26t%3D1236697191&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt; &lt;embed style="width: 250px; visibility: visible; height: 200px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=200&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.indimusic.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=60389465&amp;amp;t=1236697191&amp;amp;wid=os" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysocialgroup.com/download/60389465"&gt;=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-292317354456080233?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/292317354456080233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=292317354456080233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/292317354456080233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/292317354456080233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-playlist.html' title='I Believe'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4505382595471149365</id><published>2009-03-10T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:45:47.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words. Wisdom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Daddi Ivan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You will never get used to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; you're becoming&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and you want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;protect yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  parang&lt;br /&gt;you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conditioning&lt;/span&gt; your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  think that you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every strand of air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; coming from the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; are like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--Live and don't let the feelings you have right now slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Enjoy everything about life, the rudiments that make life hard are the things that make it work living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5585669384344790448-4505382595471149365?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4505382595471149365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4505382595471149365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4505382595471149365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4505382595471149365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-wisdom.html' title='Words. Wisdom.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-1414436508032908676</id><published>2009-03-08T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:15:51.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol david.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;A random chat with David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;φ Yukooo ! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you find happiness ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let it come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;φ Yukooo ! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it come ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How inspiring, David. o.o''&lt;br /&gt;-Sweat Drop-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-1414436508032908676?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1414436508032908676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=1414436508032908676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1414436508032908676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1414436508032908676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol-david.html' title='Lol david.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4847083789302921077</id><published>2009-03-07T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:40:57.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pendulous Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;It's one of those feelings where even though you know too well that it's not right, you just can't run away from it. Painfully inevitable. And all you can do is carry that maximum degree of self-control in order to attain that ever enduring insensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been ringing for months and there's no point in letting it out now; however, doing this at least for once wouldn't be that bad anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would think that being in this situation is a good challenge. It teaches me acceptance, furthermore it keeps me ready for the worst case scenarios that might actually happen in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm pointing my fingers like a gun to my head.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get used to how it feels,&lt;br /&gt;So I wont hold back when I do it for real." -Towi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty scary, yet funny quote. But surely, it has a really deep meaning if you just try to read more into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get caught in the situation, I would always have no idea on how I should act or react. I have a number of automatic safe choices: Play deaf; smile; look away; ignore and think of other random things; listen to music. To tell you the truth, all of those choices actually works well. Good enough for me to forget about the pain and embarrassment easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, my number one wish for you is to be happy and honestly, I know that you will achieve that crowning happiness if that person who you dearly adore finally realizes how precious you are, how lovely you are to everyone. That you are worth every second, every strength; you are someone that only one can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that happens, don't worry I will be alright. Don't be bothered about how I would feel and what not 'cause that is not important. It cannot cut what I really feel for you. I know I can still show my care, I can still be the friend that will always be there for you. These I promise you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4847083789302921077?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4847083789302921077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4847083789302921077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4847083789302921077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4847083789302921077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/pendulous-heart.html' title='A Pendulous Heart'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4137260104890527044</id><published>2009-03-07T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:58:15.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T A E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bully told me not to say bad things about Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I had to edit this post. I just hope things go well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'unno. I'm getting too tired of this damn life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I need to get some rest. I need change. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Yuko ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5585669384344790448-4137260104890527044?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4137260104890527044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4137260104890527044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4137260104890527044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4137260104890527044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/t-e.html' title='T A E'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7551483833624346613</id><published>2009-03-05T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T04:44:23.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wu. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wu. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is going to be a Randomnez post and this is going to be Lols. Well, not really. Ha ha. I just wanted to type in that line that came out of nowhere; however, nowhere is unattainable thus it is zilch. 0h my, I don't understand what I just typed there. o.o Ha ha ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the 5th of March, year 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm right here sitting, typing, listening to music. The song playing now is entitled 'The Right To Write Me Off' by Amber Pacific. It's a nice song, really. Heard about this band from a lovely person too. You know who you are. [Giggles]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can we make this last forever ? With every word you're growing distant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I feel as though I have to let you go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's exactly 8.10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have another quiz tomorrow - Psychometrics Lab. I feel so lazy to study now cause we've been having quizzes almost EVERYDAY this entire week... and yes, chem quiz sucked. But anywho, I'm still alive. We're still alive. Death will soon come during clearance. Pass or Fail ? This is making me frail. LOL. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll take care of you, have faith that when you call my name I'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wu. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to do so many things in LAYF. Ha ha. I want to... wait, maganda yung lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't lift a finger, let me show you.. the only way to let this go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't lift a finger, let me hold you.. hold you here until the pain it has all gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yun lang, ha ha ha. Listen to that song. Take Care by Copeland. :) Anyway, I want to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel around the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build up my own business corporation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a Pilot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become an Engineer. Master in Robotics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Publish my own book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to sweep pick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to play my Saxophone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy my dream cars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a Flute and learn how to play it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat Sukiyaki and Sushi right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint my room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upgrade my personal computer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play any sport everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet Twenee. ( Ha ha ! )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be part of a serious music band.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to go skateboarding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to surf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a nicer singing voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint landscapes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remove my braces. o.o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love you more... if you let me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yeah, I had to stop cause this post is getting TOOOO long now, ha ha ha. I want to listen to Boys Night Out right now, but I feel lazy enough to open the radio. Lols. Man, I need a good topic to blog about. Any suggestion ? Well, 'til here ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run, baby run !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't every look back, they'll tear us apart if you give them the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't sell your heart, don't say we're not meant to be. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7551483833624346613?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7551483833624346613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7551483833624346613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7551483833624346613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7551483833624346613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/wu-d.html' title='Wu. :D'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-1201469523564303631</id><published>2009-03-03T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:05:15.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EverythinG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Naisip ko lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hafta study na.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha. True, true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5585669384344790448-1201469523564303631?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1201469523564303631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=1201469523564303631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1201469523564303631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1201469523564303631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything.html' title='EverythinG'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4318271375117246664</id><published>2009-03-02T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:55:47.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo ! XDDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beating Heart. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha  Tama si Bully. Masarap, masaya ang beating heart as crush. Ha ha ! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kahit never ko pa nakakausap... Kahit I think hindi niya alam pangalan ko... at kung kilala man niya ako, baka jersey number ko lang sa PE. Ha ha ! 0k na rin yun no. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalang. Beating Heart ! :x&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha ha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;Randomnez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beating Heart. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4318271375117246664?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4318271375117246664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4318271375117246664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4318271375117246664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4318271375117246664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/wooo-xddd.html' title='Wooo ! XDDD'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2917390402944806853</id><published>2009-03-01T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T06:30:29.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalulungkot pa din ako. :c&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung ano dapat ang tamang isipin.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi malaman kung ano gusto iparating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalulungkot pa din ako. :c&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam ang dapat sabihin pa.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi malaman ang takbo ng iyong isipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalulungkot pa din ako. :c&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam ang nararapat na gawin.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi malaman kung ito ba talaga ang sigaw ng damdamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, Towi. I get your point. I know what you're trying to tell me and I know that what I'm doing now is just close to ultimate dumbness. But you know too well what I'm really feeling and I'm too stubborn to just let it all go. I know that you just want me to be happy, but I am happy in other ways. I just can't find that proper place. I just think too much, feel too much. I know I might be hurting some including myself, but you understand that it's not my intention to do so, right. Thanks for caring. I can pull through this. I might be able to get out of this... soon. This is simply the truth. A visible reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2917390402944806853?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2917390402944806853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2917390402944806853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2917390402944806853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2917390402944806853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/meme.html' title='MEME'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-1831156801592090654</id><published>2009-03-01T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:34:04.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...............................dotdotdot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Mum bugged me early today just to give me something... and it's not just a something. She actually gave me a new phone. Lols. I was half grumpy and half happy. Grumpy cause I was still soooooo sleepy, I almost ignored her, and of course happy cause I got another new phone. o_o Thanks mummi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[ I would love to have a car though ]&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway. I was just fixing my music list the entire afternoon and I feel so tired cause of it. -.- Also, annoyed cause I can't transfer em songs to the damn phone. -_- What a crappy bummer. But anyway, I had enough patience to smile still and sing random songs. I have this song that's been stuck inside my head since who knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything I Ask For - The Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh she makes me feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;It's always something.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get over it,&lt;br /&gt;She thinks it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's everything I ask for,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ask for,&lt;br /&gt;And just a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ask for,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ask for,&lt;br /&gt;And so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just had to share that. Lol. Download it, folks. So yeah. I suddenly felt down for some horrible reason. Then, I remembered what Daddi Ivan told me last night. He wants me to keep on writing em lyrics, but I told him it's hard now. I unno but it's too hard. So yeh, I tried writing again a little while ago and I think I failed again. My thoughts and emotions are just too scattered, it's so hard to locate em out of me... which is why I'm into my guitar these days. I just strum out random chords and yeh... I feel a little better right after the drill. I'm gonna share my failed work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no use in trying,&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck and I am to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I could just read minds,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be there to bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want,&lt;br /&gt;But it's the hardest truth that I can ever rant.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe this,&lt;br /&gt;This kindness that I've been bringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to handle the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Just say my name, I come okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talk about randomnez. Lol. This post is long again. I have SO MUCH to say... but all is running away and this game is too hard to play. This very challenging, rough, hopeless, serious, effin game. Am I making sense AT ALL ? 0k, he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5585669384344790448-1831156801592090654?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1831156801592090654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=1831156801592090654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1831156801592090654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1831156801592090654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/03/dotdotdot.html' title='...............................dotdotdot.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-3701462000520464698</id><published>2009-02-28T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T03:09:31.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ha ha ha. Gusto ko lang mag blog kasi bored na bored nako. He he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Birthday ni Jemm kahapon. So sinurprise namin siya, ha ha. Kinantahan with cake and flowers. Tas may party hats kami, ang cute ! XD Hihi. Tas ayun, nag class then after that nag treat siya sa Shakey's. Then tambay mode sa may Lover's lane. Ha ha. Mga 8.30 nako sinundo nun. Sarap talaga tumambay. :D Happi Burfday ulit kay Jemm ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Pag-uwi ko, nag gitara lang ako habang online. Ha ha. Tas hindi ako makatulog. Mga 2am nakahiga lang ako habang nag gigitara at txt, tas biglang nakatulog ako. XD Nagising ako mga 5am something tapos same lang position ko. Nakahiga ng straight tas hawak ang gitara. O.O Loool. Tas nagbasa ako ng mga txt, tas gising parin si Jemm. Nag iinuman sila ni Ate Joleen at Aries... at hilong hilo na daw siya. XD Mga almost 6.30am natulog na Jemm, tas nagagalit siya samin kasi nagttxt kami ni Aries. Lol. Ba't kaya bawal kami magtxt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatulog ako mga 7am. From 7am-3pm, pagising gising ako. Para bang ang restless ng sleep ko. Natuluyan nalang ang gising ko nung 3pm dahil nakatxt ko si Rej. Nagyayaya mag Bball with the Science Team. I want, pero nakakahiya. Baka ang saling  kitkit ko nun dahil bano ko. :)) Ayun. After waking up, kumain lang ako at wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After siguro an hour, sumakit na tummy ko. Ewan ko kung bakit. Until now, masakit pa rin siya at nakakainis na talaga siya. Di lang ako galit sakanya dahil masakit siya, kundi pati na rin sa laki niya. Ang taba ko na. Wahaha. Grabe. Gusto ko yung weight ko nung December pati yung tummy ko nun, ang slim. Ngayon, bumalik na sa dati. Memeng meme na ang laki. :[ Ha ha. Ang dami kong worries. Well, medyo lang. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ang taba ko na.&lt;br /&gt;-Baka bumagsak ako sa ChemLEC, BMA LEC, and Psychomet LEC.&lt;br /&gt;-Pag bumagsak ako, sira bakasyon ko.&lt;br /&gt;-Pag bumagsak ako, lilipat na talaga ako. Langyang Psychology. (Ang bitter XD)&lt;br /&gt;-Ang tamad ko na.&lt;br /&gt;-Walang direction buhay ko. Waha.&lt;br /&gt;-Gusto ko ngayon maging piloto. :))&lt;br /&gt;-Di pa rin ako nagpapaalam sa debut ni Bully. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ayan. Di ko na maisip yun iba dahil ewan. Nakakatamad na mag type. Wu. Ha ha ha. Hanngang sa muli !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-3701462000520464698?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3701462000520464698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=3701462000520464698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/3701462000520464698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/3701462000520464698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/02/wu.html' title='Wu.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6376618067867284252</id><published>2009-02-24T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:09:11.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;How dumb can I get ? What other foolishness am I ought to do ? I must stop this. I must silence this quickly. I have not much time left. And all I can think of now is sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving everything will not win a heart.&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of wishing. It's a matter of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that choice will always be the other one's choice. Never yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although... I think I've drained things back to zero.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, be prudent -- an everyday virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard when you feel ashamed on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know how to act well.&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to be of good equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-6376618067867284252?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6376618067867284252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6376618067867284252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6376618067867284252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6376618067867284252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/02/boo.html' title='Boo...'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-341649694362626611</id><published>2009-02-22T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:42:23.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging by a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I wonder where this is going, yet as always all I can do is wonder and wait. It can get really tiring sometimes, but my faith is much much stronger than the ache... which is why I'm still here. I'm still here. I think this that I have will be something that I will never forget. It will stay. Other senses may overlap it, but still. It will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause I've been sitting for a million hours.&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting, waiting, trying to figure out my life.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been walking around this house.&lt;br /&gt;Just listening, listening, feeling the beat of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My eyes may shut down; I will strive, go on through these nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5585669384344790448-341649694362626611?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/341649694362626611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=341649694362626611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/341649694362626611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/341649694362626611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/02/hanging-by-moment.html' title='Hanging by a moment'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7032152239089573982</id><published>2009-02-18T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:23:06.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;50th Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;I'unno what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I just have to go with the flow and ignore the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7032152239089573982?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7032152239089573982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7032152239089573982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7032152239089573982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7032152239089573982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/02/pshhh.html' title='PSHHH'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-1818862297325343206</id><published>2009-02-16T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T04:51:51.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wapakkk -- !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will soon be the past and the future, a frustrating mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Y u k o ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-1818862297325343206?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1818862297325343206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=1818862297325343206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1818862297325343206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1818862297325343206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/02/wapakkk.html' title='Wapakkk -- !'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7475262449454912472</id><published>2009-02-14T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:12:10.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IELLA; BATA; VIRUS; MARIEL ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Mag 18 na si Bata sa Monday. :D Ha ha. Kayaaaaa, nag party siya last night. A really great party. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. Muntik nako hindi makapunta sa party niya. Mama kasi galit sakin, ha ha. Tinxt na nga ni Mariel yun nung afternoon, pero sabi lang ni Mama: Depende if payagan ko siya. Grabe, nakakainis. Ha ha. BUT thanks to Charmaine (^^) nakapunta ako. He he. Tumawag kasi Mum niya sa Mami ko then yeah talk talk talk, and boom. Pinayagan ako pero bawal sleepover. :)) Good friends, good friends. Ha ha. So Charmaine and her dad picked me up sa house mga 6.30pm, then yeah. Straight to San Jose Village, Alabang. And so the party began. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madami pumunta sa batch kaya ang saya tumambay. Ha ha. Gusto ko enumerate mga pumunta:&lt;br /&gt;Mariel, Cj, Johanna, Rai, Rob, Sarj, Rizza, Charmaine, Jess, Haya, Leandro, Ybee, Leslie, Heba, Roxanne, Haru, Teptep, Brai, Grachie &amp;amp; Dino, Camille &amp;amp; Lloyd, Jen, Luis &amp;amp; Kat G, Clark, Zeke, Shota, Vincent, Ley, Calvin, and 6 college friends of Mariel. [ Uhhh. May nakalimutan ba ako ? Sorri if ever. Ha ha ! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Twas really nice to see em again. :) Ha ha. Mga past 9 na ata nag start yung program ni Mariel... ended 10 something. So the rest of the time from 7pm - 2am, pure tambay lang at vain moments. Kung san may camera, smile agad. LOL. XD And oh yeh, ang sarap sarap ng Buko Salad. Ha ha. Dko lam kung bakit sarap na sarap ako dun. Pabalik balik ako the entire night hanggang naubos. Ha ha ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucked na hindi ako pinayagan mag sleepover... but yeah, thankful nalang parin ako kay Mami na pinayagan niya ako. He he. Thanks din kina Rai. Dapat kasi mag tataxi na ako, Rox, and Heba pauwi. Tas si Juju sabi kay Rai umuwi nalang siya para mahatid ako. Napauwi tuloy si Rai ng wala sa oras. Ha ha. So we went home. Kasabay ko sa car si Rai, Shota, Vincent, Heba, and Rox. Thanks ulit Rai. :) Ha ha. Pag-uwi ko sinabi ko lang kay Mama hinatid ako ni Rai, tas nag 0k lang siya, hindi nagalit. LOL. xD Nakahiga nalang ako sa bed pag-uwi. Text text hanggang nakatulog... Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Bata:&lt;br /&gt;Walalang. Ha ha ! Joke. Hmmm. Advance Happi Birthday ! Ang saya ng party mo. Ha ha. Sorri if wala ako masabi sa candles at sa treasures. Kinakabahan talaga ako nun and I unno why. Dapat nga kakantahan kita e. Kaso nakakahiya. Ha ha ! XD Kaya ayun. Buti nalang may nagawa ako tula para magkalaman yung message ko for you. :) Well, yeah. Thanks for everything BATA. Ha ha. I'm just here if ever you need meee kahit di tayo lagi nag uusap. Ha ha. May gift pa ako sa'yo, wait mo lang. Nakakatawa sinabi ng API friends mo, waha. Better ST Life. :)) Joke time nun ah. Wala ako alam sa ST Life nio ni Cj, tsk tsk. Ha ha ha. Godbless, Ielaiellaiella. Dapat happi ka na lagi. Dami nagmamahal sa'yo e. ^^ iLY. Yikes. Ha ha ha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7475262449454912472?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7475262449454912472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7475262449454912472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7475262449454912472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7475262449454912472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/02/iella-bata-virus-mariel.html' title='IELLA; BATA; VIRUS; MARIEL ^^'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2525335837182635917</id><published>2009-02-07T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:04:15.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berday ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Birthday ni Kuya Persey kahapon. Ha ha. Siya yung asawa ng pinsan kong si Ate Liza. At dahil birthday niya, may handaan at dahil may handaan, nagpunta kami sa bahay nila sa Moonwalk, Don Bosco. xD Ha ha. Ang aga namin dumating at sobrang bad mood ako nun. Hindi ako sigurado kung ano dahilan. Siguro pinagsamang irita dahil sa katext kong si _______ at kay Mama na sobrang ingay at mareklamo. Biruin mo, lahat nalang ng feeling niya mali, ipopoint out niya. Tas tas... Urgh. Ayoko muna pag-usapan si Mama dahil naiinis talaga ako. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pero gusto ko rin ilabas yung isa sa mga libo-libong kinaiinisan ko tungkol sakanya. Puro pangako siya tungkol sa koche.. lagi nalang ako nag-aantay na payagan niya ako mag drive mag-isa pero hindi pa rin. Dati nag-antay nalang talaga ako dahil sabi niya pag 18 ko, papayagan na niya ako pero wala pa din. Sasabihin niya kelangan ko ng practice pa pero pano ako makaka practice kung hindi rin naman ako pinapadrive mag-isa ? Tas kapag papaalam nanaman ako, kunware okay lang sakanaya pero magagalit siya kasi gagamitin daw niya yung sasakyan. Grabe ilang beses niya sinabi sakin yan pero hindi naman talaga siya umaalis ng bahay. Lame magpalusot. Tas lagi niya ako sasabihan tungkol sa koche na bibili sakin ni Papa. What the heck. Gusto ko ngang sabihan na siya nalang kaya humingi kasi siya rin naman makikinabang don. Kasi kapag binilhan naman daw ako, yung lumang koche gagamitin ko. At kahit sabihin niya yan, hindi parin namana ata ako papayagan mag drive. Agh. Nakakainis talaga. Ang damot damot niya. Mag drdrive ba ako para magpakamatay ? Psh. Tas sasabihin niya hindi insured. Ang dami ko nang kilalang pwede mag-insure, tas tutungo lang siya. Urgh. ANYWAY.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun nakahiga lang ako sa sofa pagdating sa bahay nina Kuya Persey. Bad mood talaga ako. Ang ingay pa din ni Mama nun, tanong ng tanong kung kakain na ba daw ako. Nakailang 'Hindi' na rin ako. -_- Tas dumating si Karl. Tas wala, naubusan ako load. Blah blah nakakainis nanaman si Mama sa part na 'to kaya umalis nalang ako bigla kasama si Karl, Nikki, at Katrin sa tindahan para magpaload. Gumaan loob ko nun. Ha ha. Ang sarap maglakad sa gabi tas dim orange streetlights. Tas malamig ang simoy ng hangin. Lol. Nawala ata lahat ng stress ko sa lakad na yun. So pagkatapos namin bumili at naglalakad na kami pabalik, bigla nagyaya si Karl mag shooting. E di game agad ako ha ha. Ang sarap mag basketball at masarap din mag feeling shooting-guard, 3-pointer. Lols. XD Nag-game kami. Ako at Karl magkakampi (matatangkad) tas kalaban sila Dudong, Nikki, Katrin, at Gabe. Ha ha ha. Final score namin 15-5. Nakakatawa si Nikki, ang bakaw. Shoot lang ng shoot para magka score. XD Tas dumating na si Migs. E di kampi namin siya ni Karl at nakakagulat ang score: 15-12. Naka 12 pa ang mga bulilit, ha ha. Baka kasi ang daya rin nanunulak at sumasabit samin. xD Anywhooooo. Dinner time na nun. Sarap ng Kani Salad at nakailang Fruit Soda ako. Kala ko ba naman magpapapayat nako. O_O He he. Pagkatapos nun, nanuod lang kami ng movie pero hindi ko alam title. LOL. Last part na rin napanuod ko e... so yeah after nun nag Volleyball kami. XD Pinawisan nanaman ako ng todo, pero ok lang. Masaya naman kahit hindi kami nakakabuo. Yung tatlong 'vartisy' kasi na kalaban namin ni Karl, masyadong magaling. :p Ha ha ha. Tas nag badminton kami ni Karl. Ang bano ko grabe. Ayoko talaga ng Badminton lol. Then Nag soccer ako saglit, then wala. Bagsak na. Ha ha. Humiga nalang ako sa sofa habang nanuod kami ng Imbestigador at Sine Totoo. Text mode nalang ako nun hanggang mga 12... tas naisip ko kung nasan na sila Karl. Pagpasok ko ng kwarto, tulog na sila halos lahat. O_o Humiga ako at nakaidlip na rin. Pero pagising gising ako kasi naman si Baby, sinisipa ako. -.- Then yeh mga 2am ginising nako para umuwi. Nakauwi kami mga 3am tas katext ko pa si Marko nun. Nagdodota padin sila sa Multi. O.O Grabe tas nakatulog nako tas pag gising ko may text siya mga 5am, sinaraduhan na daw sila ng compshop. LOL. Tas nakachat ko Dale kanina, natapos daw sila mag Dota mga 7am. Ang adik nila. ~_~'' Pero sana sumali ako. Ha ha ! Lapit lapit ng Multi sa Moonwalk. Isang trike lang, but anyway. TINATAMAD NAKO. ANG RANDOM NA NG TINATYPE KO. HA HA. SO YEAH BYE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neurotic anxiety ba talaga 'to ? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Random much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2525335837182635917?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2525335837182635917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2525335837182635917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2525335837182635917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2525335837182635917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/02/berday.html' title='Berday ~'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8487629811296663881</id><published>2009-02-07T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:24:58.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iHate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't get why you're such an Ahole. I do my best to be kind to you, yet all you do every time is irritate me. I would try not to insult you due to anger, but it feels so heavy to keep it all inside of me. What the hell is wrong with you ? Even if I offer peace, you would agree then right after that, insult me. You are such a bitch and I fking hate you for being like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per pagkatapos ko matype yung mga linyang yun, nawala na inis ko, ha ha. Buti nalang naubusan ako load nung katext kita. Grabe para akong may katext na 8 years old. Nakakairita talaga. He he. Ayun ! Puso mo Meme. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8487629811296663881?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8487629811296663881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8487629811296663881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8487629811296663881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8487629811296663881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/02/ihate.html' title='iHate.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-5838923949641379837</id><published>2009-01-31T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:14:12.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weee//</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Valentine's is coming to town. Which means.... LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Think deep Meme !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-5838923949641379837?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5838923949641379837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=5838923949641379837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5838923949641379837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5838923949641379837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/weee.html' title='Weee//'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8924165081398463376</id><published>2009-01-29T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:23:41.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my stars *_*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much it affects me whenever you get close to me. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8924165081398463376?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8924165081398463376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8924165081398463376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8924165081398463376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8924165081398463376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-stars.html' title='Oh my stars *_*'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-5909155611025920878</id><published>2009-01-29T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:57:36.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Releaseeeeee !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be a surreal blur,&lt;br /&gt;The way you had me cured.&lt;br /&gt;It was unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;That even you protested.&lt;br /&gt;Yet honestly I was contented,&lt;br /&gt;The simple smiles you gave,&lt;br /&gt;They had me melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this life we get strangled,&lt;br /&gt;And sadly this is where we landed.&lt;br /&gt;You knew my heart was beating,&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to be stuck at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you make me feel what you got,&lt;br /&gt;Yet my eyes are blind to see your heart.&lt;br /&gt;These cunning roads are playing tricks on me,&lt;br /&gt;So just let me strum out hard,&lt;br /&gt;Before you break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've finally let me find out,&lt;br /&gt;You are the smile that I can never have.&lt;br /&gt;And if it's that hard for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stand still, maybe wait,&lt;br /&gt;Wish for a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, the obvious distance,&lt;br /&gt;Filling my being with the lost chance.&lt;br /&gt;The future, so surreal,&lt;br /&gt;This blurry road shall never be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-5909155611025920878?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5909155611025920878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=5909155611025920878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5909155611025920878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5909155611025920878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/releaseeeeee.html' title='Releaseeeeee !'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4118636355099655752</id><published>2009-01-28T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:34:42.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N o n s e n s e . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up late today. I felt the headache. I played DotA for around 10 hours. I learned how to use a new strong hero. I had my first Killing Spree moment. I had extreme fun pwning the opponents. I communicated a lot with DotA boys. I still felt dull without your messages. I had to think about it. I then thought it really is easy for you to forget about me. I had to realize that it is normal. I must learn to get used to it. I was so into my game. I was looking at my phone from time to time. I saw no message from you most of the time. I felt down every time. I did not feel the speed of time. I do not think DotA was a waste of time. I wish to speak with you all the time. I want time to slow down for a life time. I wish to be with you all the time. I think I hate time. I Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4118636355099655752?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4118636355099655752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4118636355099655752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4118636355099655752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4118636355099655752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/n-o-n-s-e-n-s-e.html' title='N o n s e n s e . . .'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-249300749521082553</id><published>2009-01-27T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:51:22.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Disheartening . Depressing . Insulting . Saddening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple words . Strong meanings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-249300749521082553?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/249300749521082553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=249300749521082553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/249300749521082553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/249300749521082553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/ouff.html' title='Ouff.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-5831219520417550047</id><published>2009-01-27T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:43:53.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pending Melo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This has no title yet, so Respo just put "Pending Melo" as the notepad name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's our unfinished song. He he. I wrote the lyrics and some editing by Respo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;I know it may seem wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But still I'm rowing with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;These feelings should not last long,&lt;br /&gt;But in this world now, what is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I'm striving through my own sense,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get through some missing fence,&lt;br /&gt;But still I'm wondering how it went so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always suffer every time I feel ?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't this be just another dream ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even try to think ?&lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating, I think I'm falling.&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking every time, every time you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just cant see,&lt;br /&gt;Just see me passed the melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;Though I know that I'm still strong,&lt;br /&gt;I still have a long day to run this road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;I'm rushing through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to find to your face...&lt;br /&gt;The thunder's screaming loud,&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the sound...&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-5831219520417550047?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5831219520417550047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=5831219520417550047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5831219520417550047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5831219520417550047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/pending-melo.html' title='Pending Melo'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-814551965252978934</id><published>2009-01-27T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:33:29.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Panget :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm being choked by a chain.&lt;br /&gt;All this time I've been trying,&lt;br /&gt;For four months, I've been lying.&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you just tell me to let go ?&lt;br /&gt;Then in a day or two,&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn how to go with your flow.&lt;br /&gt;Why can you not be honest ?&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd become miserable at best.&lt;br /&gt;But please do not underestimate me,&lt;br /&gt;For I will still find a way out someday and be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tease me so easily...&lt;br /&gt;How can you stare at me so freely...&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just help me see...&lt;br /&gt;That I'm just another rotten fish in your sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some gay crap I wrote last year. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing else to post, but I wanna post. So here it is ! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-814551965252978934?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/814551965252978934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=814551965252978934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/814551965252978934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/814551965252978934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/p-is-for-panget-p.html' title='P is for Panget :P'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7077061443291030929</id><published>2009-01-27T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T04:46:57.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o_o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;I Have A Bad Feeling About This.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7077061443291030929?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7077061443291030929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7077061443291030929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7077061443291030929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7077061443291030929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/oo.html' title='o_o'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6960155646730734017</id><published>2009-01-24T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:57:20.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYWHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's that hard for you, I'll just stand still and wish for a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[ Y u k o ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-6960155646730734017?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6960155646730734017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6960155646730734017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6960155646730734017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6960155646730734017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/anywho.html' title='ANYWHO'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8485147726262135955</id><published>2009-01-24T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:37:01.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;You know the feeling when you just want to say so many things cause they're all stuck inside you, like inside your mind, heart, and entire being, yet you can't really do it for some unknown reason so you feel restless and speechless at best and all you can do is stare at space, wonder how things could have been and how things will be in the days to come 'cause you know you want something and yet you're not even sure if that something wants you back and so you get confused and hanging on and you try to open it up, but you just can't cause it's hard like that so you just sing songs all day long, while realizing that things may be over even though they actually aren't; on the other hand, you just wanna stand up and run far far away until you find that peace that you've always wanted by sitting on a grassy field with trees, flowers, and mountains all around you and that perfect sky that catches your heart all throughout, but the thing is that's quite impossible especially here in Manila 'cause I dun see any grassy field here with trees, flowers, and mountains surrounding it cause if I found one long before, it would have been my secret place--you know, somewhere to go to when everything's just not right and you just wanna release all the pressure that's been bottling up inside of you and I don't understand why I'm dreaming for that dream place, but anyway, life is hard and so it is strong, and since we are in this life, we should be strong too and hard sometimes so that we won't get hurt that much even though most of the time there is no reason for people to get hurt you know, like if there is a dark side, there will always be a bright side, yet again it's always hard to see that bright side cause we tend to seek for something that would hide us from everything else and since darkness can hide us from all, we unconsciously do our best to ignore the bright side, but man what's the connection of this and I'm not making sense at all and feeling empty is not a good reason for me to be too random much because being empty means nada and nada means nothing and so how come I have words flowing out of me--words that corrupt my being sometimes, but I love words so I can't really ignore them cause they give me the power to have a lil more strength in the circumstances that I face in life, a great partner when you're in pain like you can just write it all off then you'd feel a lil bit fine and so I should stop now cause I've nothing left to say except I like you so much, please understand this confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8485147726262135955?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8485147726262135955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8485147726262135955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8485147726262135955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8485147726262135955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-because.html' title='Just because...'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2312268857394187232</id><published>2009-01-21T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:51:36.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same thing waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nariyan ka pa ba ? Hindi ka na matanaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2312268857394187232?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2312268857394187232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2312268857394187232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2312268857394187232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2312268857394187232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/same-thing-waiting.html' title='Same thing waiting'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2669361711667103202</id><published>2009-01-20T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:19:00.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward lines I fumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;And there I was, restless and waiting. Looking at your seat from time to time, longing for your prefect smile. Questions came running through my head. Where could you be ? Did anything happen ?  Are you stuck in traffic ? With these, time quickly passed by and finally, chem hell ended, but still you weren't there. I went around the room for a bit, then decided to stay outside. I just stood there waiting patiently, staring at the hallway once in a while. It actually felt like forever when suddenly, I was cut off by a sound that involuntarily made my head turn... and there I saw you -- Smiling brightly as my heart skipped a beat or two. The tension in me grew as I saw you come near. I was speechless and breathless for some puzzling reason, and in a flash, you were out of my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat by the window, chilling myself down. I wondered if you would ever come back. And when I was starting to lose hope, the door abruptly opened, and I saw the light. Ha ha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's how I stopped my typing. Couldn't prevent myself from smiling. Nothing in this world could ever keep me from staring at you now... and I hope I don't overdo it. I might scare you soon. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying our time until Lit broke the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I can't wait for tomorrow. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2669361711667103202?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2669361711667103202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2669361711667103202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2669361711667103202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2669361711667103202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/awkward-lines-i-fumble.html' title='Awkward lines I fumble'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-1158597567215785181</id><published>2009-01-19T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:30:39.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly to absurdity --</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pressure - Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tell me where our time went&lt;br /&gt;And if it was time well spent&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let me fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Feeling empty again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I fear I might break&lt;br /&gt;And I fear I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll lay awake, feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pressure&lt;br /&gt;It's getting closer now&lt;br /&gt;We're better off without you&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pressure&lt;br /&gt;It's getting closer now&lt;br /&gt;We're better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm losing hope&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing else to show&lt;br /&gt;For all of the days that we spent&lt;br /&gt;Carried away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;And I had to let them go&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting all alone, feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Blalala... No crap sense to think anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-1158597567215785181?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1158597567215785181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=1158597567215785181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1158597567215785181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1158597567215785181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/fly-to-absurdity.html' title='Fly to absurdity --'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-3043621487811166458</id><published>2009-01-17T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:28:04.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting; Wondering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, but say what you mean,&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm caught in suspension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[ Y u k o]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5585669384344790448-3043621487811166458?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3043621487811166458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=3043621487811166458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/3043621487811166458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/3043621487811166458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-wondering.html' title='Waiting; Wondering.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8864732233958824318</id><published>2009-01-16T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:31:32.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovations !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Innovations - - Oh how tempting. Ha ha !&lt;br /&gt;I want something again now. Yes, I know... it seems like I want everything. Lol, but anyway. It's called the GENIUS SP-TI200 SPEAKER. I just think I need new speakers for my pc, and t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SXGEGnj1RrI/AAAAAAAAACk/oze1w-56I7Q/s1600-h/genius-sp-t1200-speakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SXGEGnj1RrI/AAAAAAAAACk/oze1w-56I7Q/s400/genius-sp-t1200-speakers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292156286370399922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his would be a great replacement. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Genius has announced to release a new speaker system named SP-T12oo. The latest speaker system features a touch panel screen to control function, volume, bass or treble. All this can be controlled with touch of a finger. The speakers are especially designed for desktops and laptops." - Techshout.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It looks smexy. Ha ha. Well, smexier than my current speakers right now which I only got for free when Dad bought my pc. I actually saw this from CitibankRewards. Mum came in my room today to bug me about the Psp game that she wants. So while I was being forced to download her "Luxor" Game, she suddenly asked Nikki to give her the catalogue of BPI Rewards. She has enough points to get me an Ipod Shuffle or a NGB SP for Nikki. Ha ha. I guess Nikki can have the SP since I dun really need a Shuffle now. We then checked out CitibanksRewards online, and tada ~ I saw this very precious speakers. XD Ha ha ha. Mum can actually get this Genius for me, but I contemplated for a while and thus, I chose Nintendo DS over it. Why ? I want to play Pokemon. LOL. I'll just save up for this very elegant speakers... hoping to get it before the year ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say that I am a materialistic person 'cause for me, a materialistic person is a person who would spend too much on innovations and the like rather than food, personal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, etc. I mean. It's alright to spend for these stuff cause they were made to be bought, right ? As long as you have the money. Don't borrow money if it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Don't spend for innovation if it's the last cash that you got, but always remember that you get money primarily for your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and, if your have enought left, for your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Stuffing em up in the bank will make the bank happy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; yourself. Basic principles in life and I know you guys know these already. I just don't know why I'm lecturing here like crap. Ha ha. Guess what I'm thinking of now ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sony Mylo 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; LOL. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8864732233958824318?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8864732233958824318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8864732233958824318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8864732233958824318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8864732233958824318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/innovations.html' title='Innovations !'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SXGEGnj1RrI/AAAAAAAAACk/oze1w-56I7Q/s72-c/genius-sp-t1200-speakers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-1498145043454350284</id><published>2009-01-16T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:20:28.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do your best to hear me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Grabe walang tigil pagpopost ko. Ha ha ha. Pang-apat ko na to na walang tigil. :)) I'm THIS bored. He he. I got this from Paola and nakuha din to ni Paola from Ate Mia. Ha ha ha. Thanks Paola and Ate mia. xD I hope fun to. Lols. Eto yung instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Put your player on shuffle and hit the 'Next' button to get your answer to every question. You must indicate the title and artist, no matter how far-fetched it sounds. Tag people who might be interested in doing this same thing. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oha, here I go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Mouth Shut - The Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Ok. That's weird. :)) No way. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~7 Things - Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ HA HA HA HA. XD ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Hurry Up and Wait - Making April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Too Far down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The road you know I'm scared to go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm waking up anxious to lay back down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause all I can do here is wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Just wait, I'll hurry up and wait. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Embers and Envelopes - Mae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Errr. o.o'' ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Song oo.o - Draft music that Ivan made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ And the lyrics I made for this is for J. Lol. ]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Your Love Is A Lie - Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ LOL WHAT THE. PWEDE ? :)) HA HA. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Ride of Your Life - Oliver James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Aww. Ha ha. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;'Wishing on a shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;But dreams alone won't get you far.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Take Care - Copeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Ha ha. Taga-alaga ng minamahal. :p ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Before I Let You Go - Freestyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Wahaha. xD ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT SONG WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Anything - Mae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Hmm. Pwede. x) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Priceless - Copeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Ha ha ! Priceless and Needed daw ako. :)) Lols. ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Saying Sorry - Hawthorne Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ What the. Ha ha. XD ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Scar Tissue - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Omg ? Ha ha. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Coming Around Again - Copeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ I'm inlove with them ? Ha ha ha. xp ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Chase You Down - Making April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Chasing the one you adore. D: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~When Finally Set Free - Copeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ I will die when the one I love lets go of me. LOLZ. Ha ha ! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~When I'm With You - Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ 'I guess I'll never get to call you mine.' Eeh, regret ? o.o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~It's The Way You Make Me Feel - Steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Funny cause sinayaw namin ? XD ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Broken Man - Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Yuhhh. Ha ha ha. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Do You Hear What I Hear - Copeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ 'Cause the little lamb spoke to the shepherd boy and stuff ? Ha ha ha. x) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Tonight - FM Static&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ He he he. Not sure about this. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;~Greatest Story Every Told - Oliver James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[ Cause I can't dance with that special someone ? Lols. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Grabe. Napagod ako sa pag type. Ha ha ! Anong oras na. Di pa din ako natutulog. He he he, but answering this post was fun and random. Too random. XD Ha ha ha. Next Song: You Have My Attention - Copeland. Yeh, You do. Like you've had all the while. He he. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-1498145043454350284?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1498145043454350284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=1498145043454350284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1498145043454350284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1498145043454350284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-do-your-best-to-hear-me.html' title='Just do your best to hear me.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2763257325086696855</id><published>2009-01-16T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:41:38.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BooYah -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm bored and quite sleepy at the moment, but I'm craving for a good drink. We don't have anything nice downstairs. We have water, just water... which is obviously not satisfying at all. So here I am... blogging, yet again. Thinking of so many things and missing people. Getting confused with feelings and dreaming of that perfect smile. Yikes. Ha ha. So I'm just going to share my Top 10 favorite song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as of this moment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T0P 10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Goodbye, Goodnight - Mae&lt;br /&gt;2. Crazy 8s - Mae&lt;br /&gt;3. You Have My Attention - Copeland&lt;br /&gt;4. The Closes Thing - The Julianna Theory&lt;br /&gt;5. She Changes Your Mind - Copeland&lt;br /&gt;6. Ride of Your Life - Oliver James&lt;br /&gt;7. Suspension - Mae&lt;br /&gt;8. Soundtrack For Our Movie - Mae&lt;br /&gt;9. When Finally Set Free - Copeland&lt;br /&gt;10. Goodnight Starlight - The Julianna Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Try listening to these songs. You might love 'em. I can send em to you through YM, just ask me if you want. Ha ha ha. They have pretty interesting lyrics that most of you can relate you, I suppose. Ha ha. Actually, it's about time that I drink water. No matter how boring water can get, I have no choice but to accept it cause I'm really thirsty now. Ha ha ha. Ganight ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2763257325086696855?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2763257325086696855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2763257325086696855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2763257325086696855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2763257325086696855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/booyah.html' title='BooYah -'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7535860545409613235</id><published>2009-01-16T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:28:30.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap thrills &amp; Fast Rides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SXCnY3R_MBI/AAAAAAAAACc/1K8Q0MRbT3Y/s1600-h/wabababha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SXCnY3R_MBI/AAAAAAAAACc/1K8Q0MRbT3Y/s400/wabababha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291913607758426130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Image stolen from Phil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics from Crazy 8s - Mae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7535860545409613235?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7535860545409613235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7535860545409613235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7535860545409613235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7535860545409613235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/cheap-thrills-fast-rides.html' title='Cheap thrills &amp; Fast Rides'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SXCnY3R_MBI/AAAAAAAAACc/1K8Q0MRbT3Y/s72-c/wabababha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-5467188981971495225</id><published>2009-01-16T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:56:38.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one embrace, please ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're chasing heaven as it fades into black,&lt;br /&gt;Can't get it back, no, we can't get it back.&lt;br /&gt;It's like we're running crazy 8s 'round the track,&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to come back, can't wait to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lol. Puro lyrics na mga entries ko. He he. An sarap ng feeling matulog ng sobrang tagal. Para bang nawala lahat ng problema ko sa buhay. Ha ha ha. Exagge e. But yeh, I'm really glad wala nang prelims. Omg. FREEDOM. Ha ha. Super badshot pako kay Mama kagabi, pero now ok na kami. Parang walang nanyari, which is good, but alam ko tuwing may situations na connected kagabi, todo sermon nanaman ako nun. Yaan mo na, papakabait nalang ako. Ha ha. 44th Birthday ba naman niya sa Sunday. Hindi parin ako nakakaisip ng magandang gift idea. Dapat kasi Birthday niya Monday nalang, para mabilhan ko siya ng flowers sa Dangwa (Tama ba spelling?) Ha ha. Anywhooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagawa kami ng song ni Towi. Ha ha. KASO hindi ako makaisip ng lyrics. As in. Feeling ko kapag gumawa ako, ang gay ng kalalabasan. Tama ba, Towi ? Ha ha. Si Towi magaling naman magsulat, ayaw pa sumulat. Panget daw. Psh. Kung panget kanya, ano pa kaya akin. Mababaw yung mga lyrics na nagagawa ko e, wala man lang atang metaphor. But I really want to learn how to write lyrics like Copeland's and Mae's and Making April's. Seriously. :| Ha ha. And nagkaka urge nako now magbasa ng novels cause I guess pag nagbasa ako, titino English ko. XD At baka makasulat nako ng magandang essays and lyrics someday. If I were to read a book now, pipiliin ko Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice cause... wala lang. Gusto ko ganun din ako magsalita - - Old English. :D Ha ha ha. Let me dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuuh. ._. texted me right now. Sabi lang 'imy. yun lang.' He he. I unno how to reply to that, really. It might be awkward if I reply 'imissyou too'. I want the friendship back and I hope it happens before the school year ends. I guess kaya naman e, kaso ako lang ata yung nagiging bitter dito. Ewan. Mahaba-habang pag-iisip gagawin ko nito bago makareply. Ha ha ha. Hirap hirap magreply sa mga text kapag seryoso o kaya hindi direct to the point -- mahirap intindihin sobra. Ayaw na ayaw ko ba naman nag aassume... kasi sasaktan ko lang sarili ko pag ganun. Yak. Ha ha ! Tama na. Walang kwenta kwento ko tonight. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could you stay with me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;We sleep for dreaming and away it goes.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make you believe one last time,&lt;br /&gt;And let you feel it as my heart explodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-5467188981971495225?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5467188981971495225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=5467188981971495225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5467188981971495225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5467188981971495225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-one-embrace-please.html' title='Just one embrace, please ?'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-1322356847241788913</id><published>2009-01-14T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:02:19.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I'm Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lss: Goodbye, Goodnight - Mae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel like studying tonight, but still I'm not studying. How weird. o.o I'm just simply distracted by everything around me - music, internet, cellphone, dog, food... chocolates ! xD Ha ha. But I dun feel sad at all, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The nights are getting colder.&lt;br /&gt;The red light's on, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;To give up now doesn't make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;So this is my goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Surprised, because I thought I could walk you home tonight,&lt;br /&gt;but you're leaving me here on the defense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not sad, yet I feel something strong inside. I feel as if I need to keep distance again. Stay aloof from everything. Well, not really everything, but I dun think I have to go deeper in this post. But again - that's just my feeling. I'm still contemplating with my demented mind if I should do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm sitting under falling stars.&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss me where you are?&lt;br /&gt;I'm making plans to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But have they come unglued?&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from my very annoying feeling, I'm having trouble with school. Seriously. I could raise the white flag anytime soon, but I just can't do that. Mumi's gonna kill me. Lol. I'm failing ALL of my subjects EXCEPT PE. How great. I really wish I can become a Pro Athlete soon. T_T Buh Oh whell. Nstp Sucks too. I will try to drop that EFFIN Cwts tomorrow morning and if I fail, I have to write the best excuse letter ever as to why I failed to attend the first trip. Towi said he'll help out. Thank you, Towi. =o SIGH. Second trip will be on Sunday, January 18 and guess what - That's mammeh's burfday. I still don't have any gift for her. I'm a useless child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Goodbye, I'm not going to waste this time,&lt;br /&gt;this light that burns will keep on fading.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, I'm not getting up off of this ride,&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding tight until I can feel alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting hard. Well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprisingly having fun.&lt;br /&gt;But has it ended ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5585669384344790448-1322356847241788913?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1322356847241788913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=1322356847241788913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1322356847241788913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1322356847241788913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-im-gone.html' title='Ok I&apos;m Gone.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7255984471329134273</id><published>2009-01-13T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:23:59.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalalabooooo. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SWyHjcy8scI/AAAAAAAAABo/EUKjw217nK4/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SWyHjcy8scI/AAAAAAAAABo/EUKjw217nK4/s320/life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290752705348547010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;School sucks, but I can endure this for I know I'll see you again tomorrow... because of school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LABO. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7255984471329134273?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7255984471329134273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7255984471329134273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7255984471329134273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7255984471329134273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/lalalalabooooo-xd.html' title='Lalalalabooooo. xD'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SWyHjcy8scI/AAAAAAAAABo/EUKjw217nK4/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2896772280109324100</id><published>2009-01-12T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:03:32.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowning Crapzor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;My head is seriously aching right now for some unknown horrible reason. Well, my body has been weak lately due to lack of sleep and unending activities, but it got worse tonight. You know the feeling when sickness is just there around the corner ?  And the bad thing is that when you get too beat, it'll finally emerge like a ninja taking advantage of every filthy chance. I've started to feel sick - though I'm really hoping this slight illness would come to an end right now. I seriously need more energy for this week since it's our prelims and I have to finish my Formal Report in Chem Lab. But anyway, my head still hurts and I kinda proved the idea that striked me this morning: It's going to be a bad day. I had a bad hair day and it was frustrating me all throughout. BMA Lec and Lab Exams were too... evil. I dun even want to think about those subjects anymore. Suckers. Lol. BUT YUH - Headache Crap ! o-o I did too much thinking tonight and my face was so warm. It seemed like all my blood gushed up to my head, eventually realizing its faint redish color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Meme Falls Asleep* -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2896772280109324100?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2896772280109324100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2896772280109324100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2896772280109324100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2896772280109324100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/crowning-crapzor.html' title='Crowning Crapzor'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8021084736294234599</id><published>2009-01-11T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:47:22.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorgenics stuff. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Name: Melody Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Date: 1/11/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Colorgenics Number: 06431725&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You are seeking protection against anything which might seem to be exhausting you or tiring you out. It would appear that you are seeking a life of security and physical ease, free from any problem or disturbance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Of late, everything seems to be going so slowly - far slower than you anticipated - and this is causing you much anxiety and frustration. It would appear that there is little you can do about the series of events that now seem to be taking place. In spite of the fact that you feel like 'giving up' - don't. Take a deep breath and start over again and you will find that eventually the expression 'All's well that ends well' will have an extra special meaning for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Being emotionally inhibited you have no alternative at this time but to be a 'watcher' rather than a 'doer'. At this time you feel as if you are being forced to compromise and stand back. But this is not the true you. Deep down there is that warm 'open' you which is awaiting the moment to burst forth - maybe like the chrysalis which will soon become the butterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You are experiencing considerable stress which is essentially the result of on going rejection and hostility. You are in the unpleasant position where offers of trust, affection and understanding are being withheld and you are being treaded with a degrading lack of consideration. You feel that you are being denied the appreciation that you deserve, which is essential to your well-being and self-esteem, but you have to face up to the situation because as matters stand at this time there is little that you can do about it - you feel that you are getting nowhere and the continuous struggle is a lonely one: all difficulties and no encouragement. Whatever you try to say or do is met with continuous hostility and no matter how much you protest you are consistently misunderstood. You need to escape from the situation but you are so perplexed that you cannot find the strength of mind to make the necessary decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the past your trusting attitude has often been misunderstood and so you have needed to protect yourself against your tendency to be abused and taken advantage of. As a consequence you possibly adopt an aloof and critical attitude and you are only willing to let your guard down once sincerity and trustworthiness can be assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8021084736294234599?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8021084736294234599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8021084736294234599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8021084736294234599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8021084736294234599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/colorgenics-stuff-xd.html' title='Colorgenics stuff. xD'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4487203781999215754</id><published>2009-01-09T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:09:42.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME LINE BEYBEH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I still feel too damn lazy to update... and to prevent myself from forgetting everything that happened during mi very busy holidays, I will put in a time line right here of the events. Then, blog about each of them later on. Ha ha. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;December 23: Date with Robin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;December 24: Shopping for Christmas Gifts; Wimpy Kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;December 25: Christmas; Room Cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;December 26: I think (can't remember) I stayed at home; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Nagmukmok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;December 27: Hangout with Marko, Jeko, and Bully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;December 28: Mi Burfday: Debut; Sleepover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;December 29: Kfc; Opening of Gifts; Bea's Burfday: Debut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;December 30: Stayed at home; Watched August Rush and Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;December 31: Town with Jeko; PS3 Moments; New Year's Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;January 1: Bum around; Town with Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;January 2: Went to La Luz Batangas; Met Yui the Husky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;January 3: Go home from Beach; Tita Bobby's 70th Celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;January 4: Festival Mall with Cousins and Pamangkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;January 5: Michelle's Party; Drinking crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At dahil sa party ni Michelle, nangangati parin ako ! Crap. o.o !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So there. Dami ko na natype. Masakit na ulo ko sa kakaisip ng mga events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Please tell me if ever may mali ako. XD Ha ha ! THANKS. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4487203781999215754?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4487203781999215754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4487203781999215754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4487203781999215754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4487203781999215754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-line-beybeh.html' title='TIME LINE BEYBEH.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7623736562427134885</id><published>2009-01-01T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:09:01.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langya. o.o''</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ako ay hindi mapakali sa mga nangyayari. Wala naman dapat akong alalahanin, ngunit pilit na gumagana ang aking isip habang sinusubukang makipag-usap sa aking saloobin -- puso na masyadong nagmamahal hindi alam kung saan ang patutunguhan at alam na alam ang kasiyahang nais maipahiwatig sa taong pinahahalagahan pero kahit anong gawin ay nabubulag lamang lalo. Wag nang umasa pa dahil yoon naman talaga ang tama, hindi ba ? Ang pagmasdan siyang naglalakad na masaya, katabi ko at tumatawa hindi dahil sakin kundi dahil sa mga ibang taong nagpapasaya sakanya, ngunit alam ko naman na alam niyang narito lamang ako sa tabi niya, masaya sa piling niya at pprotektahan sa anumang sakuna. Madalas wala nang kwenta ang mga pinagsasabi ko, madalas nakakaburaot na. Minsan nakakamangha, minsan nakakasawa. Ano man ang tingin dito ay wala na akong pakialam, ang gusto ko lamang ay tandaan niyang masaya ako kapag masaya siya  at handa siyang yakapin kapag kailangan niya ng kaibigan... na nagmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Y u k o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7623736562427134885?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7623736562427134885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7623736562427134885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7623736562427134885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7623736562427134885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/langya-oo.html' title='Langya. o.o&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8494465932706416420</id><published>2009-01-01T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:45:37.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovebugggggg !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Now I'm speechless over the edge, I'm just breathless.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd catch this lovebug again.&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless, head over heals in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd get hit by this lovebug again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not so sure what to say, but I felt like blogging. Lately, batchmates and I have been making lots of plans, but yeah. Like a while ago, I wanted to go to Sbucks. Rai, Bata, and Rob were fine by it, but Juju couldn't go with us cause she said it was late around 11.30pm and she dint ask permission. We kinda forced her to just 'takas', however we failed. Yet the plan was still there, so when Rai suggested that we leave already, I suddenly found out that we were gonna sbucks at Santana, not Bluewave. I want Bluewave so that Bata could come with us, but anyway... we just cancelled the idea. Another plan is that beach tomorrow. I might go to the beach with family and I've been asking people if they would love to come with us. Brian would love to and it's his bday by the way. Lol. But yeah, he's not allowed to go out tomorrow. Ryan and Robin are both game for tomorrow's plan, but the problem is that Bata can't come cause she said it's short notice and she must study. Ybee can't too cause he's gonna study. Juju can't too cause of her ballet. So much for diligence and responsibility. He he. So yeah. Before I got dc in ym a while ago, I was left there with Ryan, Robin, and Jmar. We were talking about Ragnarok stuff, Lol. Then, I found out that those three were gonna donate money to the private server. They're so addicted to it. Rob and Jmar are gonna give 2k each, while Ryan will give 1k. Rob was telling Rai to give 2k too, but Rai said 2k is too much, 1k is enough. Good decision, Rai. Lol. I never tried spending that much for RO. I almost did before, but yeah. Good thing I dint. &gt;.&lt; OR DID I AND I JUST FORGOT ? O.O Lols. Sooo. What else. I watched Pride and Prejudice earlier. I love it. O.O'' The way they spoke and the senteces they used were sooooo.... attractive. Every sentence was seductive. Ha ha ! Does it have a book ? If so, here I come book. LoL. I wanna learn to speak witty like em. :) Ha ha. Hmm Then went to town with family. They boughts gifts for Tita Bobi's 70th birthday this Saturday. Can't wait. I'm gonna see my cousins again. I can see Alexander too ! The younger brother of Catherine, the half danish girl at my debut. I unno why Alexander wasn't there. Never seen him for... yearssssssssss. Anyway. Karl told me Alexander is a really tall, handsome, and sweet kid now. Aww. I must see him ! Ha ha incest ! XD SO YEAH. This post is long now. I must stop ! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I can't get your smile out of my mind, I think about your eyes all the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5585669384344790448-8494465932706416420?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8494465932706416420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8494465932706416420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8494465932706416420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8494465932706416420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/lovebugggggg.html' title='Lovebugggggg !'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4039057602495752252</id><published>2008-12-31T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:41:21.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZEHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grabbed from Jeko. :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAR END SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;Broke up. Ate Dippin' Dots. Turned 18, had a debut. Drove without mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;I just say the same stuff over and over again. Stop being so lazy, study hard, blalala and none of em were put into heart. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I unno. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;No one close to me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;This year... nada. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Diligence. Perseverance. Punctuality !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhh. Too many. Well, December 28. My debut party. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Learned how to let go ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;Failed in Trigo. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, that happening after my first Judo match fell like total injury. I felt like I was gonna die. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What was the best thing you bought? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I BOUGHT ? Uhh. Food ? Ha ha ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Barney's ? Ha ha. No idea. I guess no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Where did most of your money go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Food, load, presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I unno. I can't remember anything that got me really really really excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What song(s) will always remind you of 2008? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When We Die - Bowling for Soup.&lt;br /&gt;So Contagious - Acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Compared to this time last year, are you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;i. happier or sadder? -- Happier... ? xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ii. thinner or fatter? -- Thinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;iii. richer or poorer? -- Richer. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What do you wish you'd done more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Too many to type. o.o''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What do you wish you'd done less of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;BUM AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How many one-night stands? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Huh o.o... I guess... none ? XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What was your favorite TV program? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hm. Nada. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I dun really watch the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;No idea. No one pops out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What was the best book you read? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;FOR ONE MORE DAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What was your greatest musical discovery? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Making april ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What did you want and get? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stuff... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I had my debut party. 18 ! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I should have made better decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Better. LOL. I lost weight.... so less weight = more shirts to fit. Ha ha ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What kept you sane? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My Loveleh pc and the internet. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Richard Gutierrez forevah. LOL :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Who did you miss? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Different person every month. HA HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't expect. Expect the worst. Let go of the things that can never be yours, logically and morally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What was the nicest thing someone told you about yourself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Uhh.. Nothing. o.o Ha ha. Hmm. That I'm good with words ? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The most touching experience you've had this year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gifts ? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What did you like most about yourself this year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know when to let go already. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What did you hate most about yourself this year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I was too emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"But I thought that I should tell you, if it's not too late to say. I can put back all the pieces, they just might not fit the same." - When we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was 2008 a good year for you?&lt;br /&gt;Yuh. Since I usually base things on the last part. It Ended too well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Month of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your least favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Summer class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when 2008 began?&lt;br /&gt;I dun remember. Ha ha. Inside my room ? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;Myself ?  o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be when 2008 ends?&lt;br /&gt;Right here, at home. Eat, open presents, internet then sleep. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you be with when 2008 ends?&lt;br /&gt;Mi Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a new years resolution for 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Unno... ha ha. Kiss. LOL. Kidding &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite month of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose anybody close to you in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Yeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss anybody in the past year?&lt;br /&gt;Friends from ICA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite record from 2008?&lt;br /&gt;What ? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many concerts did you see in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;None. Nada. Zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you drink a lot of alcohol in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;I dun drink. '_'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do a lot of drugs in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;YEH lol joke. Never tried drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do anything you are ashamed of this year?&lt;br /&gt;LOTS of em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money did you spend in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;No Idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your proudest moment of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;When I chose the right path ? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your most embarrassing moment of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Fighting along the streets. Chismoso people watching. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time to any moment of 2008 and change something, what would it be? La la la laaaaa ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for 2009?&lt;br /&gt;Become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you different now that the year has ended?&lt;br /&gt;Different, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your wishes for the new year?&lt;br /&gt;That bitterness shall fade out of everyone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-4039057602495752252?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4039057602495752252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4039057602495752252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4039057602495752252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4039057602495752252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazehhh.html' title='LAZEHHH'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-5430669716685100257</id><published>2008-12-25T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:55:11.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SVUmiEbiRpI/AAAAAAAAABg/xbR1O_ayo1E/s1600-h/DSC08404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SVUmiEbiRpI/AAAAAAAAABg/xbR1O_ayo1E/s400/DSC08404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284172104535787154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I could wake up to this everyday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And walk in the fields as I watch the sun smile for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I see your face, my heart smiles too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;3/4 credits: Jessica Barnido. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-5430669716685100257?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5430669716685100257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=5430669716685100257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5430669716685100257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5430669716685100257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/gift-hunt-with-rob.html' title='Take me on.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SVUmiEbiRpI/AAAAAAAAABg/xbR1O_ayo1E/s72-c/DSC08404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6323445396698928426</id><published>2008-12-25T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:38:29.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SO IT'S FRIDAY AND OBVIOUSLY I ONLY HAVE TWO MORE DAYS TIL MY ******* DEBUT. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have around 4 blog entries to post, but I'm not really in the mood to make em right now - Reason: It's a sekret. Lol. So yeh, I woke up early... and yeah. I just decided to go online even though I feel too lazy to ( wow. it's a surprise that I'm not excited about the internet. ) So while I was browsing the net, mum came in to give me the ugleh 'Thank You' cards for my debut. I'm supposed to sign everything with 'Meme'. -.- I'm in the process of signing now, but I believe I still have a long way to go. Signing feels like forever and I'm not even half-way done. I'm dumb in signing cause all of my signs look different and slothful. I think I've been writing different names on every card: Meme, LMeme, Nene, Mene, Meene and I have this funny one, I suddenly wrote Memo. Lol. This signing work makes me feel more... lol. o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. I would like to thank my cousins Kuya John, Angelo, and Kuya Mac for helping me clean my room yesterday. Also, Donald - The friend of Kuya John. Donald is so appealing for me... and he's been staying here with us for 2 days now. *_* I'll tell you the details of my admiration for him on my other post. Lols. So yeh, my room is dam surprisingly clean now. It's actually refreshing. :| Actually, we're not yet done cleaning - especially my ewy bathroom. &gt;.&lt; But seeing my room this clean is already satisfying. Ang again, Imma tell you the details about my room cleaning on my other post. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yuh, I asked mami to buy me a book last Wednesday. She was complaining as to why it's so expensive and it's so thin... but eventually, with all my pleading and cute eyes, she agreed. o.o It's called 'DIARY of a Wimpy Kid' XD A novel in cartoons. He he. It has lots of drawings inside... so fun to read. @.@ ! I'm half-way done. He he he he. Can't believe I'm reading on Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh anyway. Why is this post so long ? I guess blogging is a nice way to release bad auras. BUT SERIOUSLY. I just wish something good happens today. My cousins are all asleep still. I was actually expecting to wake up around 11am today, but here am I... signing, mocking. Letting go is a part of my life already cause it's something that helps me up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-6323445396698928426?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6323445396698928426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6323445396698928426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6323445396698928426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6323445396698928426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/bummer.html' title='Bummer.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6680716952749886757</id><published>2008-12-22T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:35:17.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have so many things to blog about, but I'm just feeling down right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This sucks and it's been bugging my entire being since yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straw. TT____TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really dun understand you at all. I know that I should stop and this is what I'm trying to to, but please stop trying to make me hang on still. I know it's dumb for me to think like this, but I can't help it. I'm a human being and I know how to expect even the most minute feeling in life; however I'm trying here. I'm doing my best to think well and remind myself that this isn't the right way. What do you expect me to think ? What do you expect me to feel ? What am I supposed to do ? And you're giving me more reasons to make emo posts here. TT___TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night, I texted straw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said goodnight, (insert straw's name here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then you reply to me with this message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"G'morning meme. you spelled (insert  straw's name here) with a single m kagabi. hehe. wala lang. have a great day. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know what to reply to that and this sucks, yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photoshoot today, I should smile. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5585669384344790448-6680716952749886757?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6680716952749886757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6680716952749886757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6680716952749886757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6680716952749886757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/breaking-down.html' title='Breaking down.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-8781535481026942345</id><published>2008-12-21T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:51:43.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAKS -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fakt # 1:&lt;br /&gt;Kuripot ako. Sobrang kuripot ako kapag hindi ko masyado gusto ang reason kung ba't bibili ako. Kaya naiinis ako kay Mama kasi yung mga ipon kong Yen from Papa, yun binigay niya para allowance ko this Christmas. E ayoko talaga gastusin yon para sa load ko, exchange gift dito sa bahay, at pang lakwatsya, pero wala ako choice. Hindi niya ako binigyan today ng allowance from her own money. Mapapagastos ako ng wala sa oras. Nooou.  &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakt # 2:&lt;br /&gt;Tamad ako. Lalo na sa mga bagay na ayaw kong gawin. Katulad nalang ng pag aattach ng napakalaking file sa email. Ilang oras ko na inaattach to at wala paring nanyayari. Hindi ako makaalis ng bahay. Bago daw ako umalis kailangan masend ko na 'tong tarpaulin na 'to. Nakakabanas. :| Ayan, nabagsak ko pa LG phone ko. Psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakt # 3:&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko na ipadevelop yung film kaso sa sobrang kuripot ko, parang ayaw ko nalang. Ha ha. Magkano ba padevelop ngayon ? Dapat kasi si Mama gagastos para dito e. Humingi ako pera, pero sabi niya ako nalang daw magbayad. Mura lang naman daw yun. May pera naman daw ako. Hay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakt # 4:&lt;br /&gt;May photoshoot ako bukas, pero ayaw ko pumunta, pero kelangan ko pumunta. Whyyyy. Ha ha. Nakakahiya mag pose and all. Hindi ba naman ako photogenic. Mukhang sobrang joke time naman 'tong debut na to e. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakt # 5:&lt;br /&gt;Stressful mag debut. Reminder lang: Wag na kayo mag debut. Lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-8781535481026942345?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8781535481026942345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=8781535481026942345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8781535481026942345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/8781535481026942345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/faks.html' title='FAKS -.-'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6901691425462617481</id><published>2008-12-20T19:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:40:47.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIFTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ginising ako kanina ng maaga para sa bunutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Kris Kringle kami dito sa bahay at mapapagastos nanaman ako. &gt;.&lt; Ha ha. Nabunot ko si Tita Andresa kaya kelangan ko bumili ng something soft today. Nakakatamad pero sige nalang. Ayoko na din talaga gumastos pero mukhang wala akong choice. 3 days kami kris kringle tas yung main gift sa December 24 at dapat worth 500 pataas. Ano naman kaya bibilhin ko para sa nabunot ko ? Mamimili pa din ako ng regalo para kay Mami, Neil, Tita Gigi, Nikki, Tita Jojo, at Ate Lita. Gusto ko din bilhan sila Karl ng regalo pero hindi na ata talaga kasya pera ko. xD Ha ha. Binigyan lang ako ni Mami ng 1k allowance pambili ng gifts at tinatanong niya ako kung kasya na yun. Gusto ko sabihin na hindi kasya pero sige nalang. Pag sinabi ko kasi hindi kasya, dami nanaman niya sasabihin. Baka uminit lang ulo namin dalawa. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo yun. Pupunta ako mall mamaya. Baka sa Festi or sa Southmall. Gusto ko gumala somewhere kaya nagyaya ako. Tas sabi ni Bata nagyayaya daw si Rai sa Tagaytay sa 30. Mukhang malabong payagan ako dun. Ha ha. Sa 28 debut ko, 29 debut ni Bea tas biglang yun ? XD Ha ha. Magpapakabait nalang ako. Hmm. May nadagdag pala sa wishlist ko. Eto shshare ko complete list ko. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;0. Straw ...&lt;br /&gt;1. Lancer Ex&lt;br /&gt;2. VAIO Laptop - Noble Brown&lt;br /&gt;3. Nintendo Wii&lt;br /&gt;4. Ps3&lt;br /&gt;5. Nintendo DS&lt;br /&gt;6. New Phone&lt;br /&gt;7. Plasma Flat Screen-TV -- With cable. HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;8. Drum set&lt;br /&gt;9. Little turtle o.o&lt;br /&gt;10. Soccerball/Basketball/Volleyball/Baseball&lt;br /&gt;11. Acrylic Paint set&lt;br /&gt;12. Nike Jacket&lt;br /&gt;13. Converse/Vans&lt;br /&gt;14. Nice top&lt;br /&gt;15. LANCER EX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha. Ang haba ng list ko, but o well ! Let's see kung may makuha ako dian sa Christmas and Birthday ko. He he. Mami, hear my wishes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May date ata kami ni Marko sa Monday tas may date din ata kami ni Jeko pagbalik niya from La Union. Ha ha ha. Gusto ko talaga gumala. Kaya sana matuloy naman mga date ko. :)) Lol. Straw kung binabasa mo 'to at malamang never mo 'to mababasa. Walalang. Miss na kita. He he. Ingat ka. Merry Christmas and  a Jolly New Year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-6901691425462617481?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6901691425462617481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6901691425462617481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6901691425462617481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6901691425462617481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/gifts.html' title='GIFTS.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-1885895928191293922</id><published>2008-12-20T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:44:41.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotillion - Debut stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wrote something random while walking around SM Bicutan last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The hardest part of liking someone is the confusion that strikes whenever he comes to you -- it makes you happy, yet it makes you want to forget too.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty busy and fun day. I had to wake up a little early 'cause we planned to have cotillion practice at 10am, but due to unfortunate events... we ended up leaving the house at around 12.15pm. The planned schedule was destroyed because almost everyone was late, including my sluggish self. Ryan was quite thoughtful since he brought his Innova so that there would be enough transpo for everyone. It was also funny when Rai, Rob, and Cj picked up Hanna. I just texted Rob if they could pick up Hanna (My blockmate who they never met) from KFC. I dint receive any reply so I just assumed that Rob dint receive my text, but when the those three came back from Rai's place, we were surprised to see Hanna with them. I asked how they knew who my friend was and Rob said that she was just standing there so he assumed that she's Hanna. Ha ha. So much for friendliness, Robin. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum decided to let us eat lunch first. So at around 12.30pm, we reached BF McDo. We had our random orders and ate quickly 'cause mum was nagging us that we were running out of time for practice. Grachie came by just to see us. I can't believe I miss her a lot. Lol. After bloating ourselves with our munchies, we then headed on to our practice place - my alma mater, ICA. It felt weird, but it also felt fun to walk around there... reminiscing the old HS Days. We then urgently started practicing. We were ALMOST complete - only Jeko and Marko were absent. Jeko is in La Union now and Marko is... not feeling well. -.- Whateve Marko. Kiddin, Ha ha. I enjoy dancing. I think it's fun. I think it makes me feel all jolly and stuff. My only problem with dancing is my wood-like body. I just unno how to shake it well. :| HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the water-breaks and stuff. We were practicing at the gym and so gym = basketball court. Hihi. I got to shoot baskets again after years of months. It was indeed fun and I felt like a shooting guard (self-proclaimed, i know -.- HA HA). I just love the 3-point line. &gt;.&lt; But I realized something while playing. My body is unforgivable now. I've become too thin that I think I've lost half of my original energy for sports. Back in High school, shooting from the 3-point line was damn easy and a piece of cake, but now I would always have to deep charge my shoots. I should do something about this... I guess I can call myself lame now. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting sweaty due to practice and basketball, we then decided to retreat. My Hs friends went somewhere else to eat right after that, while I went on with my mother, cousins (Karl, Michelle, Nikki, Miggy, Angelo), and Hanna. We stopped at Valley-1 and waited for Hanna to get in a Fx. After that, home at last. It's been years since I actually got to hang out with my cousins. We were just talking about random stupid stuff while devouring our hot pandesal and vanilla ice cream... and after a few minutes we just stayed inside my lil room, music connecting us all. Everything that each of us said was laugh-worthy, but we were cut off by a call from Michelle's dad asking them to go home already since it was running late. So they fixed themselves, then Mum, Neil, Nikki, and I drove them to Betterliving. Thereafter, we decided to go to SM Bicutan to check out the grocery and eat dinner. I saw this Converse Skate Shoes and I love it. It won't come out of my head up until now, but I'm surprisingly shy to tell Mami that I want her to buy it for me. NEVERTHELESS I still want it. I love it. I must get it. Someday. LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CHRISTMAS IS SO NEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY TOO. BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I need better days." &lt;/span&gt;- Memo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-1885895928191293922?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1885895928191293922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=1885895928191293922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1885895928191293922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/1885895928191293922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/cotillion-debut-stress.html' title='Cotillion - Debut stress'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2839037183376121777</id><published>2008-12-19T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:20:47.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paskuhan sadness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAYCRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had our Paskuhan today.&lt;br /&gt;So we ate at Mcdonald's.&lt;br /&gt;So we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;So we watched Bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;So we took infinite photographs.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;So I completed my stickers.&lt;br /&gt;So we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;So we savored every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bid goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;So Straw hugged me tight.&lt;br /&gt;So Straw whispered to my ear a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So Straw said sorry for the absence on my upcoming debut.&lt;br /&gt;So Straw whispered smiles to my ears --&lt;br /&gt;So it made butterflies creep through my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone had to go.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not want to.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I had to.&lt;br /&gt;But I had to say more.&lt;br /&gt;And I should learn how to PAUSE.&lt;br /&gt;But it was the only chance left.&lt;br /&gt;And if I said something friendship would have faded.&lt;br /&gt;But I just could not let go.&lt;br /&gt;And I did not want Straw to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I do,&lt;br /&gt;I will always feel blue.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what songs I sing,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what my heart can bring,&lt;br /&gt;I can never give you a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, love.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to think of you,&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to dream of you,&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to see you,&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;Cause there is just nothing else that I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5585669384344790448-2839037183376121777?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2839037183376121777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2839037183376121777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2839037183376121777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2839037183376121777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/paskuhan-sadness.html' title='Paskuhan sadness.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-5275779558370548339</id><published>2008-12-16T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:30:42.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't sleep and my thoughts are bugging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lab report:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I really feel lazy right now. It's 3am and I have no idea what to write, but I have to finish it for the sake of my group mates' grades. I feel annoyed that it's my turn to do this and today is just not the right for me to make this crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Judo Competition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I have to go to USTe later before 8am and I am really nervous right now. At least winning my first match would make me feel good, but my first opponent will be from the College of Architecture. Judo members from Archi are really good and yeah, I'm just a damn beginner. I really need rest, yet I'm here awake, trying to think of what to write for Lab report. Total crap. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paskuhan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paskuhan will be on Friday and I'm still confused about my gift list. I've no money anymore due to treasuring problems (Another CRAP) and yeah, it sucks. I gotta buy the gifts on Thursday, but still I don't know what to buy for them. Also - The Pillow. I don't think I still want to give the pillow to this someone who I think wouldn't appreciate it at all. I just don't know anymore. o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Debut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 2 more weeks and it's going to be my debut. We need at least two more practices for cotillion. I still have SO MUCH to work on and it's stressing me out. Aside from those works, mum is stressing me out too with her rants and random odd ideas. I just want this to be done quickly. I want a peaceful Christmas vacation. :| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wishlist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really don't know what mami will get me for Christmas and Birthday. I hope I get a good one... something like DS or Wii or PS3 or New Phone or Laptop or Lancer Ex - I wish. Ha ha ha. She told me that she's gonna give me another gift - trip to somewhere. I'm feeling England, France... just guessing. :)) Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lab report:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again, it sucks. x[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm loveless. Ha ha. Maybe crushless - Lols. Well, I'm not so sure anymore. I'm just into bumming around now and playing DotA and valuing my close friends and music. I don't enjoy writing stuff any longer... I know I'm lacking inspiration, but no one is there to drown me with it. Should I be happy about this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LSS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Driveway - Making April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we pull into your driveway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don’t want you to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The stars get your attention,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I lean back in my seat and we just talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And listen to the mix that you had made me days before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I was never good at this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Insinuating lines that might lead to that first kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So roll your eyes with every awkward line I fumble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until I get this right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was I wrong to take this bound ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;‘Cause I’m in love with what I found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you’re coy and you’re holding things back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I know you but I can’t see through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These doors that you won’t let me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess I’ll turn around, I’ll turn around, and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I’ll just go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I’ll wake up with this taste of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A bitter sweet despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;‘Cause holding you is like fighting for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A final breath of air that drifts the room tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m getting tight and I can feel you falling off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So give me one more chance I’ll take this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One more shot I’ll make this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One more feeling I can’t get from anyone but you, but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sleep:&lt;br /&gt;Now is probably the best time for me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP ON TIME later. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-5275779558370548339?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5275779558370548339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=5275779558370548339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5275779558370548339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5275779558370548339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-6807919331363700098</id><published>2008-12-10T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:20:36.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalalala...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so sleeeepy, but I know I have so much stuff to work on. Why, oh why do we even have to sleep ? Why do we even get dreams ? Why do we even know how to breathe ? Nightmare or Fairytale, I just should love it anyway. Cause I enter a world everyday that no one else can enter. I'm making no sense at all. I'm sleepy, but I must not ! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;LSS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’m racing time for you&lt;br /&gt;You know I need this now&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve been burning all my aspirations down&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve been feeling closer day by day&lt;br /&gt;You know I’ll chase you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-6807919331363700098?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6807919331363700098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=6807919331363700098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6807919331363700098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/6807919331363700098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/shalalala.html' title='Shalalala...'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-7480233120175077311</id><published>2008-12-09T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:25:25.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/ST5DxNRLJFI/AAAAAAAAABY/ITC1lpydovU/s1600-h/dsadadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/ST5DxNRLJFI/AAAAAAAAABY/ITC1lpydovU/s400/dsadadas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277730325979145298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had an activity in Social Psychology not so long ago. We were to write something about the person depending on how we perceive them and I got surprised with what the others wrote here Lol. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum will be back home later and I will pick her up together with my aunt and cousin. Back to normal life. Back to being a kiddo. Back to mother-daughter responsibilities. Sounds fun ? NR. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-7480233120175077311?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7480233120175077311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=7480233120175077311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7480233120175077311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/7480233120175077311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/ST5DxNRLJFI/AAAAAAAAABY/ITC1lpydovU/s72-c/dsadadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-4246785517428320207</id><published>2008-12-07T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:38:00.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manila Bay Dining Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I Wrote This Song - Making April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, I wouldn't go that far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So many things have happened and I just can't put them all into words or maybe I'm just too damn lazy to do so. Whatever the reason is, I just really want to share something that has been bugging my mind since yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Manila Bay Dining Cruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ M e m o ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5585669384344790448-4246785517428320207?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4246785517428320207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=4246785517428320207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4246785517428320207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/4246785517428320207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/manila-bay-dining-cruise.html' title='Manila Bay Dining Cruise'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2832966019153456669</id><published>2008-11-29T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:00:59.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lancer Ex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am in love with a car right now. Ha ha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;as in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's like the cheapest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; car for me and I will definitelyfight for it. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's the Mitsubishi Lancer Ex '08. It has a very smexy interior and exterior... I would never ask for more. Ha ha. Here are pics of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/STJqmrrta4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/lGgnh9X8jGY/s1600-h/lan08_pglgprev_ex_1.en-us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 87px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/STJqmrrta4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/lGgnh9X8jGY/s320/lan08_pglgprev_ex_1.en-us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274395326397901698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/STJrOPSbYMI/AAAAAAAAABA/EdYP9OU3SqE/s1600-h/lan09_pglgprev_ex_3.en-us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 87px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/STJrOPSbYMI/AAAAAAAAABA/EdYP9OU3SqE/s320/lan09_pglgprev_ex_3.en-us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274396005970436290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/STJsY4MEo6I/AAAAAAAAABI/B6uAAwymIQM/s1600-h/lan09_pglgprev_in_2.en-us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/STJsY4MEo6I/AAAAAAAAABI/B6uAAwymIQM/s320/lan09_pglgprev_in_2.en-us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274397288259953570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/STJsekq3jhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IIOqPbHSF-U/s1600-h/lan09_pglgprev_in_9.en-us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/STJsekq3jhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IIOqPbHSF-U/s320/lan09_pglgprev_in_9.en-us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274397386099625490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;closest thing to perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;farthest thing from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;. Lol. I hope not !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I have to study harder and be nicer to my Mami. Ha ha. She really likes that Rav4 SUV, which is why that's the car that I asked from Dad, but seriously, I'd trade all other Toyota and Honda cars for this Lancer. I gotta find a way to convince Mami to get me this car... and I hope I become successful. Wish me luck ! Ha ha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yesterday, I've been out for almost the entire day and I'll just put in the estimated timeline. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.30pm - 2.00pm:&lt;/span&gt; Travel to UST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.oopm - 5.oopm:&lt;/span&gt; Judo Training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.oopm - 6.oopm:&lt;/span&gt; Sat and walked around UST, alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.oopm - 6.3opm: &lt;/span&gt;Travel to Taft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.3opm - 7.15pm: &lt;/span&gt;Travel to Ortigas with Robin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.15pm - 11.oopm:&lt;/span&gt; Surprise birthday debut for Jess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.oopm - 1.ooam: &lt;/span&gt;Hang out with batchmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.ooam - 2.ooam: &lt;/span&gt;Brought batchmates home, then Robin brought me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.ooam - 3.ooam:&lt;/span&gt; Bummed around, thought about things, then fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...And I believe the timeline I made is hecka clear and awesome. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ha ha. It's understandable anyway. So it's a Sunday and I have to make my introduction for my debut's invitation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Pa-goodshot kay Mami !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ha ha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2832966019153456669?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2832966019153456669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2832966019153456669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2832966019153456669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2832966019153456669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/11/lancer-ex.html' title='Lancer Ex.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/STJqmrrta4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/lGgnh9X8jGY/s72-c/lan08_pglgprev_ex_1.en-us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-3429196158134321964</id><published>2008-11-16T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:50:01.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov. 14-16 Thrillers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ako'y magkwekwento ngayon at ang post kong ito ay Tagalog dahil gusto ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeka, tinatamad talaga ako magpost, pero eto na..&lt;br /&gt;para naman madagdagan laman ng blog ko din. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So, November 14-16 and tinatawag kong '3 Days of November'. Alam niyo kung bakit ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ganito kasi yun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;November 14 - Birthday ni Ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;November 15 - Birthday ni Cj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;November 16 - Araw nila Cj at Mariel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nadagdagan pa nagyong 2008 kasi Debut din ni Jizelle nung November 15.. tas yung araw naman nila Cj at Mariel ay ang 1st Anniversary nila. Ha ha. At napakaraming nangyari sa tatlong araw na iyon.. kaya narito ako upang ikwento ang mga detalye ng mga kaganapan. x) Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Noong November 14 ng hapon ay nagtext si Johanna sakin. What time ba daw uwian ko, punta daw ako sa Robinsons Manila dahil kasama din niya si Mariel at Cj. Syempre gusto ko naman gumala kahit minsan kaya tinanong ko kung pupunta si Ryan. Sabi naman ni Ryan, pupunta ata daw siya, e di yun. Sumabay ako sakanya tapos mga 4:30pm ? nakadating na kami. Tumambay lang kaming 5 ng sandali tapos biglang kinailangan na ni Johanna umalis. Dadalaw pa daw sila ng family niya sa lola niya sa Kalookan. Nakakalungkot diba, ang aga niya umalis tapos hindi pa nanglibre si Ryan nun. Ha ha. Pag-alis ni Johanna, sabay naman dumating si Ybee. Naglakad kami ng konte at nag desisyon kumain na... kaya sa Shakey's kami napadpad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masarap talaga ang libre!&lt;/span&gt; Ha ha. Kumain kami at nung patapos na kami, saka lang dumatin si Youko galing Madocs. So yun, pagkatapos kumain ay nag window shop nalang kami at umuwi na. :)) Bumaba sila Mariel at Cj sa may airport road. Si Ybee sa Lopez. Tas hinatid ako ni Ryan sa bahay, pati sa Youko. Mga 9.30pm nako nakauwi, buti hindi nagalit mama. Ha ha. Thanks ulit, Rai !  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nako, ang haba ng post ko. Pero sige lang. Nasa November 15 nako. Ha ha. Sa amin mag bibihis si Mariel nung araw na yun bago pumunta sa debut ni Jizelle, pero hindi ko naman inakalang napaka aga niya dumating ! Nagtxt siya ng super aga, tinanong kung gising nako. Nabasa ko, pero nakatulog ulit ako. Nagising ulit ako, may text siya na papunta na siya... pero nakatulog ulit ako. At 3rd gising ko, nagulat nalang ako at may batang nag cocomputer sa room ko. Ha ha ! Pero ayos lang, sanay na din siyang lagi ako tulog, habang nandun siya at nag cocomputer. :)) Maya maya, nagulat nalang kami at dumating si Roxanne. Tumambay lang siya ng medyo matagal dahil nag PSP siya tapos umalis na din. Tamad na tamad kami ni Mariel magbihis... kaya mga 5 something na ata ako naligo. Dumating na din si Roxanne at sabay sabay kami nag make-up. Lols. At maya maya, dumatin na rin si Robin para sunduin kami. Nakakatawa talaga yung suot ni Robin. May scarf pa e. xD Ha ha. Tapos nun, dumating na din si Ryan dahil sakanya sumakay si Mariel, at lahat kami ay nagsi tungo na sa debut. Sa Ayala Alabang Country Club naganap ang debut. Grabe, ang ganda ng debut ni Jizelle. Ang saya din. :D Nakakainis nga lang nung cotillion, alam ko namang hindi ako marunong sumayaw.. tawa ng tawa sila Brian at Roxanne. -.- Di tuloy ako maka diskarte. Ha ha ! Birthday din pala ni Cj nun at binigay na ni Mariel yung surprise niyang scrap book. Nakow, hindi pala ako nakasulat dun. Masyado na akong tamad. x[ Ha ha. Pagkatapos ng lahat ay yung favorite ko. :)) Nagplano sila mag inom or sbucks.. kaya nagsi-alisan na kami. 4 cars kami, kay Ryan, Robin, Clark, and Grachie. Ang lawak talaga sa Village na yun, kaya nag attempt mag race si Rob at Rai.. pero natakot si Robin kasi baka mahuli kami at talo naman daw car niya sa Camry ni Rai. Ha ha xD Tas sila Mariel din pala, natatakot na kasi ambilis magpatakbo ni Ryan. Pagka labas ng village, sabi ko kay Robin, pa drive. At pumayag siya ! Yay ! xD Waha. Ayun... I had fun sa pag drive. :D Dumiretsyo na kami sa Sbucks... at thank you ulit Cj dahil nilibre moko ng frappe... at nakakuha ako ng 4 stickers. ^.^ I need 9 more though. Congrats, Brai. Nakuha na nia yung planner. :)) So yeah... tambay til 2 something. Then uwi mga 2.30am. Pagdating namin ni Mariel dito sa house, nag net lang siya... tas katxt ko si Cj kasi nag paalam siya kung pwede daw 8am punta siya dito para isurprise si Mariel ng breakfast. Anniv nila e. :D Tapos  natulog na kami ng mga 4am !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. Ang haba talaga. Kahit ako pagod na. Pero masaya mag kwento sa blog. :)) Ha ha ha. Kaya ayun. Nag alarm ako ng 8am. Pag gising ko nagtxt na si Cj, nagtanong kung gising nako. Ha ha, sabi ko yeah. Tas nakatulog ulit ako. O.O buti nagising ako nung nagtxt nanaman siya na nandun na siya. So there, bumaba ako... pinapasok ko siya. Tas ginising niya si Mariel with her breakfast. Ang cute nila diba. =^.^= Waha. So nag shower si Mariel kasi mag chchurch sila. Tas maya maya... umalis na din sila. And so... ako ay mag isa na ulit sa bahay at ang ginawa ko lang ng buong maghapon ngayong araw ay matulog. :) Nag-enjoy ako sa 3 days na lumipas at sana may mas exciting pang mga magaganap sa mga araw na darating. Ö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na ang pasko.&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap mag-ipon.&lt;br /&gt;Pero kakayanin ko 'to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats sa makakatapos na basahin tong buong post. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"And if the world doesn't see what I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well that's not a reason for me to say that I'm not free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-3429196158134321964?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3429196158134321964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=3429196158134321964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/3429196158134321964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/3429196158134321964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/11/nov-14-16-thrillers.html' title='Nov. 14-16 Thrillers.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-2150838769827898587</id><published>2008-11-08T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:47:23.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess what ? I'm quite happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why ? 'Cause I've come back to something that I've always loved -- Sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I love sports and yesterday, I attended my first practice in Judo, Science Team. It actually took me months to get into a sport again... and I feel relieved now. :) I've been dreaming of playing tennis, but I just could not find the time to do so... and luckily, before my hope for it died, Judo came to rescue me ! Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to USTe around 10am for the practice. It was so embarrassing at first... but as the rollings and back falls and stuff were being taught to me... I started to feel great. Great to be in a place where everyone enjoys something in common. There were AB and Engineering people too and everyone was happy and laughing around, while practicing with all their strengths. And oh yeah, there were 3 cute cuteeee guys. Ha ha. xD So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just wanted to share this lil joy inside of me. Thank you, Kuya Ian for letting me join the team. I promise to practice with all my heart and I won't let you down. Oh, I have great team captains too -- Ate Lara and Kuya Popoy. Ha ha. :) Now, I'm just deciding whether I'm going to join the intrams or not. I want to, but I don't want to give up my last PE which is Football. I worked so hard to get that slot during our enrollment. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hafta go and study BioOrg now. Trying to be a herb this time. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; All the best !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-2150838769827898587?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2150838769827898587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=2150838769827898587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2150838769827898587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/2150838769827898587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-my-dream.html' title='Back to my dream.'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585669384344790448.post-5036188925039074500</id><published>2008-10-29T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:44:47.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R e f r e s h -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First post -- Well, not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've had my first four posts before, but due to my craziness, I've deleted them all. I like my new layout, I love the background music; My new blog makes me smile. :) Ha ha, I know I sound really insane now, but that's how I feel and I willingly stick to it... and that's one problem with me. You see, I like my brain. I mean, I like to feed it with so many things and I just want it to help me decide on matters all the time, but I just can't get it right. My feelings munches on my entire pillow heart, then eventually conquers my fighting brain. It's frustrating sometimes, if you know what I mean. O well, what I said honestly makes sense to me, although I'm not so sure if it makes sense to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's 1am and I don't even want to think about sleeping. I'm beat. Today has been very tiring and difficult for me. Mami woke me up early so that she could give me instructions on the money, bank accounts, withdrawal slips, checks, and the like that she's gonna let me take care of while she's out of the country. I knew the responsibilities and suddenly felt like a grown-up.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mag-18 ka na. Ikaw na bahala sa lahat ng mga kailangan ayusin dito" &lt;/span&gt;-- the never ending line of my mami. Sigh. I really miss mami now. :[ She's going to be back on December 09, not too far from now, but still... her presence in this tiny house of ours is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; by everyone. It's never a home without her. I pray she reaches Manchester safely and I pray nothing goes wrong in this house while she's away. I don't want to stress her anymore just like how I did the last time she was there. I love you, Mami. :[ Agh, I'm teary-eyed now. So anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm on the edge with someone which made this day more tiring and difficult. I don't know how to hold on since it seems like nothing's even there to hold to anymore. I hope everything goes well starting tomorrow. I don't want arguments anymore, I don't want to fight anymore, I want peace between the both of us. So please. :[ Sigh. I just want to transfer so bad 'cause I  know I would feel  somehow successful in my desire to run far far away from everything. So yeah... Mami told me that I could transfer if I really want to.  She said it's alright as long as I do well this time... but I can't just give up a year and one semester in UST. I worked so hard for the course that I never really wanted... and throwing it alll away would be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;total waste&lt;/span&gt;. Though, I actually want to take up Multimedia Arts in Benilde or Aeronautics in PATTS, which is located in Sucat -- meaning, no more tardiness and tiring travels! Ha ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This post is too long already and I believe I should stop for now. I'll just listen to more instrumental music and probably just sit here... stare at space and just think. Life truly is unfair if we don't play it well, but what can we do if we're not really good players, right ? Until next time. Thanks for reading whoever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[ M e m e ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585669384344790448-5036188925039074500?l=nimblenoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5036188925039074500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585669384344790448&amp;postID=5036188925039074500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5036188925039074500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585669384344790448/posts/default/5036188925039074500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimblenoodles.blogspot.com/2008/10/r-e-f-r-e-s-h.html' title='R e f r e s h -'/><author><name>nimblenoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636518211496192769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndu6tNKlW4/SW33Ae5SgpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JxjBsclt-kE/S220/27102008045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
