<?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-2452214732878876506</id><updated>2011-12-30T09:21:09.545+08:00</updated><category term='character profile'/><category term='fiction story'/><category term='lsummer love story'/><category term='two week lovers'/><category term='good-bye'/><title type='text'>His Girl Friday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-6648997208379184664</id><published>2011-08-27T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:20:43.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeeehh, I moved :))</title><content type='html'>http://somerandomshitthisis.blogspot.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://somerandomshitthisis.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://somerandomshitthisis.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-6648997208379184664?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6648997208379184664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=6648997208379184664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6648997208379184664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6648997208379184664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2011/08/eeeeehh-i-moved.html' title='Eeeeehh, I moved :))'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-6081356866704044976</id><published>2011-08-01T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T01:31:26.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Seconds to Mars-Live in Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px; COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Last Friday night (break into a Katy Perry song) was one of the most if not the most amazing night of my life so far. It was of course, the 30 Seconds to Mars concert. In two words? FUCKING AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the venue a little later than expected because of the stupid traffic but I did have a Gold ticket so HAHAHA. Anyway, I was sooo close to the stage but there were a lot of tall people in front of me but by the end of the show I was in the very front row baby! My amaazing barricading skillz. Hahaha. I was so freakin mad at the people with umbrellas. Uh,hello? This is a concert and you are all fucking wet anyway, so what’s the point? AND people in the silver area can’t see anymore you dumbasses. : THEY PAID TOO AND THEY ARE FANS TOO. GAAAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I saw Shannon’s drum set, I swear my mouth just watered. Gaaaaah. That is the most awesome drum set I have ever seen in my entire life. Plus Shannon is totally my inspiration. So yeaaaah. hihihi :”&amp;gt; Jared came out and he is so fucking sexy and gorgeous (even more so in person). I mean, look at those icy blue eyes. They pierce right through you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CROWD WAS AMAZING. Loud and crazy-just the way I like it. But more importantly-just the way THEY like it. They seemed to enjoy themselves. And I seriously hope they go back here! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got goosebumps and chills all over throughout the concert. And, I cried during Alibi. My favorite song ever from 30STM. The Kill was amazing and Hurricane and Search and Destroy and okaaaay, EVERY fucking SONG WAS AMAAAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freakin jealous of the people who got up onstage. But yeah-I am hoping for a next time. And by that time, I promise na gagawin ko lahat ng ka-epalan para mapansin ni Jared Leto at mapaakyat sa stage.&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of everyone who got M&amp;amp;G’s and got up on stage. But okaaay. :)) I caught Shannon’s drumstick. But I let go of it by accident because when I landed from my jump, I fell flat on my ass. Gaaah~ Sayang. I was visualizing myself getting it and everything. HAHAHA. Well, I did “technically” get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have pictures or videos since I was too busy singing, shouting, jumping and flailing my arms everywhere to get any. I wish I had though. But I don’t really care since I had the greatest night of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU 30 SECONDS TO MARS for a truly amazing night-magical in fact. BEST CONCERT I have ever been to. I LOVE YOU GUYS and I hope you come back soon. YOU have touched me in ways you guys cannot imagine. SO THANK YOU. Mahal ko kayo at KAYO NA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-6081356866704044976?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6081356866704044976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=6081356866704044976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6081356866704044976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6081356866704044976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-seconds-to-mars-live-in-manila.html' title='30 Seconds to Mars-Live in Manila'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-3369962780038122594</id><published>2011-01-08T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T01:36:31.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It's the first time I am actually to write about a love life because it's the first time I have an actual love life.  Hoorah.  Hahaha.  Let me just start by saying that yes, I am very much in love with an actual guy and guess what.  As of the 5th of January of five o' clock in the afternoon, I am no longer part of the &lt;i&gt;NBSB (no boyfriend since birth) &lt;/i&gt;club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I wasn't suppose to blog about this-since I thought that this is waaay too much information to post online but god, I can't help myself anymore.  I need to write this somewhere.  Hahaha.  Anyway, right now, I'm just bathing in the idea that I do in fact have a boyfriend-for more than 48 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This is an all too new experience for me but so far, it's been great being in love and I am undeniably happy, so I guess this is fine, right?  I can't tell you much right now about how the relationship is because, heck, we're just starting. &lt;i&gt; Finally&lt;/i&gt;, I have feel what it's like-being in love that is.  Truthfully, it's awesome but it's also really terrifying.  Yeah, I'm scared of everything that I know comes with it.  Like a new responsibility and a possible heartache and all that shit but yeah.  I guess, you'll have to take it all in if you're in love.  Bleeeh.  I can't believe I'm even saying this.  Hahaha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Finally I have experienced what it's like.  To smile at your phone, to check for good morning texts, to hold hands, to hug and feel peaceful and secure, to feel giddy ALL THE TIME, to sleep and wake up with a certain person in mind, to worry sick about a person completely unrelated to you, to smile at silly love songs, and etc.  Let me update the list when I get there.  Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Anyway, I just didn't want something as significant as this unpublished.  That's all.  Thank you for taking the time to read this unorganized jumbled thoughts that I randomly wrote in here.  I'll make a more understandable blog when I have the time :&gt;  Goodnight :*&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/2452214732878876506-3369962780038122594?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3369962780038122594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=3369962780038122594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3369962780038122594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3369962780038122594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-in-love.html' title='I am in love'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-1073260339152742274</id><published>2010-11-02T23:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:07:39.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is an Update on my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This blog has been once again forsaken. The sembreak is ending and I have failed to give you updates about my life or whatsoever. Whoot. This is going to be one long post, if I can stay up long enough to even finish it. It's 12AM and everyone in the house is asleep. What a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th, I will be enrolling for the second sem. I'm actually quite excited about the second semester, to be honest. Why? Because, I will be doing absolutely great. Plus, I have realized that too much time on your hands causes you to go mental. Seriously. So, yeah. I'll work harder this time around. The stakes are higher. &lt;em&gt;Shift, Shift, Shift, Shift. &lt;/em&gt;I keep reciting those lines to myself. Just please, let me shift already. I think I'll do a lot greater if I'm in a course I actually like, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have big big big news. The Maine + We the Kings + Never Shout Never are coming to the Philippines. ghjklmnbvcfyuikolmnbv. I was so excited when I heard the news, I couldn't stop screaming over the phone and seriously jumping up and down. Can you believe that? Three bands on 4 dates. I am excited as fuck. I only like The Maine and We the Kings though. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against NSN but I don't really like him that much. But still~ 3 bands on a show (well, 4 shows, but you get the point). I am so frickin excited. I need to save money, find people with ayala cards, get ready for contests, make gifts. Gaaaah~ Another moment to add on my &lt;em&gt;best nights of my life&lt;/em&gt; list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of concerts, I recently joined a contest for the Gin Blossoms show. aksdkn I need to win those tickets, okay? Seriously. They're not for me though, they're for my brother and my dad. IDK, but I want to give them this something. lol, I've been acting like a big brat towards them recently, so yeah. And besides, I think it's the first time ever that I'm going to give a gift this important to my dad and to my bro. They've been waiting for such a long time and I know how it feels like since I'm a &lt;em&gt;concert junkie&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started this thing during the sembreak. I write literary stories everyday and post them online. It's a private blog though, so yeah. I stopped on October 23 because I didn't know what to write the following days but I still write on days I do know what to write about- I just don't publish them yet. It's really no use saying this because the only person who can read those stuff is me anyway. hahahaha. But yeah. I feel like I have lost my way with words and that's my way of kind of training again. Maintaining two blogs, two private blogs and a pseudo blog is not enough literary training for me. But it is writing training- kind of? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I met up with AJ. You know, my high school friends? We're still very much like we were back then, only with different schools and different uniforms. Only one of us didn't attend, but I didn't get to see two of them because they went to Agatha's house at like 7pm and I left at about 6. But yeah. I missed them like hell. I miss all of our craziness and shit like that. I miss being in the same classroom all together and having lunch together and all that. I looked through our pictures today (and trust me, we have a shitload) and oh my god, I just miss them all over again. Best moments captured in shitty photographs, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, me and my bestfriends have failed to meet over the sembreak. Why, exactly? Well, Jamil still had school until last week so yeah. We couldn't arrange a proper meeting. But I'm going to Melissa's place on Friday and hopefully Jamil comes too. :D I can't wait to see them, Here's another bunch I seriously miss. IDK, but it feels so okay when we don't do anything at all. Like we just lounge around and talk about absolute nothingness but it's okay. That's what bestfriends are like. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that I have bangs now. Well, I always had bangs, but I have proper bangs now. Hahaha. One that a hairdresser actually did, okay? It's awesome. I seriously love it. Oh and yesterday (or was that the day before?) I woke up with the perfect hair. lol. I don't even know how that happened but I tied my hair into a ponytail before going to sleep and then when I woke up, perfect hair. Just absolute perfection okay? Forgive me, I am easily amused. Anywaaay, I posted a picture of that perfect hair plus my purple nails over at facebook and surprisingly, a lot of people liked it too. I am serious, I'm really surprised. :)) Looks like I have to make that my permanent hairstyle. The only problem is that I don't know how to do it D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meeh. I'm really sleepy already. So I'll leave it at that, okay? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-1073260339152742274?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1073260339152742274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=1073260339152742274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1073260339152742274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1073260339152742274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-update-on-my-life.html' title='This is an Update on my Life'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-7552939130896114069</id><published>2010-10-05T09:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:50:18.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooo October, Hellooo dear Sem Breaaak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me would you kill to save for a life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This hurricane's chasing us all underground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Heeeey. It's been a month since my last post and whoaaah, September was packed. Well, it's October now and I just need to finish this week and hello to sem break! And you know what else is at the end of the week? My fucking birthday! Let's celebrate~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just four more days to my birthday. I am excited as hell. It's not that there's always something amazing that happens on my birthday, I'm just always excited about my birthday, you know? It's like another year for you. You see how far you've come since the last or how far you've degraded. Meh. The whole day is yours to keep. I want my birthday to be amaazing. alsnfkjwebfgvjekwbfgjew, I am just so excited about it, okaaay? Besides, I may go shopping again for my birthday. If it's not shopping, it's an iPod. So, i am happy both ways :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What have I been up to lately? Basically, I've been excited for the sem break and counting down the long days until it starts. It's so close I can taste it; I am excited. I need a break. I've never felt so exhausted. It's as if a whole year has passed. So this is what college feels like. A whole elementary/high school year crammed into six months. lol. It's soo fast, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm also excited about the sem break because I am excited to start the new semester. I know I've done &lt;i&gt;not so well&lt;/i&gt; this sem and I am eager to do great next sem. Yeah. It depresses me how I feel somewhat &lt;i&gt;average&lt;/i&gt; in UP. I don't get one of the highest scores anymore and I don't excel as much. I'm just...average-satisfied with passing and all, not reaching any further. So yeah. I am determined to change that next sem and I will be awesome- I will be great :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I actually have classes later but it's later so I'm doing this first. Hahaha. I missed blogging in blogspot. I think it keeps me creative, or somewhat like that. I've been blogging on tumblr- it doesn't feel enough. I have too many complaints in my life &gt;.&gt; I need to be contented. I remember a time back in high school (maybe in my 2nd year or 3rd year) when I felt completely contented. Like I didn't need anything at all. I wish I could bring that back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, i have my goals for next semester. Usually these goals are 60% achieved so okaaay :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do awesome academically. I swear I will be GC as hell and I will strive for the best and for that sweet 1! lol, dream on for that 1 but yeah. &lt;i&gt;Aim for the moon, if you miss, at least you land among the stars&lt;/i&gt;it goes kind of like that. *insert game face here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do awesome socially. Meh. I've been kind of distant at the start of the sem so I haven't gained a lot of friends. And by the time I decided to make friends, everyone's already closed off to their own group of friends so it was hard making friends. I have my own group of friends tho :D But I'm just used to being friends with &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Limit my computer time to two hours if there are no internet related school work. I have done this before, I will do it again. With enough self-discipline, I know I can do this. This will be good for my academic life, so yeah. So my online life will be hanging by a thread when next semester comes. But I will survive~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Save moneeey! I always fail this part of the goals. In every goal list, I put in Save Money and I always fail. But I will achieve this next sem! Under saving money I will put in resistance to delicious food even if I study next to the mall. You can do this. ;___; resist the temptation of Robinsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get Organized as shit! You all know I'm not the most organized in the bunch. My things are all over the place and I have a system that only I can understand. The bad part is when people clean up my stuff, my system get messed up o.O :)) I am serious though. I feel lost when it's cleaned. So it's better if I clean it so that i know what is where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all I can think of right now :)) Anywaaay, I have been jamming a lot to Parokya ni Edgar and 30 Seconds to Mars since PNE has a new album that is awesome and I have just downloaded 30 Seconds to Mars' This is War. So, yeaaah. It's fun. Have you all seen 30 Seconds to Mars' video for Closer to the Edge? lsadbvksbvfkweb It's EPIC. I am wishing for an immediate concert in here! Ay, caramba! They were just so sick live, okay? Hahahahah. And note that almost all of them (two out of three) are older than my mom and my dad. lol- cool, weird and awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, anyway, this week, I only have two exams left. yaaaay. Finals in Spanish and 3rd DepEx in Math. I need to study hard and bury my face in my notes. Next week I have no exams but on th 18th and the 19th, I have finals for Comm and Math. So booo. But reaally, at the end of this week, I am ready to celebraaate~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, that's all for now :D Byeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-7552939130896114069?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7552939130896114069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=7552939130896114069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7552939130896114069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7552939130896114069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/10/hellooo-october-hellooo-dear-sem.html' title='Hellooo October, Hellooo dear Sem Breaaak'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-1881431054463509527</id><published>2010-09-04T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:15:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't really know what to write right now, to be honest.  I just know that I have been itching to write on this blog for a long while now.  lol, so what am I to write about?  Let's just make it up as we go, ok?  I have no idea what this blog is going to be about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, I painted my nails in different colors and it's awesome.  It's one of my 101 things to do so I am happy.  Yeaaah.  It's in skittle colors and a lot of people praised it.  I am so proud of that.  lol, I am such a child sometimes.  Anywaay, they said it was cute.  But psshhh, I know it's imperfect because I am quite new at the nail polishing business so yeah.  It's quite butchered up.  Pictures can be found on my other online sites.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Earlier today, I was at PARC (PAWS Animal Rehabilitation Center).  My sister is volunteering there and me and my mom will be volunteering as well, maybe next month since it'll be my sem break then.  It's quite lovely there and people there are really nice.  I mean, it's so nice that they're doing this for abused/neglected cats and dogs.  It's also so nice to see that most of the animals there are in a good condition now when you know they weren't in that state when they came in.  I don't know but I just like it there.  But my sister was first to take interest in that stuff.  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If anyone is reading this right now, I suggest you volunteer in there too.  Especially if you're an animal lover-then you'll definitely love it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's a month a way from finishing the first semester and wow, that was quick.  I can't believe I'm almost six months into college.  I honestly don't know how I should feel about that.  I'll be honest, it's been quite stressful.  lol, I can feel the pressure physically.  I think it felt that quick because the whole six months were busy.  There wasn't a week that passed by that we weren't busy for something.  Plus, there's always events in UP so, yeah xD  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anywaaay, it's been really busy and I am in need of a proper weekend.  One where I can just rest and not think of anything but the computer and sleep.  Because honestly, I have never studied in my whole life until now.  And every week requires some kind of study time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And oh my god, did I mention I have gained weight?  I mean, I have never been conscious with weight but I think I gained a LOT of weight this past month.  I HATE IT.  Thanks a lot to fast food and long breaks and no exercise.  Seriously, I'll stop eating every chance I could.  I think I need to go into a completely healthy diet but I don't think I can do it since I love food too much.  ;___;  But I will lessen my food intake, I guess?  And definitely exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Besides overeating, there's also overspending  :|  Yeah, since I'm near the mall, I buy, buy and buy.  But really, my food intake is directly proportional to the amount of money I am spending.  So I think if I budget and stay strict to my budget then I will not overeat :D  Really, these two problems are just related :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, right now, I have a lot of material things I want.  Yesss.  I want bracelets, loads of them.  Bracelets like mine, ok?  It's so hard to explain, but I want my kind of bracelets.  lol, that's so random.  I like necklaces as well.  You know, the long necklaces with random pendants like an owl or a camera.  Yeaah, I have like 5 of that but I want mooore!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I seriously want shoes-flat shoes and sneakers.  Look at my tumblr to see what kind of shoes I like :))  Another thing that is hard to describe.  Maybe the problem with me is that I can only think of the adjective "&lt;i&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt;" right now.  So if I would describe what kind of &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; I'd like, I'd say "&lt;i&gt;the pretty kind". &lt;/i&gt; Anyway, I like random clothes right now.  I mean, I'd be in a mall, and I'd see something and i just want it.  So...yeah.  That's kind of random :))  I seriously want a new iPod.  I mean, I won't let go of my old one, and I'll still use it, I guess?  But I need an iPod that can make it through at least three days.  But&lt;b&gt; Po&lt;/b&gt;, will always be my first love, I swear.  :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention that I haven't been in the movies for a while now.  I have not watched a movie for the longest time and I haven't seen Toy Story 3 yet.  Yeah, from Toy Story 3 to Step Up 3D and everything in between.  Yes, I am such a loser, stop rubbing that in.  I have been busy and I am in a state of financial crisis and there is the problem of looking for someone to watch a movie with.  So, yeah, STFU :))  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Right now, I am obsessing over All Time Low and The Maine.  All Time low should just fucking come here already ;__;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do you guys know about the NAIA thing?  The NAIA they were in were the nearest our village and i wasn't able to go because I lacked planning.  It was all too sudden, oh my god.  They were seriously so close already and they had NO GUARDS whatsoever.  I could have just sacked them and brought them home :))  loljk.  I mean, I could have taken pictures with them without any hindrance whatsoever.  Such a wasted opportunity.  But yeah, they should just have a concert here already.  A LOT of people are waiting.  ATL's kind of mainstream over here already, but I don't mind, really.  Good for them.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As for The Maine, I think that it's going to take a little more time before they come here since they're not so big yet.  And besides, they have released only two albums.  There's a lot of time for them to get big- hopefully soon though because I'm honestly getting impatient :))  They're just really wonderful, I tell you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For the longest time now, I have been wanting to party or go to a concert.  I just want detox. lol, does that even make sense?  Party to detox?  lol, I don't even know.  I just know it's the most amazing feeling to be in a concert, so yeah, I miss it like hell.  The closest thing to a concert that I can think of, is a party, so yeah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am still working on my writing skills right now.  I think that it has deteriorated badly, so i shall practice stringing words together nicely again.  My works have become dull and emotionless.  I shall improve and I am practicing it most of the time, looking for inspiration in different things especially in music.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, that's all for now.  :&gt;  'Till next time (which is probably going to be a long time) blogger.  xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We like to party.  We like, we like to party.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&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/2452214732878876506-1881431054463509527?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1881431054463509527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=1881431054463509527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1881431054463509527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1881431054463509527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-me.html' title='Random Me.'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-4542246590002524666</id><published>2010-07-24T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:28:55.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaay Rushed :&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And hello dear blog!  I missed writing incomprehensibly and randomly and shit like that.  I have been busy with school.  Well, it's not all bad though- most of it is actually quite fun.  It's 1 AM and I'm sleepy but I don't want to sleep so yeah xD  I will finish you before I go to sleep :D&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;Let's start with the free concert thing 2 weeks ago.  Yes, right after I wrote that blog entry on the 8th, there was a happening on the 9th.  A free concert was held at our school- a BAND concert.  Yep, it's awesome that way.  And god, it was so fun, I can't even explain it.  I was the only one from my block who was there.  I didn't know what bands were playing and I know very few OPM bands, but I still enjoyed it as fuck.  I went home at about 7, and when I got home, I checked UP people's statuses and what the actual fuck.  Parokya performed ;___;  at about 9.  If I knew that Parokya was coming then I would've stayed.  They're probably the only OPM band I am DYING to see live and I missed them on a FREE CONCERT.  lol, :))) I really can't get over this even if it happened two weeks ago pa.  But, I'm okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, last Monday was our first Departmental Exam in Math.  I was in school for more than 12 hours-surviving with no food at all.  Meaning, I didn't have food intake for least 24 hours.  I was either in class or in the library reviewing.  And it wasn't just Math I was studying for.  Umepal ang History.  Grrr.  I hate it.  Anyway, the exam wasn't as hard as we expected it to be.  Our professor was awesome-we were lucky.  I passed by the way.  lol :))  I was beating myself too hard about it :/  I need to start relaxing more often, yes?&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;Anyway, next up:  Handog 2010.  And oh god, how many times have I said this but Block 8 is ♥.  I mean seriously.  I love them so much I can't even.  We had balloons, but we weren't first for the idea- two other blocks shared the idea&lt;br /&gt;:(  lol.  So, what happened during Handog?  We screamed and went crazy for Karla.  And our throats already hurt at only the first hour of the program.  I enjoyed it a LOT.  As in.  Anyway, there were a lot of performances, and a lot of AVPs that were annoying.  The performances were cool especially the dances.  Indayog was awesome, as usual.  Some fraternities performed and they were cool.  lol, one frat threw bananas and it was funny.  lol, I can't really explain it, you just needed to be there, ok?  Kuya Cleve and Ate Mariel were great hosts.  Hahaha, anyway, there was BLOCK SPIRIT.  I love my block :)  Karla won Ms. Photogenic.  She didn't win anything else, but I swear-if it was a competition of who was most pretty, she would have won!  lol- biased and bitter here :))  Congratulations to the winners though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And oh my god, the highlight of MY week, as in THIS week not last week or two weeks before os MOrg.  lol.  It sounds wrong right?  But it's actually quite cool.  Musician's Organization.  I applied for it.  Yes, musician na daw siya :)))  lol, Anyway, we have to complete this tambay hours thingy and I hung out at the lobby and oh my god.  At first, I didn't really care if I get accepted or not, but after the Tambay thingy I seriously want to get fucking in.  The people out there were amazing as in.  The people I talked to anyway.  They shared the same music as I did-well not all but it amused me that people actually shared the same music as I did in real life now, not just in the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have found out why I want to join MOrg.  I guess, I want to be surrounded by people who value music as much as I do.  I want to be with people who understand how important music is for an individual.  Yeaah.  I was seriously so happy during MOrg Tambay thingies, and I force my mom to listen to my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, there were true fans of FOB there.  True fans meaning they know the albums not just the hit singles.  People there knew All Time Low, We The Kings, The Cab, The Academy Is... and etc.  Oh, and there's this band in MOrg who's just starting out and covers FOB but they have been writing originals and I have heard one of their original and OMFG, I fell in love with the song, I swear.  Can you see my heaven, right there?  Yeah.  I have been going home late because of the Tambay thing and the props making.  lol, I'm performing on Thursday.  Yes, I am performing on Thursday. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, AWESOME PEOPLE I tell you.  I have friends with my co-applicants now.  And they are awesome.  It's nice having friends outside your course.  Not that I don't love my friends in my block but you know.  Widening your horizons is always good.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OrComSoc pictorial a while ago.  lol, we had balloons again.  We just couldn't get over it.  I was suppose to bring hime 3 balloons but they started popping...one by one by one.  :(  Sad.  We have pictures though.  Loads of pictures :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONA on Monday.  Sana free cut lahat xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="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/2452214732878876506-4542246590002524666?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4542246590002524666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=4542246590002524666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4542246590002524666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4542246590002524666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/07/waaay-rushed.html' title='Waaay Rushed :&gt;'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-1616597398387598738</id><published>2010-07-08T23:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:17:31.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap I Missed 11:11 xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't keep our promise, did I? lol, I'm sorry, but I've been a little busy with school. Plus when I have time, I just want to sleep, so yeah. I set you aside. Anyway, I'm here now and it's been roughly a month? It's been a mix of everything and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, where to start, huh? As I said, I've been busy. Generally, the first month was kind-meaning the stress was less than I expected. I was preparing for the worst but I'm not quite sure I'm ready for it, but I was preparing for it. College has a lot of events. Or is it just now because it's the beginning of the school year when all the orgs are everywhere? I don't know but seriously. It's like a week is never complete without &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; an event or a program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A while ago, there was a blood donation thing and I seriously wanted to donate blood. But people who were entirely healthy felt dizzy afterwards. I am not perfectly healthy as I am anemic. And I still want to donate blood. Damn :)) Tomorrow, there's going to be a free concert and bands are performing. Next week, there's going to be a series of programs about TOFI prepared by the Student Council and on Friday next week, there's the &lt;em&gt;Handog&lt;/em&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm loving my block more than ever. We're in high block spirits right now. Two of my blockmates just won 2nd runners up in a school based pageant. Awesome :&gt; lol, and a blockmate is a finalist for the Ms. Freshie. We're campaigning for her. Meaning, we're going around the school asking for coins or change-whichever :)) Of course, this is all of block love. &gt;:D&lt; &lt;em&gt;Panalo ng isa, panalo ng lahat! &lt;/em&gt;lol. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What else? Well, my favorite subject so far is Philo. It's so awesome, I can't even begin to explain it. Some of my blockmates don't appreciate it though and it's just sad :/ But whatever. I like it, lol jk. I&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; it. Math is good. It's the first time I actually enjoyed Math. Thank you to our prof! :)) He's nice and funny, so yeaah xD. And I'm thankful that I start with Math I anyway. Spanish is cool :D I'm learning. OMG, I'm seriously going to be semi-multilingual soon! I'm excited :)) Aaaand, let's not even talk about Histo anymore :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have a Math test on Monday. Let's hope the test is as kind as the prof, yes? Yeah, I've been having fun. And I'm actually studying now. lol. I used to get away with not studying at all and even not even reading anything during my elementary and high school days. But, since college intimidates me, I read now and I study. Imagine that, Bianca, actually studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and do you know that for the whole Sem, my name is Banca? It's seriously my fault though. :( I didn't notice at the Form 5 signing during the enrollment that my name was misspelled to&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; and it ended up being my name in all the teachers' records and my class cards and etc. I just ruined my perfectly awesome name. I'll just have to bear with it until October, I guess? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all been good in general. I miss my high school friends though. Sometimes, I get this sudden bursts of nostalgia and I just feel high-school-sick. lol, is that even a word? Anyway, I love my blockmates to the bone but I just miss the kind of closeness me and my high school friends had. That would be understandable well duh. I've known them for a lot longer! :)) It's just the first month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not on college news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maine has been rocking it out in my head for waaay too long. I mean, whenever my mind wanders- I find myself humming to The Maine. WTF? Get out of my head for a moment, ok? Let it rest! Anyway, The Summer Set released a new music video and OMFG it was awesome. There was licking and glitter and a chipped out tooth :)). Watch it right &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHNtcjv8qho"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. All Time Low should fucking come here already. The anticipation is killing me. Pete is starting a new band. good-bye Fall Out Boy. But I will still continue to love FOB and those four boys. Believers Never Die &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And wouldn't you know it? I controlled myself of the internet. I don't use it as much as before and I kind of already made a schedule. Well, it's not that defined yet, but it will be-soon, hopefully. Oh, and I've been writing-like serious writing. I mean, I started a writing exercise for myself that I make stories about random people I see or people I slightly know, etc. It's been improving :D I can't bring the notebook at school though because people look at it, and I don't like people looking at unfinished work. I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering: yeah, I do use my headband everyday now :P There won't be a day when I won't be using it. Except when it's lost and I can't find it and I'm going to be late already and shit like that. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, you caught up. lol. It's a bit rushed since I'm sleepy but it'll do :D Till next time and I won't set a date/day since I won't be able to make it anyway :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-1616597398387598738?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1616597398387598738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=1616597398387598738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1616597398387598738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1616597398387598738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/07/crap-i-missed-1111-xd.html' title='Crap I Missed 11:11 xD'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-4647973997705388853</id><published>2010-06-20T01:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T03:10:35.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Energy, Block 8 Energy =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't get it either why I like writing in wee hours of the morning just when I'm about to fall asleep. It's Saturday again so yeah, I be blogging. :&gt; Make this our weekly schedule blog-that is until I get busy, then I might never get to update you D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anywaaay, let's skip the over reaction there and let's talk about life-my life, of course. Hahaha, the week has been okay in general. It's been both fun and frustrating. More on the fun side though, which is good, really good. I think stressful stuff are to come sooner than later. They were a bit delayed because UPM had too many welcoming ceremonies that I liked by the way. At least, we get to adjust first before all the stress (or toxicities as they call it) come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's start with Tuesday. We were suppose to watch the Isko Got Talent thing but we didn't. Oh god, I was so annoyed that we didn't. We were told that we would be excused from our classes and we'd watch the show or whatever it was, but they took their word back. : We needed to get permissions from our professors and unfortunately, our professors wanted to meet us. &gt;.&gt; What was that, even. lol, I was just so bummed out the whole time because I was looking forward watching people sing/dance/act or show whatever their talent is. And pfft, na-da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It wasn't all bad though. At first it was! We were hanging out in the lobby and we were bored like fuck. And then we found out that we were the only block not watching. Yeah, we were obedient little children. I hate it. Anywaaay, we stayed in the lobby and talked and talked and talked. It was kind of fun too because the block finally, &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; found the time to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So our first class was Philosophy and god damn our Professor was awesome, like seriously. At first, we were bummed out because we found out that the Dean wasn't gonna be our prof anymore~ lol, but yeaah. But the Prof was so cool and liberal, I think it made up for it. He had at least 4 piercings. A bunch on both eyebrows, some on the ears and one on the lip. And then, he had a shirt that said "&lt;em&gt;if it's loo loud, you're too old&lt;/em&gt;", ok, that may seem a bit &lt;em&gt;blah&lt;/em&gt; to you, but I seriously like it. So he was very liberal as well, as in the way he talked to us and the way he oriented us about his class and about him and his points of view were interesting, just so you know. I heard his exams were oral though. Well, that's just scary~ Anyway, after Philo was Comm but the prof just took the attendance and gave an assignment/group work, so ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ze next day, we were suppose to have no classes but some freshmen orientation (yet again) was prepared by the Student Council. So we arrived there on time but the thing that was suppose to start at 8:30 started at about 10. I hate this Filipino time, I loathe it. Anyway, we were asked to make a cheer for our block and we did. It was a kick-ass cheer. It kind of goes like "&lt;em&gt;E! Energy-energy energy. High Energy. Block 8 energy&lt;/em&gt;." lol, I forgot the rest and you won't see the beauty of it since we're not cheering it. Hahah. IDK, I love my block and my blockmates love my block as well. We all love each other for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, back to the topic. The Student Council had technical difficulties during the program. The first part of the program was fun though. I mean, I don't really know if that was really part of the program or if it was just made up along the way. So first, they made us shout when our block was called. Our block shouted the loudest. Talk about block spirit. :&gt; I'm serious here, I'm not being biased or anything. I enjoyed the block of DevStud tho. Everytime they were called, they would shout "&lt;em&gt;nag-level up na&lt;/em&gt;" with the corresponding action. It was funny, seriously =)) But still, our block shouted the loudest-they were impressed. [&lt;em&gt;insert smug expression of myself here&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After making us shout countless of times, they took our block pictures. Awesome. We have yet to find ours but soon, I tell you-soon. They made us play games like "&lt;em&gt;Bring Me&lt;/em&gt;". Wait, actually that was the only game we played. Were there any more? Okaaay, memory gap =)) After the games or the game, whichever, different orgs/societies presented. That's when it got boring, like seriously boring. Everyone either sleeping or gossiping. Afterwards, they made everyone go into a lunch break. And no one ever came back. Well, none from our block anyway. I heard only a few came back. I seriously felt sorry for the student council then because they probably worked hard for that program, but oh well~ there are many more programs to come. If I was a student council, I would be heartbroken, I swear. But I think I'm too sensitive for student council so yeaah =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thursday was of regular classes. Booo, lol jk. First class was Math. Remember I told you, I was excited for Math, well, it was okay. It was like a review of past lessons. I know I knew those stuff already but I kind of forgot so good thing there was a refresher. Math was fine. My legs were numb when he was pulling off different index cards for recitation though. I seriously hate recitation. It's that part of school I seriously hate. I just get mental blocked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish teacher wasn't there. Someone came in and told us that she was sick. I had a three hour break. Whoaaah, what to do, right? I hung out in Rob with a couple of friends. Yeah, contrary to popular belief, I do have friends in school right now. Blockmates are always fun to be with. Fo' realz. Hahaha. So, after lunch, there was History. All of us were nervous about History because there was a quiz (we're going to have quizzes every meeting). We studied Histo the whole day for a ten item quiz. Wow, just wow. The quiz was nerve racking. It was so fast. It wasn't necessarily hard, but it was fast! Oh god, I can't even. And then we had a recitation. I swear my whole body was shaking because of that. I just seriously hate reciations &gt;.&gt; I was prepared (kind of) but it was still a recitation. Mental block~ Prof was okay though. He told a lot of Historic stories which were not boring at all. lol, it was kind of new for me because all my Histo teachers from before were boring. But he wasn't. He knew a lot if things and I actually listened to him. Surprise, surprise. I am scared of him though. Scared Bianca is scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with some of my high school friends after class. I miss them so much. IMY guys :* . I seriously missed a lot, like our noisiness and our craziness and our inside jokes. I mean, I love my college friends too but I'm certainly more familiar with my high school friends because, &lt;em&gt;duuh&lt;/em&gt;, I was with them for years. Had fun with them like yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TGIF! lol. We had no classes. FFUUUU- nasayang pamasahe ko. It was UP's foundation day and classes were suspended from 1 PM onwards. Unfortunately we had PE at 11 and the teacher stood us up again. lol. Not really. She changed our sched from Friday to Tuesday since she had other appointments during Fridays. Meaning, our block will become one every PE! Yaaaay~ I was expecting activities because it was the foundation day. But no. Just a mass and then boom. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me and some of my blockmates ate at Rob. It was so hard finding seats. We went to KFC and we stayed long after we finished eating. We had lots of stories to tell. Our getting to know you phase is not done yet. lol. It was awesome though talking and sharing with them. Went home early nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. The week in words, don't you love it? I've been blogging for an hour now, seriously. You should blog faster, Bianca. Stop going into detail so much. lol, truth be told though, I don't think I was detailed in writing this =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone's been talking about orgs they want to join. I want to join some too! First on the list is &lt;em&gt;The Manila Collegian&lt;/em&gt;-the official school paper. I want to try out and maybe because it's one thing I'm semi-confident about. After reading it though, all the my confidence vanished into thin air. I'm still trying out though because I want it so bad. Anyway, I guess I can join &lt;em&gt;OrComSoc&lt;/em&gt; by default since I'm an OrCom student. &gt;.&gt; I want to join the &lt;em&gt;Music Organization &lt;/em&gt;(MOrg)! OMG, I'm serious. Unfortunately, I don't sing or play any instruments, so how the fuck am I gonna get in? I seriously want to join a music-related org. I need to learn how to play something soon. Singing is not an option. Hahaha. Could you join there just because you're a music-lover and not really play anything? lol, I doubt though. What'll you do in the club, envy everyone? I seriously want to be an &lt;em&gt;FBC&lt;/em&gt; too. But that's for later, I guess. I'm going to be a good FBC I know it. I'm talkative and I'm creepily friendly. lol. What the fuck even. I'm guessing I only like so many Orgs now because I can't feel the stress yet. But I can bet that when all the stress comes in all this will be lost. I hope not though. IDEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho. Ho. Ho. Next week will be merciless. I can feel it. But I'm going to be ready for it. I'm going to be ready for it, I swear. By the way, I'm LSSed with our cheer, that's why I'm making it the title. And in commemoration of that title, here's some unofficial pictures of our block :&gt; Click image to see it larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/TB0VbvIUTSI/AAAAAAAAATU/DfG5U4V0TzI/s1600/32198_1211565507581_1782065081_435838_2635013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484563487459134754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/TB0VbvIUTSI/AAAAAAAAATU/DfG5U4V0TzI/s200/32198_1211565507581_1782065081_435838_2635013_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/TB0Vb5qEfkI/AAAAAAAAATc/DGaA-6dHMIU/s1600/32198_1211567067620_1782065081_435853_2908255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484563490285059650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/TB0Vb5qEfkI/AAAAAAAAATc/DGaA-6dHMIU/s200/32198_1211567067620_1782065081_435853_2908255_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/TB0VzpgMthI/AAAAAAAAATs/A4ha3uueqG4/s1600/36894_399089641438_724151438_4342563_4498714_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484563898265548306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/TB0VzpgMthI/AAAAAAAAATs/A4ha3uueqG4/s200/36894_399089641438_724151438_4342563_4498714_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-4647973997705388853?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4647973997705388853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=4647973997705388853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4647973997705388853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4647973997705388853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/06/high-energy-block-8-energy.html' title='High Energy, Block 8 Energy =))'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/TB0VbvIUTSI/AAAAAAAAATU/DfG5U4V0TzI/s72-c/32198_1211565507581_1782065081_435838_2635013_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-1922988426819724296</id><published>2010-06-12T17:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:45:35.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert Witty Title Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo. It's Saturday and I don't have classes- that's why I'm blogging. I really just found time today since the week has been busy. Really? Was it that busy? Lol, not really. I was just too tired/lazy to blog about it. And now, I don't know where to start. So do you want it detail? lol, jk. I'm too lazy to go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was on June 8th. We were asked to come there at 7 and the program was suppose to start at 8 but it started at 7. Wow, Filipino time. Anyway, the meeting place was at the University Library and it was about to explode of blue. lol. All freshies were asked to wear blue and etc. I'm wondering why blue though. Shouldn't it be Maroon/Red or something like that. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the program started and it was fun. Well, half of it anyway. It's already embedded in me to listen to speakers and not be bored throughout the whole speech. lol, why? Because during contests in journalism, I had to listen and write down what they were saying since it maybe the topic later. So I listened throughout the whole program. Yes, how proper of me. xD So the speeches were okay. Not boring at all if you really listened. And part of the speeches were really funny. I like their sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some random important people spoke, orgs started to perform. I seriously loved all of them. The singing got old for me though. You have too many choirs UPM. They were all awesome though. The dances were amazing. Especially that puppet number. I think it was of the Indayog Dance Varsity. It was seriously awesome. It had meaning but it was awesome to look at too. If only I could sing/dance. Unfortunately I have no hand-eye coordination whatsoever-or maybe no coordination at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's fast forward to the day of actual classes because nothing much happened the next day because college orientation was cancelled, so yeaaaah. So, on the actual day of classes, I thought I was going to be late for our first subject-MATH. The fucking jeep stopped everywhere he could. lol, but I wasn't late, thank god. The professor was cool, seriously. This is the first time I'm actually excited for Math-and I may regret saying this later but whatever. He was cool and he was fun. His speech was totally moving too! It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next subject was Spanish. The professor just came in and spoke Spanish all through out the class. OMG, we were all wide-eyed and slack jawed. I was lost in translation. I coped though, I coped. It was fun tho. I can say 'my name is bianca mediatrix in Spanish' lol. &lt;em&gt;Me llamo Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/em&gt;. Oh di ba? lol. By the end of this semester I will be semi multilingual. After Spanish, there was a one and a half hour break and I didn't eat. I was too nervous to eat. lol, I felt like I was going to barf it all out. Anyway, my friends went to the library and I didn't have my ID countersigned so...I went to Robinsons alone and wandered and wandered. : I felt like such a loner :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the break was History! Our professor is an award-winning writer :O I am in awe. lol, I just read some of his blogs. They're funny and well-written. All our lectures will be from his blog (is that right? I'm not sure) and he said we'll take trips and shit like that, so that'd be fun , I guess. :D Anyway, History wrapped up the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of classes, well if you can really call that classes. xD No one attended! The only professor who attended was for the last subject, so yeaaah. So my earliest subject was PE but the teacher wasn't there, so we had 3 hours straight of no classes because after PE was lunch so we wandered around Robinson's again. But this time I had friends with me so 3 hours wasn't soo bad. =)) It was fun and boring at the same time. lol. Our group went back to the college at Philosophy time where there was no teacher yet again. We had so much bonding time though. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Philo, I had to be seperated from my block :'( I was in a different section and room with a different prof. So ok. It was okay though. It was kind of boring with the introductions but exciting as well coz we were a mixed class. And when I say mixed, I mean mixed! Two blocks of OrCom and one block of Behavioral Science. Cool, right? lol, kind of jealous of my blockmates coz they didn't have a prof! They got to vote for our candidate for Mr. &amp;amp; Ms. Freshie :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that ends the first week of college. lol. It's been okay for the first week. More fun that stress. But I seriously think it'll get harder. Yeaaah, if only it can be this stress free every week. But no, I don't think so. Wouldn't that be great though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends, during that week, I failed to update my blog xD Actually I almost did not go online for the whole week. Commuting tires me now. Unlike last school year when commuting was nothing to me. It's okay though. I'll get used to it, I'm sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In other news: I am obsessing over The Maine right now. I mean, I've known them for a long time but I'm just starting to get really into them, you know what I mean? Like creepy online stalking kind of into? lol, jk. Well, not really. Ok, you decide on the truth then ;)&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;Well, signing off xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't stop, won't stop. I must be dreaming ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-1922988426819724296?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1922988426819724296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=1922988426819724296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1922988426819724296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1922988426819724296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/06/insert-witty-title-here.html' title='Insert Witty Title Here'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-1462600220504543295</id><published>2010-06-02T01:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:09:48.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There's A Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you believe it? This time next week, I'll be attending school as a college girl. Wow, it's all so surreal and right now, I don't even know what to feel first. I'm excited, I'm nervous, I'm scared- I'm not really sure which is which. But time just flew by me all too fast. I told myself aloud some time time ago "&lt;em&gt;Wow, college na ako. I can't believe it&lt;/em&gt;" and my brother joked, "&lt;em&gt;Why? You thought life was longer?&lt;/em&gt;". Yes, my brother can be quite the pessimist. I wasn't even thinking about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, back to college. Wow, just wow. I was actually thinking if I was really going to blog about this. Because I can't say anything or maybe I have too much to say? I am not sure myself. To be honest, i don't think I'm ready for college but I &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; be ready. Do you get it? The newness of everything kind of scares me. New school, new people, new system, new city-every thing's new. Some would be excited as shit with all these new things. They'll look at it from an adventurer's point of view- venturing into a world unknown. And that my friends, is exactly why I'm scared. I'm scared of what I don't know, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason for my fear is that I think it's going to be hard. The whole thing is going to be like a walk in the Jurassic Park. At least, that's how it happens in my head. I have heard a lot of horror stories ok? I have heard them everywhere and from everyone. I don't know, I guess I'm just afraid of not doing OK when I'm used to doing well. I'm afraid of disappointing myself and disappointing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite excited too though. I mean, after meeting my blockmates, who wouldn't be excited? We were all so talkative and loud and crazy and fun. Block 8= complete and utter awesomeness. These awesome people are the reason why I'm excited. I can't wait until we all become close friends, hangout together and have fun together and shit like that. I can't wait fo us to be one unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woah. I was a lot serious there. Kind of deep for a "&lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;" blog eh? Well, enjoy it. It's not often I'll blog deeply. =))&lt;br /&gt;Unto less important issues concerning college as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you all know, UP has no uniform whatsoever. Oh god. This is one of my problems in that school. I'll have to decide everyday what to wear. I hate having to pick out clothes and looking at the mirror and changing when it ain't working. Sigh. It's too much work for me because I'm pretty impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, because of the no uniform thing, I had to update my wardrobe. I went shopping with my mom today. We bought shirts and a new pair of shoes. The shirts are awesome. They're all statement shirts and I love them. At least I have new shirts. By the way, it's always a pain in the ass walking in MOA. My feet hurt like crazy afterwards. So, we are buying school supplies soon. :&gt; I am excited. I need pilot ballpens as usual and a pretty notebook. lol- pretty notebook. IDK how else to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me recently I love blogging too much. Maybe this is enough, yes? xD Don't worry, I'll still update week per week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: OK, maybe this is stupid question but to any UPM students reading this right now (which I highly doubt though), can we log in CRS right now? By we, I mean incoming freshmen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-1462600220504543295?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1462600220504543295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=1462600220504543295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1462600220504543295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1462600220504543295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-then-theres-week.html' title='And Then There&apos;s A Week'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-7578992158544356099</id><published>2010-05-27T05:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:21:56.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect is Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I am still awake.  Today (or yesterday if you wanna be technical) was the greatest day ever.  I swear.  Everything was perfect.  Lol, it's over little things that made me happy though.  Nothing BIG or extravagant happened but it is different from the usual unproductive me.&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;First, I got my first ever copy of AP Magazine.  Damn, being a music enthusiast is so expensive.  But whatever.  I was sooo happy I got it.  It wasn't the copy I was expecting though.  I was expecting the 100 bands you need to know issue, but I love this copy as well.  I will buy that thing.  It's the next issue after this one.  :&gt;  EXCITED BUNNY.&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;lol.  Anyway, after buying the magazine, me and my mom bought chocolates.  A lot of chocolates.  And I got nuttella.  Oh my god, you don't even know ho long I've been craving for nutella.  At home, there was fucking carbonara, one of my favorite food ever.  And after carbonara, there was fried squid.  Mouth watering.  I love the food.&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;And then I downloaded STD by ATL.  It was faster than yesterday.  Yesterday was just, WTF.  It was unreasonably slow.  :  And then I started doing a little happy dance because of that.  All Time Low you assholes- the things you make me do.&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;Anyway, I just watched finished watching the Full Concert.  And damn, it was so sick.  SICK, I tell you.  Now, I cannot wait until they come here.  I mean, for a REAL concert, ok?  They would be so contained if it was just a mall show ;__;  Oh, just watch the concert in STD ok?  It was awesome.  I will watch this band live before I die, I swear.  If I miss their concert here, i will just wallow in one corner because of self pity.  :&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;But whatever.  The show was fucking amazing.  WATCH IT NOW.  Dear ATL, make STD available here so that people can understand your awesomeness, ok?  OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-7578992158544356099?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7578992158544356099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=7578992158544356099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7578992158544356099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7578992158544356099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfect-is-today.html' title='Perfect is Today.'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-1030239190041871404</id><published>2010-05-24T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T02:30:09.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour Some Sugar On Meeee ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Title is totally irrelevant. Actually, I don't even know what to write about right now. I'm just bored out of my pants. Plus Tumblr is on maintenance so yeah. Maybe I should read a book? It's been too long since I opened a book. Sigh. I hate it when I'm being a bum Like today. I am being such a lazy ass today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lol. In case you want to know, the title is from The Summer Set. Remember, I told you that I'm obsessing over them right now? I don't know why though when I've known them for so long already. I guess it's because I'm psyching myself up for their new music video. Yaaaay. Music video for Boys You Do. Yes, I am excited. I am such a band geek. lol, not band geek as in I'm in a marching band. Band geek as in I'm too obsessed with bands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's so hot right now. I mean it's 12 AM and it's hot. I hate it. Might as well import camels and cactus and make Philippines a desert : This is probably my first time experiencing hot temperature at night. It's suppose to be cold at night damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK. I've been mindlessly babbling. WTF. Sorry. I'm just bored. This is one of those random posts, whatever comes out comes out. I don't care much though. I mean only a number of people are patient enough to read through my blog. It's too incoherent and unorganized and random. I would be too frustrated if I were someone else. It still surprises me that other people drop by my blog. But they probably just go through once. I am not that interesting online...or maybe in person too. : That actually makes me sad. Zomg, I'mma go be emo nao. ;__; Lol, jk. I don't even know how to be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exactly two weeks before college. Seriously, I'm more fucking scared than excited now. I mean, what would everything be like? Scaaary. I just also realized that I have to wait for storm signal #3 before classes get cancelled. So that's practically never, or what? Once, twice a year? I feel so sad now. Damn you, college. Doesn't it get flooded a lot in Manila? Well, it's time to be water proof. ;__; One thing I get excited about rain is that classes get cancelled, and that's gone now. Shit. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But right now, I'm excited for rain period. When was the last time it rained? Last month, I guess? That didn't even count coz it's acide rain. I'm all dried up. I want rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My last post was shallow. I mean, really shallow. Who the hell blogs about hair? Ugh. Forgive me. I only have these rare bursts of superficiality. It's not often though. I'm the least superficial girl you'll ever know in this generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You know what I did the whole day? I watched Glee videos. Yeah, shoot me. It's really interesting though. Give it a chance. People think it's another High School Musical but really. It's not &lt;em&gt;disnefied&lt;/em&gt; if you know what I mean. It's not that clean. Meh. I'm not making sense, am I? Anyway, I watched videos, and I found out I like more videos of the episodes before their hiatus. Right now it's so blah. It's okay but I liked their group songs before than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Did I mention that Supernatural Season 5 is done? Yeah, I need to wait for September for another season. I wasn't that satisfied with the season ender. And I don't know what to expect from Season 6 because they have no story anymore, I guess. I heard it was going to be like the pilot season only the other way around. OK. Not making sense again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a lot of people knows California Girls now.  Well, as expected because it's Katy Perry.  I want her new album already.  xD  It's not gonna be released until August and probably September in here.  Damn.  Oh and I also want All Time Low's STD.  You dirty minded people.  STD=Straight to DVD.  Tsk, minds these days. =))  Anyway, I want their STD now.  I don't think they're gonna sell it here though.  I never saw any All Time Low shit in here-in any music store I've been through.  Sucks.  Music stores here bleeehh.&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;Oh look.  It's already 2 AM.  I've been writing this blog and doing other things simultaneously.  I get distracted easily, ok?  Lol.  Buh-bye. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hit me with your punch-drunk love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="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/2452214732878876506-1030239190041871404?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1030239190041871404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=1030239190041871404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1030239190041871404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1030239190041871404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/05/pour-some-sugar-on-meeee.html' title='Pour Some Sugar On Meeee ~'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-2656456365580137308</id><published>2010-05-23T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:35:36.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairography 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lol. This is just a short update about my hair. Remember I made a blog post a little while back entitled Hairography? You don't remember? To refresh your mind click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/hairography.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I was whining about my hair then, being so short and straight. No life at all. Well, guess what? My hair was good and grew into what I wanted it to be. Does that make sense to you? Yeah, I guess not :)) &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;Sorry for whining so much about my hair, guys. It's not that it's THAT important to me. I just don't know what to do with it sometimes. I find it weird-my hair that is. I just realized my hair grows fast. I just posted that blog a month ago and my hair has grown back. Yaaay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457941149004098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S_kufhgAsUI/AAAAAAAAATM/lkAu-vlf85U/s320/29949_395281914762_681959762_3979393_8172691_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You guys, this is my hair now. It's livelier now. Yaaaay. I hope ot stays like that&lt;em&gt; though&lt;/em&gt;. It rarely stays like that. Usually it's all over the place, but yeah. I like my hair there. It's not helping with the weather today though. I need to tie it back right now but when I go out it's always down. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;/end useless hair rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="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/2452214732878876506-2656456365580137308?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2656456365580137308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=2656456365580137308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2656456365580137308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2656456365580137308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/05/hairography-2.html' title='Hairography 2'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S_kufhgAsUI/AAAAAAAAATM/lkAu-vlf85U/s72-c/29949_395281914762_681959762_3979393_8172691_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-6794734048400065999</id><published>2010-05-22T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T03:25:44.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Should Be Sleeping Right Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should be sleeping right now. Well, any normal person should be sleeping right now. It's 2:30 in the morning, why are you still up, Bianca? I don't even know myself. I'm actually really bored so that means, I should sleep right? But I don't want to sleep. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow or later if you wanna be technical, is my best friend's birthdaaay. Melissa, you know her, right? I mean one of two of my best friends. This ones special though because it's her 18th :&gt; And I need tow ake up earlier that usual to go to her house to prepare for the party. I have to be there by 9-10. Sucks, but whatever. Happy Birthday to my best friend Melissa. You're 18, learn how to drive already! I love you, bitch &gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to sleep, goddamn it brain. Be more cooperative. Sigh. I guess I have to do this survey thing too because Sarah tagged me. And since I am too lazy to put in a link there, just check the chatbox above. She says something about tagging me. Thanks, Sarah. This would really kill the boredom. I'm not tagging anyone though. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What time did you get up this&lt;br /&gt;morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: oh i don't get up at mornings. I woke up at 12&lt;br /&gt;noon. :P yes, I am such a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How do you like your&lt;br /&gt;steak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: cooked? IDK, i never had any steak&lt;br /&gt;differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:&lt;br /&gt;iron man 2. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What is your favorite&lt;br /&gt;TV show?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: definitely Supernatural. :&gt; Please don't end&lt;br /&gt;soon. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it&lt;br /&gt;be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: London. Definely. I always wanted to go to&lt;br /&gt;England. idk why. Maybe because I like the rain? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: sadly&lt;br /&gt;enough, I don't eat breakfast. one: I don't wake up early enough for&lt;br /&gt;breakfast, two: i bark when I have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: not&lt;br /&gt;sure. get back to me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: idk but I don't&lt;br /&gt;eat dinuguan and eggplant. it's prob the only food I don't eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Favorite place to eat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: McDo. Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;I love that place. Never grew old of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Favorite&lt;br /&gt;dressing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Ceasar's? You know, all this talk about food is&lt;br /&gt;making me hungry. Stop because it's hard to scout for food at 2:50 in the&lt;br /&gt;morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What kind of vehicle do you drive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I don't&lt;br /&gt;drive anything, unfortunately. I don't even know how to ride the bike&lt;br /&gt;;__; Teach me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: none in&lt;br /&gt;praticualr. I like wearing shorts right now because it's hot.&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:&lt;br /&gt;london. isn't this kind of like the question above? lol. I would&lt;br /&gt;want to go to london now, please? Take me there? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I am a pessimist,&lt;br /&gt;so go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Where would you want to retire?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: can i not&lt;br /&gt;retire? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Favorite time of day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: i like it at about 3-5&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon? Well, I always liked it at those times.Except right now,&lt;br /&gt;those times are hot times of the day. Come to think of it, when is it not&lt;br /&gt;hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Where were you born?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Well,&lt;br /&gt;Philippines. In Quezon City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I&lt;br /&gt;don't like sports that much. o.O I like watching summer basketball games at our&lt;br /&gt;village though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Who do you think will not tag you back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:&lt;br /&gt;lol. I'm not tagging people so I won't be tagged back. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Person you expect to tag you back first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I&lt;br /&gt;told you I'm not tagging anyone. You're pretty stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Who are you most curious about their responses to&lt;br /&gt;this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: band people. I wish I could tag them and they could&lt;br /&gt;just answer like this. ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Birdwatcher?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Yes. I do like watching&lt;br /&gt;birds. Not for long though. It gets kind of boring in the long&lt;br /&gt;run. They don't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:&lt;br /&gt;night :&gt; I don't get up early enough for mornings xD And I always&lt;br /&gt;was nocturnal even in childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Do you have any pets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I have a cat.&lt;br /&gt;She hates me ;__; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to&lt;br /&gt;share?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Dude, I'm going to college [insert dancing banana that&lt;br /&gt;won't dance gif here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were&lt;br /&gt;little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;B: I wanted to be a doctor. I still want to be a&lt;br /&gt;doctor. My course doesn't say so though ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;B: Memories&lt;br /&gt;with my brother were always fun. Nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Are you a cat or dog person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I can be&lt;br /&gt;both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Are you married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh sure. Coz it's&lt;br /&gt;legal to be married at 16 here. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Always wear your seat&lt;br /&gt;belt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: when I'm in the passenger's seat. But when I'm at the&lt;br /&gt;back-nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Been in a car accident?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: nope.&lt;br /&gt;And I do hope never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Any pet peeves?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: people&lt;br /&gt;pronouncing stuff wrong. maybe especially my name. pisses me off big&lt;br /&gt;time. Kind of OC like that xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Favorite pizza toppings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: garlic and&lt;br /&gt;cheese. yuum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Favorite Flower?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Chrysanthemum and I do not have an explanation. It's just&lt;br /&gt;pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Favorite ice cream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: strawberry ice cream! i&lt;br /&gt;seriously want some right now with this heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36.Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds. MMMM. I love their fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver's&lt;br /&gt;test?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I haven't taken my driver's test yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. From whom did you get your last e-mail?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: from&lt;br /&gt;tumblr. It says I have a new follower. Hey new lurker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;br /&gt;B: I&lt;br /&gt;don't have a credit card. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Do anything spontaneous lately?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: zomg, none.&lt;br /&gt;my life is so boring right now ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Like your job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I don't have a job. I&lt;br /&gt;like being a student right now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Broccoli?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: IDK why people hate them. I&lt;br /&gt;love broccoli, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: hmm, maybe&lt;br /&gt;the palawan thing? Or our vacations at Batangas, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:&lt;br /&gt;parents most probably. i don't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: tap tap&lt;br /&gt;tapping of the keyboard. sigh. everyone's asleep and I cannot play&lt;br /&gt;music. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. What is your favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: and the over&lt;br /&gt;used question of all. dun dun dun! Blue and Yellow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-B: none. I&lt;br /&gt;want one though. But not until after I donate blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I AM&lt;br /&gt;NOT TAGGING ANYONE FOR THE LAST TIME o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. What time did you finish this&lt;br /&gt;quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;B: 3:09 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Coffee drinker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: not&lt;br /&gt;really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wow, that took a lot of time. o.O It's already 3 in the morning and I want to sleep but somehow my brain is alert. This, my friends, is even without coffee. Just imagine myself with coffee. It would be like me on a sugar rush  times five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I almost forgot to share this to you. lol. Found it on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473803411707690450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S_bbM5UofdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2leyLgc9S_8/s320/wegtrhyukjh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is actually very true. lol. I do like bassists. Well, in bands I like anyway. Oh, let me name a few: Pete Wentz, Alex Suarez, Stephen Gomez, Gabe Saporta, Tyson Ritter and so on and on. But for myself, I would like to play the drums. As I said, donate your freakin drums to me and I would be forever thankful. lol. :)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys, I only have 2 weeks left of summer and then it's officially college time.  I think I'm not ready yet.  I can imagine myself at the first day wanting to vomit because of nonstop butterflies.  God, I can feel them already.  They're getting ready for the 8th of June too.  I hope I have blockmates already when I get there.  I mean, it would be so awkward if I didn't.  UP: I know you're not kind to anyone, but maybe you can make this year an exception?  lol, IDK, but I don't think it will.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is enough.  Sigh.  I will try to sleep now.  Better yet, I will force myself to sleep now.  Bye.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-6794734048400065999?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6794734048400065999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=6794734048400065999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6794734048400065999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6794734048400065999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-should-be-sleeping-right-now.html' title='I Should Be Sleeping Right Now.'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S_bbM5UofdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2leyLgc9S_8/s72-c/wegtrhyukjh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-6599300701348032637</id><published>2010-05-17T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:50:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's 1 am and I am already very sleepy.  It feels like I'm always tired and I'm not even doing anything at all.  Weird.  This is laziness at its best.  Summer '10 has been very unproductive.  But let's hope it turns itself around as it always does.  C'mon Summer, you still have time to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the feeling that you're excited and nervous at the same time?  Yeah, that's how I feel right now about college.  I am excited that I am in college.  It's something new and different.  And I'm excited because the people I was with were awesome.  I am nervous because it's absolutely different.  Everything's different.  And it's large with a lot of people.  I hope I adapt well and soon to the newness of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1 am and it's hot.  Wow, Philippines.  You have taken global warming into a whole different level.  No more cold days, huh?  Might as well import camels from the deserts.  I am dehydrated most of the time, by the way.  There's never enough water nowadays.  Plus, I'm afraid of dying because of heat stroke.  There's already four people, if I'm not mistaken, who died in the place next to us because of heat stroke.  I am serious.  The heat is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing the whole day- trying to improve on my writing skills (if such a thing existed).  I heard my course needed a lot of writing.  Oh c'mon.  I want to be a doctor ;__;  Seriously.  Random people already told me beforehand to take up writing/communication courses but I want to be a doctor, so yeah.  And I still end up with a communication course.  Fate?  I would like to shrug that thought off, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for Spanish though.  Here I come Gabe and Alex.  I am only excited for Spanish because of you guys.  Oh if you only know these things you do to your fans.  I am soo scared of Math though.  Well, not Math for this sem.  For next sem- I heard it was a bitch.  Plus Math was always my Waterloo ever since the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go shopping soon.  New clothes because UP doesn't have a uniform.  One thing I don't like about that school is the no uniform thing.  Such a waste of clothes.  Besides clothes, I would like a notebook and different colored gel pens.  I would want my notes to be colorful for my personal satisfaction.  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and about music?  It's still my very life-none of that has changed.  I am currently addicted to The Summer Set though.  IDK, but I take pride in finding out about them a year before they even released their full length album.  I downloaded She's Got The Rhythm before everything, I swear.  And now, everyone's obsessing about them.  I am a genius.  Lol.  Wow, you're great at being egoistic, Bianca.  you should do this more often ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please donate their drums to me?  I am serious about the whole drums business.  I know I can pick a more available instrument like the guitar but I am really frustrated with the drums.  I'd settle with piano though.  But, the drums please.  So if you're some rich kid lurking around my site and is about to throw away a drum set (highly unlikely) please just donate it to me, ok?  Ok, that was just as effective as talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just wanna quote random song lyrics all over the internet.  But I don't wanna spam people with my nonsense ~  Oh and you know what?  I need a new default pic.  Get ready for a picspam tomorrow Bianca and release your pent up vanity.  Lol.   And I seriously think I should think up of a new catchy description for myself.  IDK what though.  So, let's stick with that since I have absolutely nothing right now.&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;Good-bye and good-night for now.  You over there.  You're such a stalker ;) Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just wanna use your love tonight.  I don't wanna lose your love tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-6599300701348032637?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6599300701348032637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=6599300701348032637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6599300701348032637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6599300701348032637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-1594602874398669905</id><published>2010-05-16T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:37:43.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to College, Bianca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As promised, here is the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; blog I was talking about.  And I know it's later that the promised date but yeah, I'm kind of busy.  I am taking in all the summer I can, after all it's going to be all over soon.  Yeah, I'm kind of wishing it wouldn't end because I'm still a LOT scared about college.  And nervous, don't forget nervous.  But I'm kind of excited too.  I don't know.  My brain's not working properly again.&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;Anyway, as I said, I am officially a college girl now.  Yaaaay!  I was enrolled two days ago.  And the day before that was my dental and physical exam.  I was in the campus for 10 hours with only two hours of sleep the night before.  I hated it, seriously.&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;Enrollment was better.  We were only there for about five hours (yes, that's still long but it's better than 10 hours, ok?).  And I was enrolled!  Yaaay.  I got to get my schedule already and I got my ID too.  Hahaha.  I also got to meet my first friend in my block, Mary.  Oh, have I mentioned my course yet?  It's BA Organizational Communication.  OrCom for short and don't forget because I will use OrCom a lot, maybe?  It was my first time to see my college too.  Everything's just too big, I swear.  &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;Yesterday, we had a psychological test, a block lunch and a campus tour.  And when they said campus tour, they really meant campus tour.  I was dead tired afterwards.  Lol.  Anyway, yesterday was fun.  I got to spend time with my blockmates and they were awesome.  Everyone was just noisy and friendly and loud.  Kind of like me- when we grow close to each other.  We were all full of stories and I think our block was noisier and much much more fun that the other OrCom block.  Probably because they don't have people to initiate all the fun.  Haha.&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;There was this part by the way in the psychological exam that says "who are you" or something like that.  And I wrote a long essay.  I mean the space provided is almost the whole bond paper and I only got to leave one more line.  I don't know, I didn't even think of what I was gonna write I just wrote and wrote whatever it is that came to my mind.  It came out kind of bloggish.  I don't know if that's ok, but I think it is.  &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 like UPM's system though.  Or is it all UP's system.  You know the FBC (Freshmen Block Coordinator) thing.  They're going to be kind of like our mommies and daddies/kuya's and ate's.  And they were very patient, caring, thoughtful and etc.  I like them a lot.  I think I want to be an FBC next year, but I'm having second thoughts about it thinking that I won't be patient enough and I won't care enough.  It would be like "&lt;em&gt;bahala na nga kayo sa buhay niyo&lt;/em&gt;" kind of thing.  So, yeah.&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;Hightlight of that was: my blockmates are super amazing.  They're all fun to be with.  Well, at least right now, they are.  I hope that doesn't change because we're having a lot of fun like this.  Sigh.  I will be needing a globe number for college.  Everyone is on globe.  What is it with globe and college?  Oh, well.  &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;Oh, and I might fall in love with my blockmates too much.  ;__;  I may not be able to shift like that.  I am serious.  I was determined to shift but I heard that we had to have an average grade of 1.2-1.3, so yeah.  Plus, my blockmates are really fun.  But I want to be a doctor!  ;__;  OK, we have the whole year to decide, Bianca.  Stop giving yourself unwanted stress.&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;Today (or last May 13 if you wanna be technical) I am officially a college girl and on June 8, college officially starts.  Goodluck to myself and to everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I regret not having photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-1594602874398669905?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1594602874398669905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=1594602874398669905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1594602874398669905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1594602874398669905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/05/welcome-to-college-bianca.html' title='Welcome to College, Bianca'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-7756619571757015709</id><published>2010-05-14T03:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T18:17:33.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudes and Dudettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo. This is not really a blog entry but rather, something like an update? IDK, really. I swear tomorrow, after everything is done I am to blog properly. Anyway, today, I just want you to know, dear blogger, that i am an official college girl now. I just enrolled a while ago. Tomorrow's the psychological exam so I will tell you everything tomorrow. &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;It's official. I am a UP girl. [insert my favorite gif of a dancing banana that won't dance here] Hahaha. Oh, and when classes start, I think I won't be able to write real entries just things like this, I guess? At least I update, right? I still love you though blogger. And again, I am restating my promise that I will blog about everything tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-7756619571757015709?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7756619571757015709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=7756619571757015709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7756619571757015709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7756619571757015709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/05/dudes-and-dudettes.html' title='Dudes and Dudettes'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-6771614412148434941</id><published>2010-05-06T20:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T01:42:21.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live The Car Crash Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S-L_ZnS7XyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8XE9md_bVxI/s1600/tumblr_l1od88az1o1qadyvbo1_1280.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468213713091387170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S-L_ZnS7XyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8XE9md_bVxI/s400/tumblr_l1od88az1o1qadyvbo1_1280.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So guys, here is the Fall Out Boy appreciation blog post I was talking about. I know it may be two to three months late of Fall Out Boy tributes but this is something that I won't get over, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I was in fifth grade. I was ten or eleven then and it was the first time I heard a Fall Out Boy song- Grand Theft Autumn. I actually didn't know it was FOB and soon I began to forget the tune of the song. But the lyrics-their words never faded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next year, or after how many months, I saw Sugar We're Going Down on TV, this time of course, I got the name of the band. Again, I seem to have fallen in love with them. With their music, with their lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That officially started my Fall Out Boy obsession. I listened to their songs online and memorized every word to every lyrics there was. Later, I found out that they were in fact the band who sang Grand Theft Autumn. The concept of typing lyrics into google has not occurred to me at that time, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I entered my first year, I got my first mp3 player and more than half of the songs were Fall Out Boy. I listened to them all day long. Hell, at that time, Fall Out Boy was just about to go mainstream but my classmates did not know of them yet so I even converted one into an avid Fall Out Boy fan. Anyway, towards the end of my first year, everything just literally fell apart. In school, I was alone- I was outcasted and alienated. The only companion I had was my mp3 which was practically a compilation of FOB Cd's. The only escape I had was their songs. Fall Out Boy was the only one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my second year I saw my classmates differently. I was afraid to trust anyone or to befriend anyone because of the trauma during the last year. So I intentionally isolated myself from everyone else. I didn't talk and I didn't eat lunch with anyone. I would just put on my earphones and bury my head on my desk and "&lt;em&gt;sleep&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, I already had my first real iPod and practically had Fall Out Boy's whole discography in there. Plus, I started to listen to their band families. And in my moments of isolation, they were there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinity on High was just released that year and they became mainstream. All my classmates were shouting out Thnks Fr the Mmrs and were all in my face asking me if I knew them and when they found out I was probably the biggest fan in the school, they were all asking me this and that. I hated that moment, to be honest. I guess, I was a little possessive of Fall Out Boy, during that time. Anyway, I found out that Philippines was part of their Friends or Enemies World Tour. Of course I had to watch them. My mom bought be tickets early because we were afraid of it getting sold out. Two months before the concert, tickets were already SOLD OUT. FOB was forced to have a second date because of popular demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S-Ll_eC3gUI/AAAAAAAAASU/dDRk2fdCyOI/s1600/IMG0304A.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468185776140812610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S-Ll_eC3gUI/AAAAAAAAASU/dDRk2fdCyOI/s400/IMG0304A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The concert was on September 21, 207. I was only in the upper box because everything else was sold out. But it didn't matter because I got to see FOB. I remember the chills I got when I saw them on stage. I think I even almost cried. And I lost my voice in singing (more like shouting) because I knew every word to their every song (except Basket Case w/c they covered XD). I wished that night never ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought "From Under The Cork Tree" and it's my favorite of all their albums. I remember I would lock myself in the room and listen to it over and over again while writing or while doing my assignments shit. I would even fall asleep listening to it. Soon enough, I claimed the CD player I borrowed to play their album mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, words cannot explain how in love I am with Fall Out Boy. I was awed by their words and their music Because of them, words and depth of a song were more important than the beat or the sound. Of course all that still mattered but the meaning was most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love how they string together words that it would sound so poetic and beautiful. They'd even be able to stand alone without music because the words were beautiful and there was such depth to them. To every single song, there was meaning to every one of them- there were emotions locked up inside those words. Because of this, I tried my hand at writing. That's right. Fall Out Boy inspired me to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? That year, I got into the school paper. I remember the first sample article I ever wrote was about Fall Out Boy. The title was "Fall Out Boy Rocks the Big Dome". I still remember how the lead goes but yeah. My gosh, I discovered my so called talent in writing because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in second year, my whole life pretty much revolve around you guys and a little of the band family. Oh and I forgot to mention, during sophomore year, I got hospitalized. I remember getting to watch "The Take Over, the Breaks Over" over and over again because it was always on the hospital TV.&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;By third year, I was known as the girl who had the weirdest taste in music ever. My mp3 player was full of your sings and full of decaydance songs and full of other sings by such bands. And by this time, you released Folie A Deux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S-LsAmT0ZAI/AAAAAAAAASc/zgYiPv6MYTc/s1600/1-197745975l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468192392609031170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S-LsAmT0ZAI/AAAAAAAAASc/zgYiPv6MYTc/s400/1-197745975l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despised a lot of people during that period of time. People started to say that your songs became shitty and god, i just wanted to punch them in the face and tell them to shut the fuck up and listen. The truth was they didn't know how to listen-to just listen to what you were saying entirely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember the time when I wanted to buy Folie A Deux so bad but I didn't have any money. I was telling my dad about the album and how it looked like. Next thing you know, he already bought it for me. You can just imagine the tears. Before actually listening to it, I took loads and loads of pictures. I mean in every single angle, I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by the end of 2008, I found out that they were having a concert here again the next year. And I was so excited. My mom got me patron seats. It was actually my birthday gift already so I just had to make sure that I was nearer and indeed I was. We couldn't get VIP tickets because it cost like 10,000 and I ain't paying that kind of money for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S-Lw0HOb2lI/AAAAAAAAASk/gRfXsNYOU5I/s1600/1-609847716l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468197675664661074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S-Lw0HOb2lI/AAAAAAAAASk/gRfXsNYOU5I/s400/1-609847716l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;February 13, 2009. I had no means of transportation so me and my mom took the train. That was the first time I watched a concert alone. I was there super early- around 6:30? But the concert started at 8:00. I was just excited ok? And you just wouldn't believe the line the last concert so I didn't want to wait an hour in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuck Valentines, I was with Fall Out Boy. People at school were actually inviting me out that day but for Pete Wentz's sake-it was Fall Out Boy, so, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I could not retell my feelings during those two concerts because my god, that will be as long as another blog entry. So...hell no. Go to my previous blog entries for a complete recount of the 2009 concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fall Out Boy is the most important band in my life. I think whatever happens, they'll always be number one. They wouldn't know how much impact they've made in my life and I'm sure that somewhere out there, they have made a much larger impact in someone else's life than in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love Fall Out Boy and nothing's gonna change that. Disbandment or not- I'll stick with them through whatever. But right now, I just really really miss them. And I swear, I cross my fingers and pray to god that it's just a break-that they're just tired and a little burned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Up to now, I still think that my words do not justify the way I feel for them. But this will have to do, I suppose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So Fall Out Boy, if the Alpha Dog video is really the last for you guys, I want to thank you for all the memories. I want to thank you for the words that helped me get through. Because in everything I've been through, one of the first things I turn to were your words. You have kept me sane, so far in my life (that is, if you still call this sane). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to Patrick's Voice, to Pete's words, to Joe's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;hair&lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt; contagious energy and to Andy's unstoppable beat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the Memories. All of them were great. Continue inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468204746788255458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S-L3PtNrNuI/AAAAAAAAASs/uJ5aMUsUkVI/s400/96477588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: This is an FOB appreciation post-not a biography. I only included FOB parts of my life (w/c was everything) but everything else that happened in my life besides FOB was not included bec. this is an FOB appreciation post not a biography. Besides Fall Out Boy, I had my mom. It was unfair saying that FOB was the ONLY one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-6771614412148434941?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6771614412148434941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=6771614412148434941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6771614412148434941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6771614412148434941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-live-car-crash-hearts.html' title='Long Live The Car Crash Hearts'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S-L_ZnS7XyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8XE9md_bVxI/s72-c/tumblr_l1od88az1o1qadyvbo1_1280.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-9119588539572953824</id><published>2010-05-06T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T01:24:49.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooraaah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe it or not, for two years that I've been writing in this blog, it's only my 100th post.  Argh.  This would have been last year if I didn't go in a hiatus.  Too late for that now.  I love you blogger.&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;Anyway, right now at this very moment, I swear to god I am on the verge of crying.  I watched Fall Out Boy concert videos and my god, how I miss them.  How I truly miss them.  I specifically watched concert videos from the Philippines and I was there.  I was frickin there for both shows and they were awesome.  I was happy then, that they loved the Philippines, or at least Pete did according to his tweets then.  Ay, oh my god, I just miss them to death.&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;Seriously, 1/2 of my posts recently contain snippets of how I feel about Fall Out Boy.  I can't seem to get over it- or I can't seem to un-miss them.  I really cannot write a whole blog entry about them because I can't seem to put my feelings into words.  I can't seem to make you understand how important they were to me and how they helped me throughout the bad times of my life.  I can't seem to bring out my love for them even if I try and I can't seem to make you see how heavy my heart is right now, whenever I see pictures of them together and whenever I hear their songs.    &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;You know what I think, I honestly thing that Fall Out Boy is this close to really breaking up.  I think that if someone from the band doesn't do anything then it's a sure thing-they'll be breaking up soon.  And that's me being completely honest but I keep on denying that.  I keep on shrugging it away because it hurts.  Sometimes, I even think that maybe they've already broken up.  But of course, my heart won't accept it.    &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;So dear Fall Out Boy, thanks for the memories.  They were great.  If ever you decide to get back together again, I'm always here waiting for you.  And I'll write an FOB appreciation blog when I finally get to organize my thoughts.&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;So in 5 days, the national elections will be conducted and god bless the Philippines.  In a week or so, we'll have a new president.  I should have started this thing earlier but I'm a lazy bum you know.  Actually, I feel very passionate about elections.  I think that it's very important and that it should not be taken for granted.  &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;So, in five days, may I ask you to not only vote for yourselves or for your selfish reasons but &lt;em&gt;VOTE FOR US&lt;/em&gt;.  Vote for us who can't vote, think about our future because our future depends on this too, not just yours.  Vote for us.&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;Eh, I can't think of anything more to write.  I'm actually suppose to be seriously writing right now, do you remember?  I can't seem to write seriously because my mind's being an ass and creative juices refuses to be fresh.  Sigh.  I don't even think you understood that.  So, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-9119588539572953824?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/9119588539572953824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=9119588539572953824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/9119588539572953824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/9119588539572953824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/05/hooraaah.html' title='Hooraaah!'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-8599164631899916611</id><published>2010-05-04T02:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T02:06:18.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So. Yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's 1 AM in the morning and I don't know what to do so I'm writing a blog entry. Actually, I really want to write today but I have this untimely writer's block and I can't think of any plots or anything. So, I'm writing a blog instead. Today, I was suppose to write about my hate for 80 to 90 percent of people in my generation but it would be too lengthy for me to compose in one sitting, so yeah. And I'd have to write it on paper first for it to be more coherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I went to Melissa's house again to swim. And we planned her birthday party. Because she's turning 18 and she doesn't really have a formal debut because no one would give it to her. It's a long story but trust me, it''s really understandable why. Anyway, Jamil did most of the planning anyway. She was good at it. I told her to be an events' planner but she shrugged it off. Meh, she'll come around sooner or later. Hahaha. &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;After Melissa's, we went back to my house and guess what? Rafu and renzo were there so there was karaoke session once again. Wasn't as fun though. I dunno, but I guess we need something new to spice up our lives. Haha. &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;Oh and you know what, I was suppose to go to Araneta tomorrow to meet up with this online friend of mine. She was my age and we decided to go to Araneta because we were big BIG fans of Fall Out Boy and they had concerts there, right? And it was the only date that was available to go in there free. SO, yeah. She was a girl who went through exactly what I went through during high school. We're both just entering college, so yeah. Anyway, one day, I sent her a message because her words rang true to me.&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;The next day she sent me a message that it made her feel better and stuff like that. So I felt better myself. Because I don't know. She's the first person I know who went through the same pain as me in school. Then the only thing she had during the time she was suffering in school was Panic! and in my case, I only had FOB. So, I could relate to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even screen capped her post on tumblr for me. It flattered me and it made me happy that I made her feel better. Haha.&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;It's Nate's birthday today. Nate from Cobra Starship? Yeah- the one I was too afraid to get a hug from because he seemed to be in a bad mood. I failed to make a gift because unlike people who sent him fanarts, I am far from artistically inclined. So I just greeted him a happy birthday in twitter. Yeah. I fail at life. Lol.&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;Oh, and yesterday? We watched Iron Man 2. It.Was.Awesome. Seriously, if you haven't watched it yet go watch it now. I loved it. Haha. Oh, and don't go when the credit rolls in because they'll show something after the credits, ok? &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;Did I mention it was klutz day for me today? I tripped more than 5 times today. And I walked into the door once or twice. I don't even know. I'm just more of a klutz today than I usually am&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;That's all, a more serious mind boggling personal blog tomorrow, I guess.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="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/2452214732878876506-8599164631899916611?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8599164631899916611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=8599164631899916611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/8599164631899916611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/8599164631899916611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-yeah.html' title='So. Yeah.'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-5194195323530372943</id><published>2010-05-02T23:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T02:56:09.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy May everyone. I think summer is really coming around though. It's starting to be fun and my god, the heat is burning me already. Good thing it rained the past few days- but the rain was acid rain. So, ok, I don't know if that's good or bad D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So a HUGE part of my summer is my Merville friends (aka my best/real friends). And every summer, we go meet up with each other and have the greatest summer ever (every year) because we miss the hell out of each other during 10 gruesome months of the school year. I won't admit that in real life though- that I miss them. Ok, so I tell J &amp;amp; M that I miss them like hell but I do not ever &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; tell the boys that. Because we all act like that. Like we don't love each other but deep inside we know that we do love each other. Lol, but what happens in the blog must stay in the blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are just starting to come together. As usual, it's in the month of May. I remember the first time this happened- it was so spontaneous. It was my group of friends plus Carlo's (my brother) group of friends. We actually didn't plan for it to happen. It was just that my group of friends were always in the house and his group of friends were always in the house and we all came from the same school so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we met up yesterday, I think. By coincidence all of them ended up in the house yet again. I swear, our house is like a headquarters or something. Anyway, at first it was all awkward because we haven't seen each other in months. But it all clicked in the end, as always. We don't have as much pictures as we did back then though. Oh, wait we didn't have loads of pics ever. But whatever. I'm happy though, that I found such friends. Friends that survived months of not being able to see each other. Friends that let each other have other friends and not forget about each other. God, I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were all in the house. We ate, we talked, we laughed so hard we pooped. Lol, jk. Not really :)) Anyway, we laughed so hard and we teased each other so much, as usual. This friendship is only alive because of the teasing. XD. Later, they decided to go karaoke- the retards. And they were like drunk people. I saw my brother dance like hell. My brother's the bomb. Haha. And the other boys danced too. We were busy gawking at them to even sing. My eardrums are forever damaged now. Then, for the last song, because the Bunye brothers needed to go home already, Jamil decided to sing Like A Virgin. It was hilarious. Hahaha. She was dancing and all that. Ay, my god. We're not even drink yet at this point. I wonder how crazy it'll get when we get drunk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I did something for the Cobra monthsary. Well, it was a little late and I kind of think it sucked eggs. :)) Because I do not have the best hand writing, nor do I have mad artistic skills. That's why my hand is jealous of everyone around me right now because everyone seems like a good artist. Especially Frances. OMG Frances, if you're reading this right now, I hate you for being so good at that shit. :)) She won't read this though. She rarely uses blogger na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466717574459947810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S92uq4kR-yI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pPDnS4CbTPo/s320/Snapshot_20100430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not even say anything. I just wanted to let it out, even if it wasn't that good. It'll have to do. I must improve my hand writing though. That's one of my goals too. Improve handwriting by at least fifty percent. Is that too much to ask? Haha. Well, I do want to become a doctor so, the hand writing fits. But I don't like it. :'( I seriously want it to be better.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the food at the summer games is making me fat? Yeah. The food there is irresistible. Though, it's pretty simple food, it's like you need to buy some of that &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;. And then, you're completely unsatisfied and you want to buy again and again and again. I think I gained a lot of wait already from this summer games thing. And summer games are suppose to make you healthier. WHAT EVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, to be completely honest, I'm not missing my school friends as much as I &lt;s&gt;should&lt;/s&gt; thought. I thought I was going to miss them like hell. But seriously? I miss Jamil and Melissa the moment summer ends. And them, I could skip our meetings and feel nothing. Well-left out but I wouldn't feel sad at all. I don't know. I still love them though. Something's just off right now. I'm being mean : Stop this. shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to learn how to play drums. Jess Bowen inspired me. Lol, jk :)) I wanted to play drums since second year, I think. But of course a drum set is too expensive so I decided to set aside that goal for the moment. But I seriously can't wait anymore. I just want to learn ok? But I don't have drums, and we can't afford drums right now. Oh, the horror. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol. I'm going to sign off now. Ciao. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-5194195323530372943?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5194195323530372943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=5194195323530372943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5194195323530372943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5194195323530372943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-may.html' title='Happy May'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S92uq4kR-yI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pPDnS4CbTPo/s72-c/Snapshot_20100430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-3376540679049672625</id><published>2010-04-28T01:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:59:22.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Got Some Catching Up To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, a lot of unexpected things happened- a whole lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I woke up to my dad violently shaking my head in attempt to wake me up. I guess he was in panic because it was UP that was calling. I groggily stood up and went to the phone thinking that they were going to tell me, which course I got into. I was &lt;em&gt;oh so wrong&lt;/em&gt;. They made me choose between two courses- either of them I didn't like. And neither one of those two courses are pre-med courses. I want to be a frickin doctor. :'( But the girl on the other line said that first year is general anyway so I can just shift the next year. But I was still so heart broken that I didn't get into the courses I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cried like a baby after that phone call and I called my mom who was at work. I think she barely understood what I was talking about because I was crying my lungs out. She came rushing home from work though. Just because she knew I needed a hug. I love my mom. She told me I was being too hard on myself because it didn't really matter and that it was still UP. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jamil, Melissa and I had earlier plans of swimming at Mel's place. But she decided to sleep half of the day so I went over to Jamil's place and waited for Melissa to wake up. There was absolutely nothing to do at Jamil's house so we called people and stuff like that. We played City Blocks together. It was boring. At about 3:30, Mel decided to wake up and we walked on to her house. I invited them to go to my brother's basketball game but I seriously did not know what time it was. So we went swimming a little bit at Mel's place and rode a tricycle to my house only to find out that Carlo's game was over. THEY WON! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since, we missed the game, we decided on a major food trip at the park where there were loads of food. I am getting hungry thinking about it. Anyway, we watched a little bit of the ongoing game but didn't finish it because of boredom. And we went home and played with the cats. I then saw Rafu and Renzo walking by and I called them. They were on their way over to a clinic in our village because my brother had this big wound at his eyebrow. IT WAS BIG. So we all decided to go to that clinic because he was our friend and all. Yes, I do consider my brother, my friend instead of a brother. We have the same group of friends inside the village anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the clinic, Carlo was lying down this bed and my mom and my dad were there (yes, that's how bad it was) but he didn't need stitches so there was a relief. We waited for him to finish up inside the clinic and because we needed some catching up to do, we were so noisy inside. We went outside because it was getting embarrassing making such noise inside a clinic. But I was happy. That the Merville crew were back in business. You know, like every summer is suppose to be? We all had tons of fun- well, IDK about my bro tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention, my Nana got like 3 balikbayan boxes? Yeah, for real. Most are for the store but there are stuff there for us. I have new clothes. I is happy as the dancing banana. Get used to me, using the dancing banana as reference. I will do that- a lot. A lot of clothes means I don't have to stress myself (and my mom) to shop. Because, you know, UP has no uniform- which sucks like eggs. I WANT UNIFORMS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh. That's all for today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-3376540679049672625?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3376540679049672625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=3376540679049672625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3376540679049672625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3376540679049672625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/weve-got-some-catching-up-to-do.html' title='We&apos;ve Got Some Catching Up To Do'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-1190679856542800837</id><published>2010-04-27T01:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T03:59:52.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monthsary! And Other Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well my friends, this is the few times I celebrate a monthsary- and no, I have not celebrated it with a boy, ever! Anyway, it's been a month since Cobra Starship guys. I was the happiest banana in the planet last month. And I'm still very much hungover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month since my whole body shook in disbelief that Cobra Starship was there right before my very eyes. It's been a month since I skipped two days of graduation practice and almost skipped the baccalaureate mass. It's been a month since my first time to get a CD signed. It's been a month since I got to hug 3/5 member of Cobra Starship! It's been a month since my necklace became the most special necklace of all necklaces in my eyes. It's been a month since I commuted to somewhere not knowing how. It's been a month since I met my concert buddy forever. And it's been a month since Cobra turned the crappiest month of all to GOLD- just pure gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh god, a month seemed eternity and yesterday at the same time. Time passed by all too slow and fast. I don't know how to explain it. Maybe fast because, I'm still very much hung over with them and I still clearly remember everything that happened. And slow, because it's been too long since I last saw them. I partially want them to just live here already. Lol. But of course that won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's chant: &lt;em&gt;more shows, more shows, more shows.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Louder&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;MORE SHOWS, MORE SHOWS, MORE SHOWS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S9XnhbGzPBI/AAAAAAAAARU/qVhRZgltcGU/s1600/dancing_banana.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464528284281945106" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S9XnhbGzPBI/AAAAAAAAARU/qVhRZgltcGU/s200/dancing_banana.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look, it's that dancing banana, I love :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't exactly know when to celebrate the monthsary. Is it on the first day, or the last day? But, I'm going to celebrate the monthsary nevertheless. But anyway, to put it simply, it's been a month since the epicness that was Cobra Starship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today is the birthday of Patrick Vaugn Stump. Well, today in our time, it's probably not in there. So a very Happy Birthday to Patrick! And did you see him recently? You guys, he grew more hair, like for real. Haha. And he became thinner. It suits him though and he actually looks younger in this look. But I'm so sad with what he said in various interviews. I still love those guys to death, but c'mon. I dunno. I still have that ounce of hope that they &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; get back together. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now get teary-eyed whenever I think of Fall Out Boy too much. They're a huge part of my life- and I'm not being over dramatic here. They seriously started EVERYTHING for me. I think I blogged about this before, yes? But never mind, that post probably got buried with my excessive blog posts. Anyway, Fall Out Boy will always, always be in my heart. They're my ultimate heroes seriously. Their words and their music helped me through the darkest moment of my life. They were more than just a band to me. And some people- people that surround me in real life, laugh at me sometimes because they think it's&lt;em&gt; just&lt;/em&gt; a band. Well, honey, you don't know the impact that these bands have done to me, especially this band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God, I miss you Fall Out Boy. And if ever, just &lt;em&gt;if-&lt;/em&gt; I will be just like that dancing banana when you decide to get back together. A lot of people miss you guys right now. And I'd like to think that I miss you most because I feel like being selfish right now but I think a lot of people miss you in the same degree as I do. Sigh. My chest can't stop hurting whenever I think about you guys and the possibility that you might be gone- forever. I have loved these guys since Grand Theft Autumn and for them to suddenly disappear like that- it's painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Next topic please, before I burst into tears. Oh, and the other day was my great grandma's birthday. She turned 79. Yay for my great grandma. Anyway, other than the usual extended family members came over the house and we had something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like a house party. So it's from my great grandma's side, right? And I felt like a frickin abomination, seriously. Haha. They're all fair and wide-eyed. And I have Chinese eyes and not-so-fair skin. So yeah. I seriously used that word to my mom. I told her I was an &lt;em&gt;abomination&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, I have pics. And I look like shiz, so don't look at me too long. Usual extended fam- not even complete (left) and not so usual extended fam + usual extended fam (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S9XvO7Rk73I/AAAAAAAAARc/axgZZX270F8/s1600/15692_1436915251208_1482795002_31151590_2393107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S9XvPPOIIGI/AAAAAAAAARk/09ljQMkWReY/s1600/15692_1436915291209_1482795002_31151591_3760882_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S9Xvjhikm8I/AAAAAAAAARs/bY1m1iQQ8WQ/s1600/15692_1436915251208_1482795002_31151590_2393107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464537116461800386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S9Xvjhikm8I/AAAAAAAAARs/bY1m1iQQ8WQ/s320/15692_1436915251208_1482795002_31151590_2393107_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S9XvkA1qpVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3uHFtIoJqqY/s1600/15692_1436915291209_1482795002_31151591_3760882_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464537124863386962" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S9XvkA1qpVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3uHFtIoJqqY/s320/15692_1436915291209_1482795002_31151591_3760882_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-1190679856542800837?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1190679856542800837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=1190679856542800837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1190679856542800837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1190679856542800837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-monthsary-and-other-things.html' title='Happy Monthsary! 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Plus I was depressed/frustrated last night when I was suppose to blog. Yeah, I was busy balling my eyes out last night. Oh my god, I'm such a baby. Anyway, my iPod's LCD is pretty much busted right now. I mean, I can only see one fourth of the screen and that one fourth doesn't even matter. OK guys, so forgive me for being overly dramatic for this thing and I know that it still works fine but it's broken all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I practically built my whole life around that iPod. My life story is there. I mean, my music is there and my music is my life-so you get the point, right? I can probably survive without a frickin phone but my iPod? Oh no, that's a different story. Sigh, well at least it still works.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, my title for this post is practically my motto for the summer. You know I've been sleeping at 3 to 4 am in the morning and waking up at 10 to 2 in the afternoon. So not really '&lt;i&gt;sleeping all day&lt;/i&gt;' but definitely '&lt;i&gt;staying up all night&lt;/i&gt;'. But I'm thinking of getting my sleeping habits straightened up. Also my eating habit, I guess? Maybe I should have a healthier lifestyle. OK, so &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; not the sleeping habits because that's practically the impossible. But maybe eating right and exercising would help me become healthier, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been on a Supernatural marathon lately. And it's been amazing, like seriously. Oh, and I still hate you Kripke for killing off Jo. But I don't know. It was still beautiful though. I liked it even if Jo was killed off. Sigh. This makes me want to &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; finish my long overdue fanfiction of Supernatural. It was a really good piece at that time, but I dunno. It seems pretty boring for me now. Well, because I don't know if the story is going anywhere. Because, all the things I've thought of (like putting in angels and shit like that) was already put in the show, so yeah. Need to think of something else. Or write something else-that's always an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buckle up for the next couple of paragraphs because these are going to be angry, really angry rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and have you heard of something else, lately? The Ampatuans got released? I know right? Such bullshiz. I mean, I'm 16 and not of voting age and know exactly why he was let out. It's the elections, they're needed. And yes, I am frustrated and angry and annoyed with them. I want to punch them all in the face because they think that the people are stupid to buy their shit. C'mon...innocent? Fifty people died and the ruling is innocent? They could've at least ruled guilty and waited a few years to set them free (though for what he has done, he should have gotten the death penalty and it's still not a fair ratio because 1 life for 50?). But nooo, they have such thick skins to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time of the massacre, I was training for the Regional Press Conference, so I knew everything about this case. Like everything the media could release anyway. From the internet to the actual newspapers-I read everything and knew what cruelty and heartlessness they have done. So, no. I don't think I can let this go. Look, I do not have anyone I know from that place, nor do I know anyone who knows anyone who died in that massacre. But it doesn't matter because I felt the injustice of it all. Is it really like this right now? Where power is more important than a person's life. Since when did a person's life become equivalent with any amount of money or power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell are you fooling? Do you really think that your fellow countrymen are that stupid to buy your shit? I am sixteen and I cannot vote on the upcoming elections but I know what you're doing. So, what about the others? I am sorry if this is overreaction to you, or if you think I shouldn't be thinking about this because it's not my problem but what the hell. I feel very passionate about this issue because it was very unfair and stupid. I hope everyone else won't &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; let this go because it's not the &lt;i&gt;hottest&lt;/i&gt; issue at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/End Rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you will never understand the demons that I face, so go ahead and lie right at the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&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/2452214732878876506-503792312712770411?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/503792312712770411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=503792312712770411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/503792312712770411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/503792312712770411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleeping-all-day-staying-up-all-night.html' title='Sleeping All Day, Staying Up All Night'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-18082135406105911</id><published>2010-04-19T21:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:42:34.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm shutting doowwwn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in an incredibly good mood today, lol. And when I say good mood, I mean great mood like singing-around-happy- songs-and-skipping-and-jumping-to-sunset kind of happy mood. I don't even know why. I woke up at around 7 in the morning and I was happy- and that my dear friends, rarely happens. But I seriously thought that the day would fuck itself over but it seriously didn't. And I was in good mood all through out the day. Happy biatch right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the cherry on top for today was the confirmation of ATL coming here. AHAHAHAHAH. OKAY? DO THE HAPPY BANANA DANCE. I'VE BEEN DOING THAT STUPID DANCE ALL DAAAY. HAHAHA. I'M DYING RIGHT NOW, SERIOUSLY. Ok. So onto a more coherent set of ideas, I don't really know if I am to be happy/excited or if I'm to be sad/frustrated. But I'm mainly happy they're going to be here, lol. I just need to save up like hell and pray to God that it doesn't coincide with any important dates in college or with a family thing. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd be really really ecstatic to meet them. I've been obsessing over them since That Girl's A Straight Up Hustler. All my past blog posts were their titles or started with lyrics of their songs. They have amazing lyrics and they have awesome shows. So, yeah. Plus I love Jack like crazy. Haha. lol, jk. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of weird tho, that Cobra Starship comes here and we expect them to come here like rain. Haha. All Time Low, and then The Academy Is... Well, TAI because of the Bill's tweet. And Filipino's are really jealous people. So, when he tweeted about Indonesia, Philippines wanted some TAI loving too. C'mon Indonesia, you already captured CS's heart like craazy, we're already jealous enough. Haha. Okay...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, something not internet related. Hmm, let's see. Well, I was at my daily work so I didn't do anything much. Oh, but since there's already summer games there were loads of food over at the court. *Cue in an attempt of an evil laugh here. Anyway, I'm such a fat-ass na :( hahaha. So, we bought 2 orders of siomai and 1 order of cheese sticks. I didn't eat it by myself though. I'm not that gluttonous, guys. I treated my sister and we had a mini-eat out in our room. lol. It was because we hated the people outside, so yeah. We decided to have a plan of our own. Haha. Awesome sister. Well, actually, I did all that for her. The people outside were bullying her so I made us &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Tee-hee. Best sister award? I think so. Hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. Nothing really happens with my real life right now, you know. It's work, computer and my dear baby cat, who is awesome. I seriously imagine my adulthood with that cat. Haha. Taiga dearest, you have conquered my life over and out. Oh god, I have the makings of an old cat lady with no husband. Please no. I want to have a family too y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I guess there is nothing more to blog about. Soo, goodnight with a hug and a kiss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2452214732878876506-18082135406105911?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/18082135406105911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=18082135406105911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/18082135406105911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/18082135406105911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-in-incredibly-good-mood-today-lol.html' title='I&apos;m shutting doowwwn'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-1424680125887696034</id><published>2010-04-18T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:23:59.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hai.  Passing by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey guys. I didn't get to blog yesterday and the other day because I was dead tired, seriously. I only had two hours of sleep. I slept at 5 and woke up at 7. Lol. If you follow my twitter, you'd know why. I even have a twitpic of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it was same old same old for me. Except for things that I'm not suppose to say because it should be kept secret. Tee-hee. Today, I was so bummed out that I was stuck in my summer job because I wanted to watch the opening for our summer games. My brother played- they won. I'm proud, but don't tell him that. And I seriously wish I watched, because they rarely win. lol, that was mean. I'm hoping they win a lot this year though. My brother improved tremendously like :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, by the way, was my class' swimming/outing. I wasn't allowed to go, bummer. I wanted to go because it was the last time our class was going to be together. It was a swimming thing- my mom doesn't like me + waters. I'm already accident prone enough. Adding water to the equation would almost mean fatality. And it was too far. Bulacan. IDEK if I would allow myself to do that without family companions, so yeah. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my day is pretty shallow though. But I'm very very happy about this one. William Beckett is finally alive over the internet world again. Well, you know, he was alove all that time but we (the fans) missed him and the whole band performing again. Thank god they performed at that college thing yesterday. Prob. why he tweeted again. I'm giving you a virtual hug right nao, bill. I missed your blog posts, especially. Go and make a real album already and go on a real tour this time k? Most preferably, a tour with Philippines as a stop. Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously screamed when he tweeted. And he tweeted kind of timely because I was watching a video of him over at youtube and there was this pop up at twitter that said, "1" and I clicked it and it was him. OK OK. Sorry if I'm being such a fangirl at the moment. A seriously crazy fangirl, but I can't help it. I should lessen fangirliness by 50% nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, okaaay. I shall bid you good-bye since me, my sis and my mom shall continue the Supernatural marathon we started last night :3 Goodnight with a hug and a kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="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/2452214732878876506-1424680125887696034?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1424680125887696034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=1424680125887696034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1424680125887696034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1424680125887696034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-hai-passing-by.html' title='Oh Hai.  Passing by'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-7373323782595991368</id><published>2010-04-16T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:54:06.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All you have to do is Believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I wasn't suppose to blog today because I didn't want my uber long post about Cobra Starship to not be in the first page of the blog.  But because of my excessive blogging recently, and because of this blog right here, it will in fact disappear from the first page.  That's one of my favorite blog entries and I failed to preserve it.  Oh, well.  Look for it at March 2010.  Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; to blog today because I watched this movie: Finding Neverland.  And it was effing awesome, seriously.  I can't believe I just watched this movie.  I mean, I've been planning to watch it for the longest time but it always gets pushed back.  I regret the times I pushed you back.  It certainly goes to my list of favorite movies, like Big Fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was crying like hell a while ago.  And it's quite funny since everyone is already asleep in the house and it's like 12 midnight and I'm crying my eyes off for real.  And when I say cry, I mean CRY as in balling my eyes out crying with snot involved.  Of course, none of you were suppose to know that.  So the movie was amazing in so many levels.  It was full os story and it was heartbreaking and it was everything all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strengthen my love for Johnny Depp, which my mother influenced me into.  But I have loved him in my own way now.  lol.  He's a great actor who can act ANY part given to him.  Quite eccentric too.  And Freddie Highmore was still a baby in this film.  I swear, I want to take him home.  lol, he was such a cute baby.  And he was a great actor too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, by the way, I watched Moulin Rouge again as it was repeated by Star Movies.  And I still cannot get over my teary-eyes during my favorite parts of the movie.  It seriously never gets old for me.  I mean, I've seen it like 20 times but it's still very heartbreaking-ly wonderful for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this inspires me once again to write something magical.  Something as touching as these movies; something that would make me want to cry even if I'm the one who wrote it.  Aaahh.  Finding Neverland was certainly amazing, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I have done my 101 Things to Do in 1001 Days.  I have &lt;em&gt;redone&lt;/em&gt; it, actually.  I repeated some things but only those I really loved and would love doing again.  But, I will not post it yet since it's 2 in the morning and I cannot type 101 things to do.  It was what I was doing while working.  Haha.  I finished it while working.  I'm awesome at multi-tasking.  Lol, okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know of an application wherein I can receive updates in twitter via phone?  Like status updates by the people I follow?  For free ha?  And I don't need apps to let me tweet free because I can already tweet free.  My problem is receiving tweets.  Cge na.  So that my phone will have use naman.  Lol, hahaha.    I do not text a lot, especially in the summer.  And the only person I often text is my mom, so yeah.  My phone is pretty much useless except for emergency purposes.  So, tell me an app?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  Let me say goodnight for now.  Since my eyes are tired and my back hurts (I don't know why :\ ).  Goodnight bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-7373323782595991368?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7373323782595991368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=7373323782595991368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7373323782595991368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7373323782595991368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-you-have-to-do-is-believe.html' title='All you have to do is Believe.'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-8526070549302500636</id><published>2010-04-15T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:23:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Heartache, Another Failed Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meh.  I almost forgot to blog today.  And I'm really really sleepy so I don't think this would be a really coherent blog.  On a second thought, when was I really coherent?  Ok, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow (or later if you want to be technical) I will officially know what my course if for this semester.  Ahh, I'm really hoping it'd be public health.  Because 1) it's the only course in the selection that I am actually considering 2) I do not want to take up behavioral science or psychology because I don't think I would want to OJT in a mental hospital or in a home.  It'll be too depressing for me.  3) The other choices are 5 year courses.  Why would I want 5 year courses when it's just pre-med?  4) I such at chemistry and biochem was one of my choices, so please, don't do biochem.  And that is why my coourse &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt; to be public health.  Pray for me dudes and duddettes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the first episode of Glee today after their long hiatus.  I wasn't that satisfied.  I think they should've showed us more after they made us wait for a couple of months after the next episode.  You need to be better in the coming weeks, Glee.  I was disappointed.  Hahaha.  I like that Jesse guy though.  But, he is somehow portrayed as a bad character in the first episode.  Well, I hope not.  He's waay better than Finn.  More personality and shiz like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be making a to do list soon.  Things I want to do before I turn 18, which is next year, by the waay.  I know I made a list before but I think that was kind of rushed and suckish.  Or should I do this 101 Things to do in 1000 days?  What do you guys think?  But I can't think of things to put anymore because I've been doing a lot of things that I potentially thought of putting in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of thought of doing this 101 Things to do in 1000 days.  And I started a list.  But I didn't finish it because I was the laziest bum ever.  And I've done a lot of things written there, for example: meet an online friend, learn how to shuffle cards, dance in the rain and other shiz like that.  Should I still include that and then scratch it out?  That seems like cheating, doesn't it?  OK, lol.  Will decide in the morning when my head isn't quite cloudy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, what else?  Ahh, I watched Moulin Rouge (again) tonight.  I know I've seen it like 20 times but it never gets old for me.  I don't know why.  It's my favorite movie, alongside Big Fish, I am Sam, Tale of Desperaux and the like.  So it's probably my favorite romantic movie?  Yes.  Well, maybe.  Anyway, as I said, it never gets old for me.  I still tear up at some parts and I still think that the movie would've been great even if Satine didn't die.  But, the movie was great nevertheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I will never have a successful love life.  I love too much tragic love stories.  My mom said so too.  She said, I'm too idealistic, that's why I have never had a boyfriend yet.  Anyway, my mom made Jane Austen an example.  And I was like "&lt;em&gt;oh god, I'm gonna die an old maid&lt;/em&gt;".  But let's not hope for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  So you, yeah you, reader.  You probably thought like "&lt;em&gt;bullshiz&lt;/em&gt;"  but it's true.  This sixteen year old, incoming college student has never had a boyfriend before.  And that's because I don't believe that you should be in a relationship just for the heck of it and just for experiment and shit like that.  So, if I have boyfriend, it would be because of love- no matter how cliche that may sound.  I don't want to be in some shallow relationship like other people of my age wherein texting is called &lt;em&gt;romance&lt;/em&gt;.  Oh, wow.  How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  So maybe we should change topic because that will eventually lead to my hate of 80% of people of my generation who are generally like cows that just agrees to what the media feeds them.  OKAY, Bianca.  I said change topic because this will be an endless rant of a hundred and one reasons why I hate 80% of my generation.  The other ten percent are people who have minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's like 2 in the morning.  And I promised my mom I'd sleep earlier than usual.  And if she wakes up now, and sees me, she's going to kill me.  And she might confiscate my laptop-which is my life right now.  So goodnight for now.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-8526070549302500636?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8526070549302500636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=8526070549302500636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/8526070549302500636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/8526070549302500636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-heartache-another-failed.html' title='Another Heartache, Another Failed Romance'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-3295591605516965864</id><published>2010-04-14T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:01:22.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hearts Tangled in Good-byes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Random Title. And I have been literally staring at this blank writing space for a long time now. I don't know what to write and I don't know how to write what I want to write. And the other tabs are distracting me from finishing this thing. But I will finish this thing before tomorrow- meaning before I sleep, guise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, it's like 2 in the morning and I'm still awake. But guys, this is not surprising to me anymore. I've been sleeping at 4 am at a regular basis now. It's soo unhealthy. I don't eat right and I don't sleep right. I don't know where my life is headed to right now. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, i woke up at around 11? Because it's summertime, get down. Ok, bad joke you won't even get there. I praise you if you do. lol. So, I proceeded to my job that is as boring as heck but still gives me income so okay. And then my friend called and said she was coming over and that she was bringing another friend. Oh, I don't have to speak in codes because you know who they are na. So Jamil called and she said she was coming over and bringing over Jed, her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she came over and we had loads of fun. Because Rafu and Renzo were here and they missed Jamil like hell yeah. And believe it or not, I think Jamil misses them too even if she denies it. Hee hee. So anyway, we had a lot of laughs, and it wouldn't be even funny if I told you here. It's like one of those '&lt;em&gt;you had to be there&lt;/em&gt;' moments. Yeah, there are a lot of those. When I think about it, it's not really funny but at that moment it totally is. Like really really funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was so happy, I swear. It ended the whole boredom streak. I had fun. We had fun. Nice meeting you Jed. Oh, wait, he's not even reading this. Like, seriously. I think of all my accounts, this has got to be my most secret account. But it's not actually a secret since I don't hide it. Most people just won't have the patience to read through this. Yeah, seriously. But this is also where I express myself most. So they're missing a lot. Lol. It's such a shame they wouldn't know how awesome I am. lol, I jk I jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've been doing this thing where I'm compiling weird or random facts about myself. I need to have at LEAST one everyday. I cannot skip a day and I cannot say, I had 2 yesterday so I won't do any today. None of that. Another is that I take pictures every week and post them on my planner. :D And currently, I am just collecting the pictures and putting the dates, but soon it'll be printed. SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very good at scrapbooks by the way. So, no. I am not making a scrapbook thing because my hands can't do those creative things especially that thing you call cutting and pasting. My hand is intimidated. So I just slap it on my one year planner and write a description. And shiz like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that planner. I don't really schedule things, but it helps me remember dates. And when this happened or that happened. Yeah, it's awesome like that. Plus, it's like a pre-made boring kind of scrapbook. Lol. If only I had nice hand writing. : Then it'd be colorful as hell because I'd write with different colored gel pens. Awesome. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I think I'm a little sleepy already and I'm already blabbering. The last few paragraphs doesn't seem to make sense at all, huh? Or does the whole post not make sense? Lol, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-3295591605516965864?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3295591605516965864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=3295591605516965864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3295591605516965864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3295591605516965864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-hearts-tangled-in-good-byes.html' title='Two Hearts Tangled in Good-byes'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-3412940377939167646</id><published>2010-04-13T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T01:47:29.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Boy is a Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You guys, I have a summer job now. I finally have some source of income. I was going out of my mind thinking of what to do to have money. Lol. The job's easy, I just have to station our store keep and eye on the money and help around selling stuff. Pretty boring, though but at least I have money. Haaappyy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thay explains why I've been away for most of the day. I felt quite weird not being around the Internet the whole day. I was just here all night. Haha. Anyway, it was okay. Did I mention I woke up at 1 in noon today? Yeah, because I slept at 4 in the morning yesterday, or a while ago. Whichever you want to call it. And I had to work at 2 in the afternoon up to 6 in the evening. So it was fine. I kept wondering what was going on around here while I was working though. Haha. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. The title is a line from a song I've been LSS-ing. It's a really weird song but it's been stuck in my head. Search for the song, I'm not giving it away. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, I've been working on my writing. And it's suppose to be a short story, right? Well, I'm not done yet. I think it's written fine, but I want to tweak it here and there. I want to make it more vivid and touchy? I guess? But I'll update you when I'm done with it. It's very dark though. It doesn't seem like I wrote it because it's kind of &lt;em&gt;'angry at the world&lt;/em&gt;' kind of thing. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and have you heard this thing about Jesse McCartney yet? Well, if you haven't...he tried to cover Panic! at the Disco coz he said he was a fan and shiz like that. But unfortunately, he failed miserably-live over a radio station broadcast all over that place. I seriously felt embarrassed for him.  But it was so funny as well.  I couldn't stop laughing.  The best part was that the radio people were laughing as well and then they shared it to Brendon.  Ok, you just reminded me of everything and I can't stop laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been downloading a lot recently.  Like seriously a LOT.  Album by album by album.  Well, that's okay and all.  Since my iPod is my constant companion and sicne I have appropriate earphones now.  Yaaay.  Hahaha.  Ok, so it's like 1 in the morning now, and I'm still kind of high- like on a sugar rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently realized that the only thing i fell narcissistic about myself is my name.  Because it's awesome.  Bianca Mediatrix.  Don't you love it?  I need to love myself more.  Lol, I know I'm awesome (how obnoxious) but I just can't seem to love myself as much as I love my name.  Does that even make sense?  Well, it made sense in my head so gtfo.  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to finally finish Skins, Gossip Girl and Supernatural guys.  REMIND ME.  Or not.  I'll just make a mental note.  Which will eventually be buried alongside other mental notes I made which I promised never to forget.  So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  I think I need to say good-bye now.  Because look at this post.  It's very incoherent.  No transition whatsoever.  How sad.  Ok, bbye now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-3412940377939167646?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3412940377939167646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=3412940377939167646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3412940377939167646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3412940377939167646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-boy-is-monster.html' title='That Boy is a Monster'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-8265935140735252584</id><published>2010-04-11T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:37:15.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got new earphones today. OK, I know that it may seem shallow to be happy about but I am really really ecstatic that I FINALLY have new earphones. Although, I am thinking of getting headphones. I think it'd be better and my earphones wouldn't be beaten up that much. I'm serious. A lot of earphones have died in my possession. Maybe if I have headphones, my earphones would have longer life? lol, I don't even know if that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, I finally got out of the house. I've been itching to get out of the house for a while now because it's hot around the house and I've been bored. And guess where we went? Hahaha. We went to Greenbelt. God, I didn't think I'd be back there so soon. Coz, I am really not a greenbelt person. I've been there only a handful of times. Oh, the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we actually did nothing. Oh, and by the way, by '&lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt;' I mean me, my sis and my mom. We just walked and walked and ate and walked. Haha. It was awesome that way but we were exhausted by the end of the day though. It's the most we can do this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone's out of town, we're still in polluted Manila. Why, you ask? Well, we really don't have a province, so we cannot be on vacation with other family members who lives there because we have none. I mean, with my mom or dad. The relatives I have in a province are my great grandparents na, so I don't think we're that tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we were never really vacation-ers. Although I do want to be on vacation out of town some time in the future. Perhaps later this summer? Haha. I wish. Lol. So anyway, maybe that's why I'm so bored as hell. Because my friends here in the village are out of town and I don't have any houses to go to. Lonesome me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So I'm not even writing properly right now, am I? No, I am not drunk nor high. I'm just typing whatever it is that comes into my head. I'm not even thinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how out of place I felt last night? Because while everyone else was watching PBB, I was in the interwebs lurking. lol, I know right? Anyway, after the show (I think), everyone was talking about/blogging about/tweeting about this guy named Ivan whatever his last name is. And I was like, wtf, who is this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed for people to fill me in to finally get the commotion. Apparently, he's the new "&lt;em&gt;heartthrob&lt;/em&gt;" or the next "&lt;em&gt;Gerald Anderson&lt;/em&gt;", as they say. Seriously, and a LOT of people are gonna hate me for my opinion on this one. Because I won't just shut up- I refuse to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he is quite good-looking but I was disappointed considering all the hype about him. He's not all THAT, although he is good-looking. I just think that some (most) people are overreacting. I don't hate the guy, but I don't like him as well. Pretty neutral about it- like I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, next topic. I was in various powerbooks a while ago and I am quite satisfied with myself. Every best selling they book they have that I may have an interest in is already in my shelf or is a sequel of what I have. I am seriously great at picking books. lol. So anyway, I have to finish my mini-library soon because I need to get the sequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I do not think I did anything productive today but all is good. Will start on my summer job tomorrow. Wish me luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-8265935140735252584?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8265935140735252584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=8265935140735252584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/8265935140735252584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/8265935140735252584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-mister.html' title='Hey Mister.'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-4992860229143738504</id><published>2010-04-10T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:00:33.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairography</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S8CeqWITvBI/AAAAAAAAARE/YyqWafhl3Oc/s1600/Snapshot_20100111_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458537198705163282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S8CeqWITvBI/AAAAAAAAARE/YyqWafhl3Oc/s400/Snapshot_20100111_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, so seriously?  Why did I ever let go of this hair :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look at it.  I adore it.  It was perfect.  Well, maybe for me and not for you.  I think it was soo pretty.  I want this back.  My hair right now is short (like 2 inches shorter than that) and too straight (meaning, it doesn't have this kind of life).  lol, I want this hair that I can't control back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I ever let you go? @_@.  I feel freaking stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To current hair:  you will grow back to be exactly like this or else.  EXACTLY like this, ok?  Good, we have an understanding.  I don't care how hot or how messy it is.  I can deal with it.  I WANT this back.  It was sooo prettyy @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so am I being stupid calling that pretty?  Coz at that time, a lot of people were telling me "&lt;em&gt;go fix your hair&lt;/em&gt;" and sht like that but I told them to gtfo because it was my hair.  MY hair.  None of your business.  Ok, it doesn't even matter.  I am in love with THAT hair and I am going to grow it back just like that :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="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/2452214732878876506-4992860229143738504?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4992860229143738504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=4992860229143738504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4992860229143738504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4992860229143738504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/hairography.html' title='Hairography'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S8CeqWITvBI/AAAAAAAAARE/YyqWafhl3Oc/s72-c/Snapshot_20100111_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-2770379005335345456</id><published>2010-04-10T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:18:19.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Up for Round Two?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to start on my writing again.  And I mean writing as in serious writing because I think I have a lot to prove to myself in this area.  I mean, a lot of people say that I write well or good -whichever, but I do not see that in myself.  I feel that because this one person said I write good, everyone else just followed.  Well, I don't know for sure but that's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly why I feel like that.  Maybe because I haven't finished a thing- a story.  I've written a lot of poems, a lot of lines and a lot of verses and I even wrote a song.  But none of these works satisfy me.  I feel that I cannot really call myself a writer- not just yet.  Maybe we should put aspiring before writer, maybe that's more fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I seriously want to write something that will finally satisfy me.  I want to write something good enough; something to touch people's hearts or to break them; something worth reading; something other than those cliche stories I wrote.  Sigh.  End of senseless rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.  There's this new music video 'Kids In Love' by Mayday Parade.  Though a lot of people were disgusted and appalled by it, I actually liked it.  So maybe, what they showed in the music video was exaggerated.  Maybe what went wrong is that the music video portrayed the whole life of a teenager but made it fit in one summer.  Of course that wouldn't be believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, with kids these days, especially abroad though.  Coz we're still a &lt;em&gt;pretty &lt;/em&gt;conservative country compared to other countries.  Ok, I know that you might think that I'm waaay too young to watch the video but I think I was more open minded about it than other people.  I mean, sure- for all that to happen in one summer &lt;em&gt;maybe*&lt;/em&gt; exaggerated.  But the video showed what the song talked about.  And for me, the video showed reality.  You know, teenagers getting drunk, having sex and going crazy.  That's all true though.  Oh I mean sure, you didn't roll around the dessert naked but I'm sure you can think of some event as crazy as that one.  Bottom line is that: I loved the video and the way it portrayed teenage life and the way it ACTUALLY coincides with the song.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Maybe because, who knows?  Maybe this has happened to other teens?  We don't know for sure.  And with the way things are right now, it's definitely possible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  Will actually start to write now.  Like seriously write. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="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/2452214732878876506-2770379005335345456?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2770379005335345456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=2770379005335345456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2770379005335345456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2770379005335345456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/whos-up-for-round-two.html' title='Who&apos;s Up for Round Two?'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-8288816816054413885</id><published>2010-04-10T09:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:11:29.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze Hang-over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have all the time in the world right now. But, I do not have money. I am seriously dying of boredom right now. It's hot and I'm bored. I had better expectations of summer. Well, summer is just beginning so maybe it'll get better? Let's give it a chance. But I seriously want to go out and hang out with my friends. But you know, money is quite a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 10 in the morning and I &lt;em&gt;kind of&lt;/em&gt; just woke up. And I don't know what to blog about, really because nothing has happened and the whole day is still ahead. I just realized that I have no picture of every concert I ever attended. Oh sure, I have pictures of the ticket or what, but I don't have pics of the venue and stuff like that. I suck like eggs. I mean the concerts are one of, if not the greatest moments of my life though it only lasts one to two hours. I guess I forget to take pictures because I'm so into it. Like jumping and singing and dancing to everything. So I really don't have the time to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. So I may have plans today. Though I'm not yet sure. Friends from school are inviting me out. Haha. I kind of miss them. Like seriously. I missed seeing them everyday and the long endless conversations we had. It never stopped. The only thing that stopped us was the night sky because that meant some serious sermons from respective parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just also finished uploading some pictures we had during the last few days of classes. I think the last 2 weeks? Yeah, I miss those people. I think the idea of not seeing them again hasn't sunk in me yet. Yeah. And lol, did I mention that I have only a few pictures during my graduation? This is what I get for being an obedient student and not bringing a cam. Seriously. I have less than 30 pictures, I think. And I have not gotten my hands on all of them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to greet you your 2 year anniversary dear blogger. I have been blogging for more or less 2 years now. But according to my archive, it was May that I started blogging so 2 years? Yeah. It was a blast, wasn't it? Although I am sorry that I wasn't active during the school year. I was busy and having a life. I'm sorry to have forsaken you during those times. I'm sure you've missed me. Lol, jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss Fall Out Boy. lol, random but whatever. I seriously miss them. They're an important part of my life and they have made such an impact to who I am now. Seriously guys. I don't even know if they've actually broken up, but it seems like it- but I'm still swimming in the river of denial for that one. I don't think I can accept that until they have officially stated that they have disbanded. But don't. I'd prefer a break than my favorite band-disbanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been obsessing over the band family again. I guess it never really stopped, it just paused a while. Though, they were always with me, blasting through my earphones. It's because of the whole Cobra thing. Haha. I still haven't gotten over it. Oh, and there's this (big) possibility that All Time Low will come here. YEAH. I've been obsessing over them for 2 years na :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...rumors are they'll be here at around August? And I'm college kid by then. So any important stuff going on then and pfffft. Good-bye. So, I'm really hoping and praying and hoping that they'll be here in our free time. But if it's not- then you'll be missing a lot ATL. I seriously think I'm you biggest fan here in the Philippines, no joke. LOL, ok so maybe I share the title. I searched for your frickin albums far and wide but nooo, music stores don't have it. So, please. Show them what you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I think this is a long enough post for the morning. My eyes hurt and I am hungry. Maybe later again? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="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/2452214732878876506-8288816816054413885?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8288816816054413885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=8288816816054413885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/8288816816054413885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/8288816816054413885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/ze-hang-over.html' title='Ze Hang-over?'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-5067857207917844426</id><published>2010-04-09T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:27:28.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well thought of Title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey guise. I seriously need to get my sht together and blog more often now. I dunno but I really want to jump start my writing again. I mean, I was too lazy the past year (yeah, that long. WTF, right?) Anyway, I missed writing and I missed blogging. Holy crap, you missed 75% of my senior year because I was busy having a life and shit. Haha. Having a life is overrated anyway. I'm happier here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard blogging right now, because I don't feel like there's anything to say. I mean, anything not too violent. Because I swear, if not too many people actually read the stuff I post here, I would rant my hate towards everything in the world right now. But I hate people coming up to me the next morning and suddenly talk about my blog entry. Shudder. I don't like attention that much. It happened a lot last school year. So, yeah. I have thought about creating another blogger but I dunno, I just love my username so much. Haha. I know-shallow. But it's my username in everything. Well, most accounts anyway. As you all know, I'm everywhere in the internet. EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been in front of this computer for how many hours now. I started at about 10 in the morning. Oh and did I mention that I slept at 4 in the morning last night or a while ago, technically. Check twitter for proof. I did that twice this week. I'm thinking I am going to have a lot of that this summer. You know, sleeping during the day and partying at night. Not partying in my case, though. Just wide awake and scouting for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically the highlight of the day for me is Sib replying to my tweet. Hahaha. Yes, VJ Sib from MTV. I didn't really like MTV that much but I seriously LOVE Sib. I mean, it's because he's very good at what he does (that is hosting), he speaks well and he interviews well. Of all the VJs I've seen he's the one I truly approve of [insert imaginary stamp of approval here] And he replied to my tweet. Ha.ha. Dies now. Well, sure he's no Pete Wentz or William Beckett but he's someone I actually admire. LOL. I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, it's been over the top hot recently. I seriously hate it. This is probably the only thing I hate about the summer. The excessive heat. I mean it's hot even at night. Seriously. I bathe at least twice a day now or thrice when it's really really really hot. Sometimes it gets too hot I can't breathe, I swear. I'm serious about this, no joke, no exaggeration. You can't even go out in pants right now because it'll be soaked by your sweat by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the weather being like this. This is a tropical country. It's suppose to be: hot then cold. Well for the whole year it was hot and then hotter. I am not liking the effect of climate change. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah. You know I graduated but you didn't really know about my college plans. I actually passed the UPCAT so I will be studying at UP Manila for college. I don't really know what course I am to be assigned in because the stupid quota thing caught up with me. LOL, I'm actually very proud of myself for this one. Sure, I may not have climbed up the stage for an award but at least I'll go to UP. Haha. I'm seriously happy too because this is my dream school. Since my elementary days, the only school for me was UP. So, yeah. Plus, I wouldn't know what to do if I didn't pass UP coz I'll be the first person in my family to not pass UP. But the worries are all done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I wouldn't have to worry about dorming. Because I don't even know if I will survive in a dorm. I seriously don't know how to do house chores and how to be independent. And I feel like I need the house, THIS house to be efficient. At least I passed Manila coz I dunno how to survive if I was shipped to Diliman. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to read the large amount of unread books on my shelf. Like seriously. I haven't finished a book properly in ages. So, maybe my summer will be productive doing that? And besides, I don't expect all summer to be like this. Lounging around and being in front of the computer. It's summer- chance to be free and stuff like that. My main problem or is it safe to say that &lt;em&gt;everyone's&lt;/em&gt; main problem is the money to spend. We should have thought about this problem long before summer came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this is it since I feel my eyes throbbing right now. I think I'm going to take a nap now. ZZzzz&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/2452214732878876506-5067857207917844426?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5067857207917844426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=5067857207917844426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5067857207917844426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5067857207917844426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-thought-of-title.html' title='Well thought of Title.'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-7841759776928737592</id><published>2010-04-02T21:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:33:28.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Senior Year, with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I actually almost forgot to blog about this. Whoah. Anyway, one of the most important chapters of my life has ended. The chapter entitled High School. Yes. I survived four years of high school and graduated successfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The truth is, I'm gonna miss high school. And when I say high school, I mean the people in the high school because I'm not sure if I'm going to miss the actual school. Aaah, four years passed by all too quickly now that I look back. I realized that I wasted so much time wanting everything to end that I didn't quite know what I had right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've probably experienced a lot in my senior year of high school than in the first three years. A lot of firsts had happened in my senior year and I think a lot of lasts too. It's only been a week since graduation and I miss my classroom already. That classroom I hated so much. Oh, c'mon. Who the hell would love a classroom at the fourth floor of the building with a temperature of melting point? But, believe it or not, I miss it right now. I miss having to climb up there and complain about the heat all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss my classmates right now. My classmates are awesome. I mean, our class hasn't been re sectioned since 2nd year, so all of us are very familiar with each other when senior year came. Actually, it came to a point that we loved one another already. Even if we're not very close with this certain person or that specific guy/girl, we loved each other as a whole. Einstein wouldn't be Einstein even if a person is missing, even if it's just one person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my classmates. I really really miss them. To be honest, I don't like all of them. Whoever you are or whatever you do, you cannot like EVERYONE in your class. It's just impossible. But despite that, I still miss them. Because all of us have become too close and we became very dedicated to our section. It's my first time experiencing going home at 7 in the evening or 8 in the evening to finish a project or a groupwork or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll certainly miss A-J, my closest and best-est friends in the school. I'll miss our drama our trips our pranks or whatever. I'll miss the laughs we shared and the tears we've shed. I'll miss going to jollibee/mcdo and spending 2-4 hours in there just talking. I'll miss going to each others' houses and doing absolutely nothing. I'll miss the unhurtful insults we throw at each other. I cannot say everything I'll miss about you guys but I will treasure the memories that we have made during our stay at that school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I seriously didn't like it there with all the stress and headaches (which I know will benefit me when it comes to college). But you guys seriously made the ride worthwhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So here's to all the tears shed and laughs shared; to all the hearts and heartaches; to all friends and enemies made; to all the love and hate we experienced; to all the people we've met and to all the wisdom they have parted to us; to all sleepless nights and early mornings; to all the inside jokes and the well kept secrets and; to every single memory that we have made while we were still within those walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wow, I never thought I'd get this dramatic for you high school. Well, this is it. Good-bye to high school and good-bye to the most memorable year ever. Thank you for the memories and thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Ligaligs ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/2452214732878876506-7841759776928737592?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7841759776928737592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=7841759776928737592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7841759776928737592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7841759776928737592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-senior-year-with-love.html' title='To Senior Year, with Love'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-3329298152777659437</id><published>2010-03-28T00:34:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:54:20.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, Tomorrow and Always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, welcome me back from my unannounced three month long hiatus. My life just got more awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I'm blogging now coz this has to be remembered. It has to go down in MY history. I FRICKIN MET COBRA STARSHIP. Like hell yeah. I don't even know where to start. You all know my obsession towards them for like 1-2 years now. I never ever ever thought that I'd meet them like this. One of the happiest moments in my life. Let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Day (March 25): Trinoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well as said, it was in Trinoma and it was the first frickin day. I arrived at the venue at around 6 because I had to come from my school. There were already a lot of people around but I still got to barricade which was awesome. Anyway, so I had to wait for like an hour or so before the show started. I was walking around and around when I heard the people screaming, so it was my go signal that COBRA STARSHIP was finally in the building. So, I was barricading there and I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I could've thrown up if I ate anything at that time. Good thing I had an empty stomach because it was full of butterflies then. I don't even know why I was so nervous when I was just watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before they performed, there was this guy (whose name I later found out to be Danny) who opened for them. He was so cool. I mean he danced alone in there. And he was awesome like that. New favorite person? I think so. Anyway he danced and it seemed like he was having fun. He danced to "Wake Me Up Before You Go, Go", "Y.M.C.A", "I Want Candy", "Chicken Dance" and "Macarena". IDK if that's the correct order though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they came out. I swear my whole body just shook in awe. I just couldn't believe it. Cobra Starship was right there in front of me. It was all too surreal for me to take in, that it had a physical effect on me. My heart just wanted to jump out and sing along. But of course, I had to do that myself. Ha.ha. I screamed my lungs out and it was only the first show. I danced and sang to every song the played. I was probably one of the few people who ACTUALLY KNEW the lyrics to their songs. Everyone else just went crazy during "Hot Mess" and "Good Girls Go Bad"; such posers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel sorry for those who had seats coz they weren't allowed to stand up and partaaay. Gabe looked surprised as well. Because you know, Cobra's all about the party and well, everyone was sitting down. Oh, well. I almost cried when they performed &lt;em&gt;Wet Hot American Summer&lt;/em&gt;. Why? Because it's my favorite song of them and it wasn't that known, so I didn't think they'd perform it. The song touches me in weird ways but I don't know how to explain it. When they were performing the song, I had my face buried in my hands while singing it. I was afraid to cry in front of so many people, you know. They were already looking at me like I was some crazy girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First day ends with not much, but it was enough for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Day (March 26): Greenbelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came to the venue at around 4 because the baccalaureate mass took forever. I was suppose to be there around 2-3. My sister got tickets to the show so she got in. I was left barricading, again. Anyway, I finally met Greysh, an online friend who is now my concert buddy forever. We were suppose to meet on the first day but I arrived late plus my stupid phone died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK, back to the 2nd day. Me and Greysh met up and we barricaded. And I also met Trisha. Both exceeds awesome. Later, we realized that it was a shitty place coz this time, the people were allowed to stand up. Talk about wrong timing. Plus trees were like everywhere. But never mind the trees because even if the trees were cut down, we wouldn't have seen anything. We were so bummed that we couldn't see anything and we were the only ones singing to their songs whole heartedly. Super unfair. By the way, I hate Ayala for being so unfair during everything, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go upstairs where we had better chance of actually seeing the band. We ended up in front of a restaurant upstairs because it had the best view possible for us. And we were around people who were trying to eat so they were looking at us like "WTH, we're trying to eat", I don't think they could even touch the food when we were there. Sorry for that, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I was still singing to their songs but I couldn't dance. Coz, you know, it's enough that we had to disturb their dinner, they wouldn't want live entertainment from a girl who didn't know how to dance at all. So, I was frustrated that we had to watch from afar to see them but it was ok. The girl who rapped was good. I was in awe. The girls beside me were so annoying. They only knew one song and one song only: Good Girls Go Bad. And they were like "Gabe's so hot" and etc etc. Shudder. Anyway, I found out that my sister went to the VIP section after everyone went crazy and stood up and ran. Awesome sister. And she's 11. She beats you all, seriously. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, I was still very frustrated so I really really wanted to go to the show the next day, even if I decided that I won't because I don't have transportation going there and how the hell would I get back and yada yada. Everyone ate for a while and came back for the CD signing. We were in line and the wait was nerve racking. It was my first CD signing, EVER :O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, Nate was at the very end of the table and he was first to sign. But he wasn't in such a good mood I think, coz he was all brood signing the CD and looks up at you and says "&lt;em&gt;Hey thanks for coming to the show&lt;/em&gt;" and shakes hands. I didn't get to hug him coz I was afraid I'd get rejected. LOL. Anyway, Alex was next and he was awesome, seriously. He did the same thing Nate did, only friendlier. And I asked him for a hug and he was like "&lt;em&gt;oh sure, no problem&lt;/em&gt;" and when we pulled back, he complimented my necklace. He said "&lt;em&gt;Cool necklace, by the way&lt;/em&gt;". I am so close to framing that necklace now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, Gabe was next and he said "&lt;em&gt;Hey I'm Gabriel&lt;/em&gt;", so in my mind I was like, everyone here probably knows who you are Gabe. But I said &lt;em&gt;"Yeah, I know. I'm Bianca&lt;/em&gt;" and asked for a hug. So, Victoria was next and damn, she was so pretty-gorgeous. I didn't get to ask for a hug from her coz I was so starstruck. I just stared at her and said "&lt;em&gt;My god, you're so pretty&lt;/em&gt;" and she said thank you and touched her cute little crown. Ryland was last, and he said, "H&lt;em&gt;ey thanks for coming to the show&lt;/em&gt;" and I said "&lt;em&gt;Thank you for coming here&lt;/em&gt;" and asked for a hug. He was soo tall it was unbelievable. I thanked him again and ran down the stage coz I had to jump up and down from happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I waited for Greysh to go down the stage coz she was right behind me. And she ran down and hugged me. She was so happy because Gabe remembered her. I would have probably died if that was me. But anyway, I hugged her coz I felt sooo happy for her. She more than deserved it waiting for them for about 3 years now. It wasn't in our plan to wait for them to go out but we waited na. We barricaded to where they would exit and we waved at them when they came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So after that, we waited for a taxi for 1-2 hours. We stood in line for 1-2 hours. WTH, right? Me, Greysh and Tasha were talking the whole time. We were oozing happiness at that moment. We were standing up the whole time so our feet/legs hurt like hell in the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at around 10 or 11? I dunno. Anyway, I honestly didn't want to sleep yet coz I didn't want the night to end. I wanted it to last a little bit longer but my body shutdown on me. Ha.ha. I was in school at 6 in the morning and went home at 11, so what do you expect, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Day (March 27): Alabang Town Center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I seriously didn't expect to go to this event. But I did anyway. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up at around 9 or 10 in the morning and I was in the Internet doing my thing. And I suddenly burst to tears. I swear, I didn't even know why. Later I realized it was because of too much happiness. I just couldn't believe that I actually finally met Cobra. And I cried because they completely turned around one of the crappiest months ever. I mean, it may sound a little too over dramatic (I am aware of the redundancy in that sentence), but they really saved me from eternal depression, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I tweeted that I wanted to go to the ATC show but I didn't have transportation and stuff like that. And then I was so surprised when Greysh replied to me saying we should go and that fck transportation. So we arranged for us to meet at Taft station of MRT and figure out our way from there. Ok, so I seriously ran to the bathroom and prepared myself, and I remember celebrating inside the bathroom that I'm going to Cobra's last show. Haha. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, Me and my sister met up with Greysh at the MRT station as earlier planned. And THANK GOD MY MOM WAS THERE WITH US. Because if she wasn't we'd be totally lost. TOTALLY LOST. I would like to take this opportunity to thank my mom for being with us for all three days. I mean, if she was any other mom, it would be easier just to not allow me to go to foreign places like that. And she stood by us for all three shows. ALL THREE SHOWS. She's awesome like that. She completely understood how important it was for us. Ma, I know you're reading this too. You stalk me all over the internet. LOL. LOVE YOU MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So from the TAFT station, we rode a jeep going to Alabang. And I swear, it's like my first time commuting going to Alabang. LOL, the things that Cobra made me do. During the whole trip I was like "&lt;em&gt;Where the hell are we?"&lt;/em&gt; and I completely had no idea where we were. Stupid jeep lied to us. He said that it would take us directly to ATC but dropped us off at another waiting area. We rode another jeep, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at the venue at around 2? And we bought CDs right away. We found the PERFECT place to barricade. It was at the right side of the stage, if you're looking at the stage. And it had perfect view. Well, except for Nate. Some equipment were in the way for us to completely see Nate. We had to wait for like 3-4 more hours before they arrived. While waiting, some fangirls beside us were singing "&lt;em&gt;Gabey baby baby ooohh"&lt;/em&gt; to the tune of Baby by Justine Bieber. I swear, Gabe would punch you in the face if he heard that. LOL, jk. The show was about to start but then Gabe and Vicky-T disappeared off to somewhere. They came back in a while and the show finally started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST SHOW EVER. I mean, at Trinoma, I was waay far off to feel it, at Greenbelt, I couldn't even see anything. But in here, I danced and sang like nothing matters. Ohh, it felt really good. Seemed like they had fun during the show too. Because everyone in the VIP section and stuff like that were already standing up. And when I mean standing up, I mean dancing on the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were on Alex's side of the stage. And they like pointed to a sign on the second floor. It said "penis", and everyone kept looking at it. I laughed so hard. The band was all looking at it too. Haha. So, when Alex looked at us, I waved at him and he winked and he waved back. God, you're awesome Alex. I am so close to fangirling over you na. But I won't. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were so participative during the whole thing. We danced, we sang, we raised our hands, we put put fangs up and basically did everything they wanted us to do. Oh, and I didn't get Alex's pick. He threw two at our side. One was supposedly meant for Greysh. He winked and threw the pick at her but the girl behind us got it. That annoying girl who knew no song but Good Girls Go Bad and who kept screaming "&lt;em&gt;Gabe, you're so hot&lt;/em&gt;". Annoying. The second one was suppose to be for me. LOL, you're probably thinking "&lt;em&gt;oh, hey, what a delusional bitch&lt;/em&gt;" but seriously it was for me. He pointed at me and threw the pick but the guards in front got it and threw it to someone on my right. Well, at least the people on my right were actually fans. So that was far better than the girl at my back. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Danny (YMCA guy) didn't dance during the third show. Bummer. I was so ready to dance YMCA and Macarena with him. I was so excited to see him dance so up close. But he didn't. What a disappointment. The show was awesome, nevertheless. I was so high afterwards that I walked like I was drunk-not that I've ever been drunk before. Ha.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed a long sit after the show coz we were standing up for like 5 hours straight. And we later, we watched them M&amp;amp;G and stuff. The security was rushing everything, seriously. IDK, but I think it was about earth hour. So we got in line for the CD signing, and I was so nervous because I was thinking of what to say. I didn't want to smile and shake hands and just proceed. That would be sucking coz there's your chance to actually TALK to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alex was at the very end of the table, and the security was rushing as said earlier. This time, no hugs and no kisses were allowed. Sucks. So anyway, I shook Alex's hand and said "&lt;em&gt;Hey it's me again&lt;/em&gt;" and he said "&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah"&lt;/em&gt; and pointed at my necklace then he continued, "&lt;em&gt;thanks for coming to the show again. We appreciate it&lt;/em&gt;" and I moved on to Nate. I seriously wanted to get a hug from Nate but no kisses or hugs allowed, remember? Sadly enough, I didn't get to talk to Gabe at all, because the security was rushing. We just shook hands and so. On to Vicky. So I was really determined to talk to her that night but I was soo starstruck, again. My god, she's just too damn gorgeous. And I was so surprised when she complimented my shirt. She said, "&lt;em&gt;That's a nice shirt&lt;/em&gt;" and I was like "&lt;em&gt;Thank you. You're so pretty&lt;/em&gt;". I was seriously gawking at her, like craazy. I hope she didn't find me creepy. Hahaha. Ryland was last and I was so surprised that he recognized me. He was like "&lt;em&gt;Oh hey, Nice meeting you again&lt;/em&gt;" and I said "&lt;em&gt;Yeah. Thanks! You were awesome!" &lt;/em&gt;and he said thanks. END.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this has been the most amazing three days ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I met and talked to and was remembered by one of my favorite bands ever. It was all very surreal and exciting. I will never forget that three days Cobra has touched me in ways they'll never know. And I love them for that. I love them for everything. The Cobra Week has come to an end. It's been officially one week since they landed in here. Woah, I can't even believe it's been that long. I will remember this moment, tonight, tomorrow and always. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my awesome mom again for sticking through with it up until the end. I swear, you're the best mom in the world. Not many would understand how important this is for us. Most would probably think it's just a little band and stuff like that. But you didn't. You're seriously awesome. Oh, I'd like to thank Greysh too. You are the most amazing concert buddy ever. It was awesome finally meeting you. I miss you na a lot bb. I hope the next time we meet is gonna be real soon. IDK what to do with my life anymore. LOL, jk. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh here are some pictures by the waay. The signed CD (left), the necklace Alex complimented (middle) and the shirt Vicky complimented (right). I just realized that me and Greysh don't have a picture together. We have a video together but we don't have a picture :O Well, next time for sure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S7Mo_tbVUAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CgN-3fHA-S8/s1600/Snapshot_20100331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454748648666910722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S7Mo_tbVUAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CgN-3fHA-S8/s200/Snapshot_20100331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S7MpAC_Q8EI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-zDglU1VCgc/s1600/Snapshot_20100331_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454748654454763586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S7MpAC_Q8EI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-zDglU1VCgc/s200/Snapshot_20100331_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S7MpAv_tEgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/z_3IXv7GZhg/s1600/Snapshot_20100331_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454748666536202754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S7MpAv_tEgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/z_3IXv7GZhg/s200/Snapshot_20100331_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S7MpAC_Q8EI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-zDglU1VCgc/s1600/Snapshot_20100331_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-3329298152777659437?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3329298152777659437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=3329298152777659437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3329298152777659437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3329298152777659437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2010/03/tonight-tomorrow-and-always.html' title='Tonight, Tomorrow and Always.'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/S7Mo_tbVUAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CgN-3fHA-S8/s72-c/Snapshot_20100331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-3589735094286848218</id><published>2009-12-28T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:59:51.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my hand and we will run away&lt;br /&gt;Down to this place that I know&lt;br /&gt;How did this night become the enemy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's over, it's over, it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Belated Merry Christmas Everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gawd, I am so disappointed. It's the 28th today and my last blog was also the 28th; the 28th of November that is. It's been one blog per month instead of one blog per week. Sorry guys. I've been very preoccupied. Anyway, do you like my new layout? I love it! If you must know, I am an avid Spongebob fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Christmas has just passed. And though I didn't quite feel the spirit of Christmas this year as I did in the years before, Christmas was still fun. We had a mini family reunion at our house and there were food and gift giving. So it was still awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a planner. Yaay. You know, that awesome planner that's entitled "This Journal will Actually Change Someone's Life". I love it. I also got a lot of trinkets and some necklaces with awesome pendants. Yeah, nothing big, really. But still awesome. I didn't actually want anything anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this pas week or so, I have been addicted over So You Think You Can Dance Hip Hop Numbers. I love their dance numbers. I picked my Top 3 and those are, Mad, Whatcha Say and Bleeding Love. Here They are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbjOn2FVm4M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbjOn2FVm4M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpMUDECcZiE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpMUDECcZiE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ClYdHjvpCw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ClYdHjvpCw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatcha Say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, three of the best dance numbers ever. I am so obsessed with this right now. Isn't it awwesssommmee. Yeah. So, I'm gonna blog next about a year ender. But I think I'll blog about it tomorrow. I think I may have shared enough of what this blog has missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-3589735094286848218?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3589735094286848218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=3589735094286848218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3589735094286848218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3589735094286848218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-my-hand-and-we-will-run-away-down.html' title=''/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-5205970036324780012</id><published>2009-11-28T10:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:46:40.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BALITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holla. It's been another long time since my last entry. When was it? The first of November? And the month is already ending. Ugh. I miss blogging. Thank God Saturday is back to Saturday again. No more Saturday classes anymore. Yaaay ~ I will be changing my layout again maybe later. I'm going to try and blog every week now. Even if I have absolutely nothing to say. I just miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what has happened? Let's start with some card news. I got my report card and I was pretty disappointed. Ugh. There were some ups and some downs but MAPEH was the worst! I went down a lot of points. I'm going to make up this grading, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More news. Katy Perry concert rocked! I loved it. It was so awesooommee! I wish I could've been that guy she kissed, even if I am a straight gal. So jealous. I didn't get anything she threw. Saad. But I had a lot of fun. She was awesome. Arnel Pineda was mind blowing too. He was awesome as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have new crushes. Yaaaayyy ~ First one is named Devin Oliver. He's a member of this screamo band. And yes, I do not like their type of music but he's not the one singing the screamo parts anyway. And his voice is kind of nice? Here's two videos. He's just 17, by the way. And they're actually quite good except for the screamo parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/teJV2esrZQU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/teJV2esrZQU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fdvc-gTDRbM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fdvc-gTDRbM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't he soo good looking? Anyway, my second crush is more reachable than THAT. My second crush is from my school. And he's not that good looking either. But he's fun to be with and stuff like that. Yihee :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was a really bad day for me. Yesterday was the RSSPC and I don't think I did very well. It was because of the topic. The topic wasn't even NEWS. I read all the newspapers from Monday up to Friday, cover to cover. No, it wasn't news. They were playing with us, I swear. I know I do well in writing but people, when you give me a topic like that where I can't squeeze a single fact out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of news, there is one tragedy that has been hot news for about a week now. I have come to memorized the names of people involved no matter how hard it was to pronounce and write their names. I have been reading about this all week. The Maguindanao Massacre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, it was like the people lost their conscience, as if they lost a God. It was barbaric and unbelievable. The first time I was reading about the articles and what the men have done to their fellow men, my body shook. I got the chills. I couldn't believe that people can actually do that to other people. Especially innocent people. People who had nothing to do with their political war whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to our promised land? Gloc 9 is so right. Listen to his songs. It's actually the truth and it's social awareness. It's just so sad that so many people, 64 up to date, died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let's all pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;This ends it for today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-5205970036324780012?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5205970036324780012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=5205970036324780012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5205970036324780012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5205970036324780012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/11/balita.html' title='BALITA'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-2888839521585125453</id><published>2009-11-01T16:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:47:10.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way too Honest ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was so great when we were together, babys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So great when we were together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was so great, when our days were endless, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So great when we were together&lt;/em&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5 Days by Patrick Nuo. Currently addicted over this song and will be further explained later :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;So, Happy Novermber and Belated Happy Halloween! We celebrated Halloween yesterday. Yes, I dressed up and went trick or treating. No, I do not think I am too old for dressing up and trick or treating. Anyway, I dressed up as an angel. I was with my sister, who dressed up as a masquerade girl, and my cousin-tita, who was dressed up as Pochahontas. We went to Alabang, as usual. It was a fun Halloween, but not like when we were kids. The spirit of Halloween is dying :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I recently became so much addicted to Becoming Jane again. And not just Becoming Jane, but a lot of period films. I did a nonstop period drama marathon for two days. Then, it was off to fanvideos and the such. Period dramas are amazing. I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Psh. I just realized that I never mentioned we had cats. Yes, we do have cats. Two very beautiful cats. Well, they were four but the other two got kitty-napped, we believed. They had no collars. I am still sad when I think about it but they're gone for about a month now. Anyway, my love, my kitty is pregnant. She's just so small. But she is. Her due is somewhere in the end of November. Let's all pray that she'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I told you that I was currently addicted over Patrick Nuo's song 5 days. And the reason is that I found this video of Becoming Jane to the music of that song. And it was very well done. Here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a690810a040f678" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a690810a040f678%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330187597%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E67C2F2236D6C961DCDE385E6106D172AD57C86.466EA173F8FBE37FC51927E1502179B258FD3A38%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a690810a040f678%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2pjkIayEuONwdsWwdTQc4r_s7UM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a690810a040f678%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330187597%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E67C2F2236D6C961DCDE385E6106D172AD57C86.466EA173F8FBE37FC51927E1502179B258FD3A38%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a690810a040f678%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2pjkIayEuONwdsWwdTQc4r_s7UM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nice eh? You should now watch Becoming Jane :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of other Period Dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, That's all there is, there isn't anymore.&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="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&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/2452214732878876506-2888839521585125453?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2888839521585125453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=2888839521585125453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2888839521585125453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2888839521585125453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/11/way-too-honest.html' title='Way too Honest ;)'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-6778209204351639871</id><published>2009-10-11T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:47:29.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUST BLOG NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just a small town girl&lt;br /&gt;Livin' in a lonely world&lt;br /&gt;She took the midnight train going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Just a city boy&lt;br /&gt;Born and raised in South Detroit&lt;br /&gt;He took the midnight train going anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't Stop Believing by Journey, originally. Covered by Glee cast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, obvoious enough, I LOVE Glee. Seriously. I wanted to watch it since ETC showed the promos. But, unfortunately, I've been very very busy. That's why this blog is gathering dust. Anywaaay, I am an official self proclaimed Gleek. It's so awesome. At first, I just wanted to test the show, if I could like it like Supernatural. And I absolutely love it. I ended up watching 6 episodes in a day. Proud :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, why have I been busy? Well, our United Nations celebration is coming up. And we are to perform in front of almost the whole school. Yes, my section. We've been practicing from morning to evening. Even when Ondoy came along and cancelled classes for a week or so, we still practiced even if there weren't any classes. I am so excited for this to end. I hope we do amaazing, as we always do. For the past few weeks, I've been dead tired. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Luckily for us, no Saturday classes, but of course, no sembreak as well. So, let me tell you how much I hate Ondoy. God, I hate that storm. He made such a mess. A "mess" is an understatement. Luckily, we didn't get flooded but our surrounding villages did. I feel so sorry for those who lost a lot. But I've been thinking. It has been a long time since the Filipino spirit became this alive. I mean with the helping, rich or poor, etc. It made me realize that if we really go out there and help each other out and unite, we can do it, whatever IT is. How can we just open our eyes to that after a disaster has befallen upon us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I WANT a "&lt;em&gt;FROM WHERE I'M FROM EVERY ONE'S A HERO&lt;/em&gt;" T-shirt. Seriously. It's so expensive though. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My birthday just passed. Wooo! I just turned sixteen and I'm wishing for another rocking year fro my sweet sixteen. My birthday was on October 9 by the way. The people who greeted me made my day. I really love it when people greet me on my birthday. The gifts are a plus. But a greeting warms my heart, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have to go for now and I must warn you that I won't be back soon. I'm cramming, so many requirements. And by the way, it's Sunday but I have CAT classes tomorrow. Sucks. Well, good-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-6778209204351639871?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6778209204351639871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=6778209204351639871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6778209204351639871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6778209204351639871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/10/must-blog-now.html' title='MUST BLOG NOW'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-6564875487415413273</id><published>2009-09-14T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:30:48.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is It Official Trailer.  Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sl9MXNAR7fk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sl9MXNAR7fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's still got it all. If this went on, it would've been big. This would've been a big comeback.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's really all. I was just so excited,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-6564875487415413273?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6564875487415413273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=6564875487415413273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6564875487415413273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6564875487415413273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-it-official-trailer-michael.html' title='This is It Official Trailer.  Michael Jackson'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-1075161601896215006</id><published>2009-09-04T22:26:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:48:18.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shut up and put your money where your mouth is&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get for waking up in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get for waking up in Vegas&lt;/em&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, there's a good reason for picking that song. And I think most of you already know it. Waking up In Vegas by Katy Perry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, the reason is that Katy Perry is having a concert here in Manila. Not only that, she is bringing Boys Like Girls with her. And since I am a big fan of them both, I am going to the concert. And guess what? VIP baby! I'm taking my sister with me. It's my birthday gift from my mom. She's awesome, as I already said numerous times. So, if you don't know this yet, go and buy your tickets because the concert's on October 3. Only one more month to go. Of course I'm already uber excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I know it's another long time since my last blog, but I'm back. Yay? Whew. It has been busy. Even if we were excused for two whole weeks, it was still very tiring. All work and no play. So, the intramurals ended and we did great. In our school, we have cheer dancers for every year level because we're the ones who cheer for our batch mates during school based intramurals. I was a cheer dancer for the seniors. And of course, all costumes were improvised since we don't have real cheerleader outfits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though it has been a lot stressful, it has also been fun. And it ended two days ago. We were awesome. Unfortunately, we didn't win the cheer dance competition because the PTA thought the Juniors were better. Blah. Everyone and I mean EVERYONE in the school who watched the program thought that we should have won. We thought it was suppose to be a cheer dance not a tribute! ARGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, what's done is done. So just let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am using my new laptop right now. Yeah. The one I've been dying to have in the last entry. I've had it for more than two weeks now. Damn right I'm bragging. I feel so luck and blessed and loved. Thanks Mommy Amy. Even if graduation is still half a year away. I love my new laptop. Because it's mine. I share it, but I can personalise it now and I can store whatever I want because it's MINE. Cue in the evil laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What else is there to talk about? Well, I am pretty much preoccupied with school so I don't really have much to say or blog about. I just wanted you to know that I'm still alive and kicking. I just didn't want my blog to gather dust you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did I mention that everyone is on Facebook. I'm sure you are too. It just keeps on getting harder to resist it. Sigh. If my mom never told me that resistance to facebook was futile then I wouldn't have the need to prove her wrong and I would probably have a facebook right about now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;Sigh. Well, that's it.&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;It's a long weekend. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/2452214732878876506-1075161601896215006?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1075161601896215006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=1075161601896215006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1075161601896215006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1075161601896215006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-september.html' title='Hello September'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-4393921538070488884</id><published>2009-08-14T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:15:15.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeey and Heeeelllloooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I have not been taking care of my blog lately. And I am really sorry for that. No one's even commenting in my blogs anymore. I feel unloved :(. Ha.ha. Joking, joking. Well, ok. Whatever. Anyway, I'm sorry I've been away but life has been busy. REALLY BUSY. Anyway, I'm back though I don't really know what to talk about. I really just wanna update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't expect a number of updates for a while. I'm really busy. I know I said we're conquering senior year but it's hell of a lot harder than i expected. A whole lot harder. Anyway, the conquering has not really happened yet. We're all too busy catching up. And thesis writing's a btch. Seriously, and we're stuck with THAT teacher. Sigh. But, Intrams is coming up and our batch? Our batch always, ALWAYS does the greatest. The best part about INTRAMS is that we get excused. Did I meantion that starting Monday up to September 2, we have been excused from ALL classes because of the Intramurals and the Thesis Writing. Woo-hoo! Excited-excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as always, there's gonna be a catch. Always, hen we get excused for a long period of time, our teachers cram and so do we. That's a pain in the ass: the cramming part. I hate it. They suddenly give us floods of word to do. LOADS of work to do. But it's as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have one hell of a cold. My nose is just running wild. I know it's disgusting and I feel the same but it's the truth. God, I hate colds! I can't breath and I can't do my work properly when I have colds. Agh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that I have AT LEAST 5 unfinished stories. Yep. I start them and I don't finish it. How sad. of course, I intend to finish all of them but right now I'm just working with two. Massive editing of Two Week Lovers (which is done but I haven't typed it in yet) and another Massive Editing of Music and Misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going straight to editing once I have my new laptop. Yeah. I know. Surprise! My grandma (who doesn't want to be called grandma because she is indeed very young and still very pretty) from States bought me one as a graduation gift. Yeah, I know graduation is months away. But, the laptop! Gosh, I'm so excited for that laptop! I am so excited I feel like jumping up and down. I might get it by next week. HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to writing. A year ago or so, I posted some pictures of how imagined the characters for my story Two Week lovers, would look like. I changed my mind of two leading characters. But the rest would be fine. I'd be editing that post soon. When I am done massively editing that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I can only write with inspiration. And you know where I get my inspiration? ANIME! Seriously. It's because animes and mangas are so original. I don't watch a whole series to get inspired. I usually go find AMV's and that usually does the trick. It doesn't just inspire me, it also gives me new music. I get a variety of music from searching amv's too. So, it's a win win. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For example: This is a really nice amv. I got really inspired watching this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvbcWUjUb5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvbcWUjUb5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inspired me enough to write a poem for my classmate.  It's been weeks since two of my friends had asked me to write a poem for them to give to their partner as a monthsary thing.  I made it both when I watched this!  Yes! :D  And I got inspired enough to pick up a pen and a notebook to start massively editing ze story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And since I won't be able to update as much in the blog, check out my twitter for more updates.  It's there on the sidebar.  Follow me too if you ain't yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, this is it.  No song today. &lt;br /&gt;I'm quite tired.  I'm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-4393921538070488884?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4393921538070488884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=4393921538070488884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4393921538070488884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4393921538070488884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/08/heeeey-and-heeeelllloooo.html' title='Heeeey and Heeeelllloooo'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-7329158559652379385</id><published>2009-08-05T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:28:28.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, so I am known for knowing the latest music in school and anywhere else. And I haven't been giving anyone music updates because I'm a little busy. Well, here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;First up: Lovedrunk by Boys Like Girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've known thisfor quite a while. Just waited for the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=61295728,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=61295728,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Next up: Good Girls Go Bad by Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone knows I love this song since forever. And I've known this video as mentioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;in a recent blog. AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashObj" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/340480126" width="486" height="412" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=27977400001&amp;amp;playerId=340480126&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" seamlesstabbing="false" swliveconnect="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's We The Kings' Stay Young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OMhoBa_Tqo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/_OMhoBa_Tqo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Fall Out Boy released a preview for What A Catch Donnie.  But I can't get it right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and I definitely like Demi Lovato right now.  Her new album is awesome I swear.  Her album is called Here We Go Again.  Also, All Time Low's new album, Nothing Personal.  And of course, Cobra Starship's Hot Mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/2452214732878876506-7329158559652379385?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7329158559652379385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=7329158559652379385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7329158559652379385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7329158559652379385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-news.html' title='Music News'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-2432634951995378882</id><published>2009-08-05T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:08:43.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Saddens Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It hurts me that my recent blogs are about the death of people.&lt;br /&gt;And so is this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;August 1, 2009, Saturday, 3:18 AM, Former President Cory Aquino died.  And I was dumbfounded when I found out.  I heard about it through a text message given by Mama's friend at 6:00 in the morning.  I was on the way to UP, for the entrance exams.  Earlier that morning, we were just talking about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am much too young to have witnessed what she did in the 80's.  It must've been overwhelming.  I know that she brought back democracy in the Philippines.  And I know that she united the whole Philippines.  And I know that the whole country loves her.  Today is going to be her burial and I think that there will be a sea of people following her on the way to Manila Memorial Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, she was transported from La Salle Greenhills to Manila Cathedral.  And the number of people there was amazing.  No one cared about the awful heat.  Everyone went out to the streets wearing something, anything yellow while raising their hands up to a Letter L, meaning "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laban&lt;/span&gt;", and shouting "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cory&lt;/span&gt;".  And she did it once again.  Unite the whole country.  She made everyone feel that sense of nationalism.  When I mean everyone, I mean everyone.  Rich, poor, young and old.  It was just so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I couldn't stop counting yellow ribbons on vehicles.  All kinds of vehicles.  The whole Philippines is mourning for her.  And people decide to think of her first instead of thinking about themselves.  People told me, that's what happened in the revolution.  When everyone united for a cause.  When the citizens of the country prevented bloodshed by protecting the soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow.  She did an amazing job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is going to be her burial.  And I bet there's still going to be loads of people despite the rain.  And as if the weather was mourning with us, it hasn't stopped raining since Cory died.  It's raining hard today, the day of her funeral.  I know I didn't really felt the magic of what she did in the 80s, but I think it's close to what she has done now.  And I know it;s more which makes it very amazing.  And though I didn't know her, I cried for her.  And I prayed for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye Tita Cory.  I'm glad you now have eternal happiness up there.  The country misses you so much.  Thank you for what you have done. &lt;br /&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-style: italic;"&gt;Here's to a President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's to a hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's to a saint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's to the mother of everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2452214732878876506-2432634951995378882?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2432634951995378882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=2432634951995378882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2432634951995378882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2432634951995378882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-saddens-me.html' title='This Saddens Me'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-5307776498492766489</id><published>2009-08-05T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:33:48.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson's Speech in Oxford University at 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Obviously, this is Michael Jackson's speech.  And I know it is quite long and boring, but please take time to read it.  It's really worth it.  I promise.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, thank you dear friends, from the bottom of my heart, for such a loving and spirited welcome, and thank you, Mr. President, for your kind invitation to me which I am so honored to accept. I also want to express a special thanks to you Shmuley, who for 11 years served as Rabbi here at Oxford. You and I have been working so hard to form Heal the Kids, as well as writing our book about childlike qualities, and in all of our efforts you have been such a supportive and loving friend. And I would also like to thank Toba Friedman, our director of operations at Heal the Kids, who is returning tonight to the alma mater where she served as a Marshall scholar, as well as Marilyn Piels, another central member of our Heal the Kids team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled to be lecturing in a place that has previously been filled by such notable figures as Mother Theresa, Albert Einstein, Ronald Reagan, Robert Kennedy and Malcolm X. I’ve even heard that Kermit the Frog has made an appearance here, and I’ve always felt a kinship with Kermit’s message that it’s not easy being green. I’m sure he didn’t find it any easier being up here than I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked around Oxford today, I couldn’t help but be aware of the majesty and grandeur of this great institution, not to mention the brilliance of the great and gifted minds that have roamed these streets for centuries. The walls of Oxford have not only housed the greatest philosophical and scientific geniuses - they have also ushered forth some of the most cherished creators of children’s literature, from J.R.R. Tolkien to CS Lewis. Today I was allowed to hobble into the dining hall in Christ Church to see Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland immortalised in the stained glass windows. And even one of my own fellow Americans, the beloved Dr Seuss graced these halls and then went on to leave his mark on the imaginations of millions of children throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should start by listing my qualifications to speak before you this evening. Friends, I do not claim to have the academic expertise of other speakers who have addressed this hall, just as they could lay little claim at being adept at the moonwalk - and you know, Einstein in particular was really TERRIBLE at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a claim to having experienced more places and cultures than most people will ever see. Human knowledge consists not only of libraries of parchment and ink - it is also comprised of the volumes of knowledge that are written on the human heart, chiselled on the human soul, and engraved on the human psyche. And friends, I have encountered so much in this relatively short life of mine that I still cannot believe I am only 42. I often tell Shmuley that in soul years I’m sure that I’m at least 80 - and tonight I even walk like I’m 80! So please harken to my message, because what I have to tell you tonight can bring healing to humanity and healing to our planet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the grace of God, I have been fortunate to have achieved many of my artistic and professional aspirations realized early in my lifetime. But these, friends are accomplishments, and accomplishments alone are not synonymous with who I am. Indeed, the cheery five-year-old who belted out Rockin’ Robin and Ben to adoring crowds was not indicative of the boy behind the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I come before you less as an icon of pop (whatever that means anyway), and more as an icon of a generation, a generation that no longer knows what it means to be children. All of us are products of our childhood. But I am the product of a lack of a childhood, an absence of that precious and wondrous age when we frolic playfully without a care in the world, basking in the adoration of parents and relatives, where our biggest concern is studying for that big spelling test come Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who are familiar with the Jackson Five know that I began performing at the tender age of five and that ever since then, I haven’t stopped dancing or singing. But while performing and making music undoubtedly remain as some of my greatest joys, when I was young I wanted more than anything else to be a typical little boy. I wanted to build tree houses, have water balloon fights, and play hide and seek with my friends. But fate had it otherwise and all I could do was envy the laughter and playtime that seemed to be going on all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no respite from my professional life. But on Sundays I would go Pioneering, the term used for the missionary work that Jehovah’s Witnesses do. And it was then that I was able to see the magic of other people’s childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was already a celebrity, I would have to don a disguise of fat suit, wig, beard and glasses and we would spend the day in the suburbs of Southern California, going door-to-door or making the rounds of shopping malls, distributing our Watchtower magazine. I loved to set foot in all those regular suburban houses and catch sight of the shag rugs and La-Z-Boy armchairs with kids playing Monopoly and grandmas baby-sitting and all those wonderful, ordinary and starry scenes of everyday life. Many, I know, would argue that these things seem like no big deal. But to me they were mesmerising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I was unique in feeling that I was without a childhood. I believed that indeed there were only a handful with whom I could share those feelings. When I recently met with Shirley Temple Black, the great child star of the 1930s and 40s, we said nothing to each other at first, we simply cried together, for she could share a pain with me that only others like my close friends Elizabeth Taylor and McCauley Culkin know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not tell you this to gain your sympathy but to impress upon you my first important point: It is not just Hollywood child stars that have suffered from a non-existent childhood. Today, it’s a universal calamity, a global catastrophe. Childhood has become the great casualty of modern-day living. All around us we are producing scores of kids who have not had the joy, who have not been accorded the right, who have not been allowed the freedom, or knowing what it’s like to be a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today children are constantly encouraged to grow up faster, as if this period known as childhood is a burdensome stage, to be endured and ushered through, as swiftly as possible. And on that subject, I am certainly one of the world’s greatest experts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours is a generation that has witnessed the abrogation of the parent-child covenant. Psychologists are publishing libraries of books detailing the destructive effects of denying one’s children the unconditional love that is so necessary to the healthy development of their minds and character. And because of all the neglect, too many of our kids have, essentially, to raise themselves. They are growing more distant from their parents, grandparents and other family members, as all around us the indestructible bond that once glued together the generations, unravels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This violation has bred a new generation, Generation O let us call it, that has now picked up the torch from Generation X. The O stands for a generation that has everything on the outside - wealth, success, fancy clothing and fancy cars, but an aching emptiness on the inside. That cavity in our chests, that barrenness at our core, that void in our centre is the place where the heart once beat and which love once occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not just the kids who are suffering. It’s the parents as well. For the more we cultivate little-adults in kids’-bodies, the more removed we ourselves become from our own child-like qualities, and there is so much about being a child that is worth retaining in adult life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, ladies and gentlemen, is the human family’s most precious legacy, its richest bequest, its gold en inheritance. And it is a treasure that is handed down from one generation to another. Previous ages may not have had the wealth we enjoy. Their houses may have lacked electricity, and they squeezed their many kids into small homes without central heating. But those homes had no darkness, nor were they cold. They were lit bright with the glow of love and they were warmed snugly by the very heat of the human heart. Parents, undistracted by the lust for luxury and status, accorded their children primacy in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, our two countries broke from each other over what Thomas Jefferson referred to as “certain inalienable rights”. And while we Americans and British might dispute the justice of his claims, what has never been in dispute is that children have certain inalienable rights, and the gradual erosion of those rights has led to scores of children worldwide being denied the joys and security of childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would therefore like to propose tonight  that we install in every home a Children’s Universal Bill of Rights, the tenets of which are:&lt;br /&gt;1. The right to be loved without having to earn it&lt;br /&gt;2. The right to be protected, without having to deserve it&lt;br /&gt;3. The right to feel valuable, even if you came into the world with nothing&lt;br /&gt;4. The right to be listened to without having to be interesting&lt;br /&gt;5. The right to be read a bedtime story, without having to compete with the evening news&lt;br /&gt;6. The right to an education without having to dodge bullets at schools&lt;br /&gt;7. The right to be thought of as adorable - (even if you have a face that only a mother could love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, the foundation of all human knowledge, the beginning of human consciousness, must be that each and every one of us is an object of love. Before you know if you have red hair or brown, before you know if you are black or white, before you know of what religion you are a part, you have to know that you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About twelve years ago, when I was just about to start my Bad tour, a little boy came with his parents to visit me at home in California. He was dying of cancer and he told me how much he loved my music and me. His parents told me that he wasn’t going to live, that any day he could just go, and I said to him: “Look, I am going to be coming to your town in Kansas to open my tour in three months. I want you to come to the show. I am going to give you this jacket that I wore in one of my videos.” His eyes lit up and he said: “You are gonna GIVE it to me? I said “Yeah, but you have to promise that you will wear it to the show.” I was trying to make him hold on. I said: “When you come to the show I want to see you in this jacket and in this glove” and I gave him one of my rhinestone gloves - and I never usually give the rhinestone gloves away. And he was just in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe he was to o close to heaven, because when I came to his town, he had already died, and they had buried him in the glove and jacket. He was just 10 years old. God knows, I know, that he tried his best to hold on. But at least when he died, he knew that he was loved, not only by his parents, but even by me, a near stranger, I also loved him. And with all of that love he knew that he didn’t come into this world alone, and he certainly didn’t leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;can be dealt with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A professor may degrade you, but you will not feel degraded, a boss may crush you, but you will not be crushed, a corporate gladiator might vanquish you, but you will still triumph. How could any of them truly prevail in pulling you down? For you know that you are an object worthy of love. The rest is just packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you don’t have that memory of being loved, you are condemned to search the world for something to fill you up. But no matter how much money you make or how famous you become, you will still feel empty. What you are really searching for is unconditional love, unqualified acceptance. And that was the one thing that was denied to you at birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, let me paint a picture for you. Here is a typical day in America - six youths under the age of 20 will commit suicide, 12 children under the age of 20 will die from firearms - remember this is a DAY, not a year - 399 kids will be arrested for drug abuse, 1,352 babies will be born to teen mothers. This is happening in one of the richest, most developed countries in the history of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in my country there is an epidemic of violence that parallels no other industrialised nation. These are the ways young people in America express their hurt and their anger. But don’t think that the re is not the same pain and anguish among their counterparts in the United Kingdom. Studies in this country show that every single hour, three teenagers in the UK inflict harm upon themselves, often by cutting or burning their bodies or taking an overdose. This is how they have chosen to cope with the pain of neglect and emotional agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Britain, as many as 20% of families will only sit down and have dinner together once a year. And what about the time-honored tradition of reading your kid a bedtime story? Research from the 1980s showed that children who are read to, had far greater literacy and significantly outperformed their peers at school. And yet, less than 33% of British children ages two to eight have a regular bedtime story read to them. You may not think much of that until you take into account that 75% of their parents DID have that bedtime story when they were that age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, we do not have to ask ourselves where all of this pain, anger and violent behaviour comes from. It is self-evident that children are thundering against the neglect, quaking against the indifference and crying out just to be noticed. The various child protection agencies in the US say that millions of children are victims of maltreatment in the form of neglect, in the average year. Yes, neglect. In rich homes, privileged homes, wired to the hilt with every electronic gadget. Homes where parents come home, but they’re not really home, because their heads are still at the office. And their kids? Well, their kids just make do with whatever emotional crumbs they get. And you don’t get much from endless TV, computer games and videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hard, cold numbers which for me, wrench the soul and shake the spirit, should indicate to you why I have devoted so much of my time and resources into making our new Heal the Kids initiative a colossal success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal is simple - to recreate the parent/child bond, renew its promise and light the way forward for all the beautiful children who are destined one day to walk this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since this is my first public lecture, and you have so warmly welcomed me into your hearts, I feel that I want to tell you more. We each have our own story, and in that sense statistics can become personal. They say that parenting is like dancing. You take one step, your child takes another. I have discovered that getting parents to re-dedicate themselves to their children is only half the story. The other half is preparing the children to re-accept their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was very young I remember that we had this crazy mutt of a dog named “Black Girl,” a mix of wolf and retriever. Not only wasn’t she much of a guard dog, she was such a scared and nervous thing that it is a wonder she did not pass out every time a truck rumbled by, or a thunderstorm swept through Indiana. My sister Janet and I gave that dog so much love, but we never really won back the sense of trust that had been stolen from her by her previous owner. We knew he used to beat her. We didn’t know with what. But whatever it was, it was enough to suck the spirit right out of that dog. A lot of kids today are hurt puppies who have weaned themselves off the need for love. They couldn’t care less about their parents. Left to their own devices, they cherish their independence. They have moved on and have left their parents behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the far worse cases of children who harbour animosity and resentment toward their parents, so that any overture that their parents might undertake would be thrown forcefully back in their face. Tonight, I don’t want any of us to make this mistake. That’s why I’m calling upon all the world’s children - beginning with all of us here tonight - to forgive our parents, if we felt neglected. Forgive them and teach them how to love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably weren’t surprised to hear that I did not have an idyllic childhood. The strain and tension that exists in my relationship with my own father is well documented. My father is a tough man and he pushed my brothers and me hard, from the earliest age, to be the best performers we could be. He had great difficulty showing affection. He never really told me he loved me. And he never really complimented me either. If I did a great show, he would tell me it was a good show. And if I did an OK show, he told me it was a lousy show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed intent, above all else, on making us a commercial success. And at that he was more than adept. My father was a managerial genius and my brothers and I owe our professional success, in no small measure, to the forceful way that he pushed us. He trained me as a showman and under his guidance I couldn’t miss a step.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what I really wanted was a Dad. I wanted a father who showed me love. And my father never did that. He never said I love you while looking me straight in the eye, he never played a game with me. He never gave me a piggyback ride, he never threw a pillow at me, or a water balloon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I remember once when I was about four years old, there was a little carnival and he picked me up and put me on a pony. It was a tiny gesture, probably something he forgot five minutes later. But because of that moment I have this special place in my heart for him. Because that’s how kids are, the little things mean so much to them and for me, that one moment meant everything. I only experienced it that one time, but it made me feel really good, about him and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am a father myself, and one day I was thinking about my own children, Prince and Paris and how I wanted them to think of me when they grow up. To be sure, I would like them to remember how I always wanted them with me wherever I went, how I always tried to put them before everything else. But there are also challenges in their lives. Because my kids are stalked by paparazzi, they can’t always go to a park or a movie with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if they grow older and resent me, and how my choices impacted their youth? Why weren’t we given an average childhood like all the other kids, they might ask? And at that moment I pray that my children will give me the benefit of the doubt. That they will say to themselves: “Our daddy did the best he could, given the unique circumstances that he faced. He may not have been perfect, but he was a warm and decent man, who tried to give us all the love in the world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they will always focus on the positive things, on the sacrifices I willingly made for them, and not criticise the things they had to give up, or the errors I’ve made, and will certainly continue to make, in raising them. For we have all been someone’s child, and we know that despite the very best of plans and efforts, mistakes will always occur. That’s just being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think about this, of how I hope that my children will not judge me unkindly, and will forgive my shortcomings, I am forced to think of my own father and despite my earlier denials, I am forced to admit that he must have loved me. He did love me, and I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ther e were little things that showed it. When I was a kid I had a real sweet tooth - we all did. My favourite food was glazed doughnuts and my father knew that. So every few weeks I would come downstairs in the morning and there on the kitchen counter was a bag of glazed doughnuts - no note, no explanation - just the doughnuts. It was like Santa Claus. Sometimes I would think about staying up late at night, so I could see him leave them there, but just like with Santa Claus, I didn’t want to ruin the magic for fear that he would never do it again. My father had to leave them secretly at night, so20as no one might catch him with his guard down. He was scared of human emotion, he didn’t understand it or know how to deal with it. But he did know doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I allow the flood gates to open up, there are other memories that come rushing back, memories of other tiny gestures, however imperfect, that showed that he did what he could. So tonight, rather than focusing on what my father didn’t do, I want to focus on all the things he did do and on his own personal challenges. I want to stop judging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started reflecting on the fact that my father grew up in the South, in a very poor family. He came of age during the Depression and his own father, who struggled to feed his children, showed little affection towards his family and raised my father and his siblings with an iron fist. Who could have imagined what it was l ike to grow up a poor black man in the South, robbed of dignity, bereft of hope, struggling to become a man in a world that saw my father as subordinate. I was the first black artist to be played on MTV and I remember how big a deal it was even then. And that was in the 80s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father moved to Indiana and had a large family of his own, working long hours in the steel mills, work that kills the lungs and humbles the spirit, all to support his family. Is it any wonder that he found it difficult to expose his feelings? Is it any mystery that he hardened his heart, that he raised the emotional ramparts? And most of all, is it any wonder why he pushed his sons so hard to succeed as performers, so that they could be saved from what he knew to be a life of indignity and poverty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun to see that even my father’s harshness was a kind of love, an imperfect love, to be sure, but love nonetheless. He pushed me because he loved m e. Because he wanted no man ever to look down at his offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now with time, rather than bitterness, I feel blessing. In the place of anger, I have found absolution. And in the place of revenge I have found reconciliation. And my initial fury has slowly given way to forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a decade ago, I founded a charity called Heal the World. The title was something I felt inside me. Little did I know, as Shmuley later pointed out, that those two words form the cornerstone of Old Testame nt prophecy. Do I really believe that we can heal this world, that is riddled with war and genocide, even today? And do I really think that we can heal our children, the same children who can enter their schools with guns and hatred and shoot down their classmates, like they did at Columbine? Or children who can beat a defenseless toddler to death, like the tragic story of Jamie Bulger? Of course I do, or I wouldn’t be here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all begins with forgiveness, because to heal the world, we first have to heal ourselves. And to heal the kids, we first have to heal the child within, each and eve ry one of us. As an adult, and as a parent, I realise that I cannot be a whole human being, nor a parent capable of unconditional love, until I put to rest the ghosts of my own childhood. And that’s what I’m asking all of us to do tonight. Live up to the fifth of the Ten Commandments. Honour your parents by not judging them. Give them the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I want to forgive my father and to stop judging him. I want to forgive my father, because I want a father, and this is the only one that I’ve got. I want the weight of my past lifted from my shoulders and I want to be free to step into a new relationship with my father, for the rest of my life, unhindered by the goblins of the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you tonight who feel let down by your parents, I ask you to let down your disappointment. To all of you tonight who feel cheated by your fathers or mothers, I ask you not to cheat yourself further. And to all of you who wish to push your parents away, I ask you to extend you hand to them instead. I am asking you, I am asking myself, to give our parents the gift of unconditional love, so that they too may learn how to love from us, their children. So that love will finally be restored to a desolate and lonely world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shmuley once mentioned to me an ancient Biblical prophecy which says that a new world and a new time would come, when the hearts of the parents would be restored through the hearts of their children”. My friends, we are that world, we are those children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi said: “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” Tonight, be strong. Beyond being strong, rise to the greatest challenge of all - to restore that broken covenant. We must all overcome whatever crippling effects our childhoods may have had on our lives and in the words of Jesse Jackson, forgive each other, redeem each other and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This call for forgiveness may not result in Oprah moments the world over, with thousands of children making up with their parents, but it will at least be a start, and we’ll all be so much happier as a result. And so ladies and gentlemen, I conclude my remarks tonight with faith, joy and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this day forward, may a new song be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let that new song be the sound of children laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Let that new song be the sound of children playing.&lt;br /&gt;Let that new song be the sound of children singing.&lt;br /&gt;And let that new song be the sound of parents listening.&lt;br /&gt;Together, let us create a symphony of hearts, marvelling at the miracle of our children and basking in the beauty of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us heal the world and blight its pain.&lt;br /&gt;And may we all make beautiful music together.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph Jackson - August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-5307776498492766489?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5307776498492766489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=5307776498492766489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5307776498492766489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5307776498492766489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/08/michael-jacksons-speech-in-oxford.html' title='Michael Jackson&apos;s Speech in Oxford University at 2001'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-5283022445433553616</id><published>2009-07-17T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:57:57.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Random, As It Should Be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Who Am I, To Be Blind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Pretending Not To See their Needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; A Summer's Disregard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; A Broken Bottle Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; And A One Man's Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to write in particular for today.  I don't have anything clever to share or anything like that.  I just wanna be random as always.  Anyway, I'm finding my life getting more boring by the moment.  Or busier by the moment.  It's always the same routine everyday.  There's so much stuff going on at school and when I mean so much I mean LOADS.  They're not thinking about our heavy schedule (which is from 8 to 5).  We don't have time for ourselves anymore.  When I get home, I just wanna sleep.  A lot of my classmates feel the same.  Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, has anyone seen the new All Time Low video?  You know, Weightless?  This is actually very late news but if you've noticed, I haven't really blogged for a long time.  I love the video.  And one more video is the Good Girls Go Bad video.  That video was AWESOME.  Totally worth the wait.  Cobra's the best.  I can't wait for their album.  Oh, and All Time Low's latest album, "Nothing Personal", is number 4 on the Billboards.  I am so proud :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining right now.  Everyone here knows I absolutely love the rain.  Though it makes everyone gloomy, I love it.  And besides, the cool weather it brings doesn't hurt either.  I need a break from the heat of the sun.  It makes me melt.  Almost literally, mind you.  I want more rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince nao!  Sadly, I can't.  It's raining and it's probably flooded everywhere.  Meaning: Traffic.  I am excited to watch though.  It's been delayed for a year!  I've been so excited.  What they did was so unfair.  But never mind.  Because the long wait is finally oovvveeer!  I cannot wait to watch it.  I NEED to watch it.  Yes, I mean NEED.  Speaking of movies, I'd also like to watch 500 days of Summer.  It seems really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I watched Transformers Revenge of the Fallen a little while back.  It was awesome.  I mean really exciting.  Yeah, it was still missing some plot or story.  But man, it was soo exciting.  It was really amazing.  No dull moment at all.  It matched up to the 1st movie.  At least, that's what I think.  And I think most people would agree.  Except for those real critics out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Am I making any sense right now?  Eh, I don't think I'm suppose to anyway ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just making the most of a no classes day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you can see above, the song is still Michael Jackson.  No, I'm still not over all of it.  I need to move on soon.  It's been taking over me for almost a month now.  I need help.  Anyway, I have done a lot of research on Micheal Jackson recently.  And boy, his awards/achievements/recognitions!  To say impressive is an understatement.  It's not human at all.  In my last blog I said at least two Guinness World Record Awards?  Well, I missed by a long shot.  He got 13.  Yes.  THIRTEEN.  Anyway, that's not all.  Here's something if you wanna know more of his achievements (be amazed, be awed!), it'll take all day to type in. So just click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_awards_received_by_Michael_Jackson"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Records_and_achievements_of_Michael_Jackson"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Yeah.  AWESOME, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, I can't really say everything I know about MJ.  But that's something right?  Oh and my brother and I memorized the choreography in the chorus of Beat It.  We'll be memorizing Smooth Criminal and Bad next.  Good luck to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said.  I am super busy right now.  I have a lot of things to do.  And I'm getting stressed.  Entrance exams are coming up too.  Argh.  I need a break.  That's why I love today.  No classes.  Just simply relaxation.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really think this is enough guys.  I can't think of anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the rain ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And that's all there is, there isn't anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2452214732878876506-5283022445433553616?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5283022445433553616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=5283022445433553616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5283022445433553616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5283022445433553616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-random-as-it-should-be.html' title='Just Random, As It Should Be.'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-5744829998106696926</id><published>2009-07-03T22:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:50:44.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To A King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People always told me be careful of what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And don't go around breaking young girls hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And mother always told me be careful of who you love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And be careful of what you do cause the lie becomes the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obviously, I am going to write about The King of Pop, Michael Jackson. You are not from here if you don't know this epic song: Billy Jean by Michael Jackson. This is my favorite part of my favorite MJ song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know a lot of people have offered an entry or a post to MJ, just like what I'm doing right now. Especially when it's been a week since his death. I know you've read this everywhere, but I just need to let it out before I go into another Michal Jackson marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely a fan of Michael Jackson. I mean, who isn't? I wouldn't say I'm a really BIG or an avid fan though. By the way, I'm not one of those people who just became fans after all the frenzy because of his death. I've liked him since I was in second grade because that's when I saw him on TV for the very first time. Good music is good music. Age and generation doesn't matter. At least, that's what I believe. Anyway, I first heard the news of his death on the way to school in a jeepney. I was so shocked that I couldn't believe it. I was almost sure that the radio station was pulling a prank or something, only to later find out that it was true. A legend that I actually got to see breathing, dancing, singing, walking and talking, is gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many of my classmates don't know Michael Jackson for the success. Instead, they knew him because of all the controversies and the eccentricities. And I think that that's just sad that possibly the most extraordinary performer ever is being remembered for all the wrong things. He holds the title of having the Best Selling Album of all Time. He won The Grammys 13 times, he got into the Guinness World Book of Records (twice, I think?), he revolutionized MTV, he went through the age, race and language barrier successfully, and even in death, he's still making firsts. What more success can you ask for in an artist? And this is just from what I remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You cannot deny. There is no other Michael Jackson. There was no one like him before and there'll probably be no one like him in the future. He's an icon and a legend now, up there with Elvis Presley and Johnny Cash. He's an amazing singer and even more amazing as a dancer. In short, he's an extraordinary performer. I watched a series of his videos taken at his 30th anniversary concert last 2001 and it was probably one of his last concerts. At about, maybe 43, he still has the moves and the voice. And at 2001, he was not at his peak anymore, the whole stadium was packed and people were so overwhelmed that they cry, just like in his earlier days. Who does that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At his death, he took over the Internet. And when I mean take over, I mean he DOMINATED it. Twitter and Google crashed. As well as Tmz, Wikipedia, and the Los Angeles Times website. On the day he died, more than half of the top 100 searches in the Internet, were Michael Jackson related. He made Internet history. Again, who the hell does that? Only him, people. The one and only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before he died, he was suppose to do a 50 date concert. And he was working on two albums. And he made a music video which is in post production right now. Wow. If his music video becomes a hit, then he might be the first artist/performer person who made a hit after death. I am excited for it by the way. His music video and the release of his final rehearsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's a history maker. He has etched his name on several parts of history already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was sad when I heard he died. I was in denial too. I couldn't accept it. It's been a week and I'm hungover. I went through several Michael Jackson marathons already. On the TV, on the radio, on my iPod and on the internet. In short, everywhere. His music crawls into people's minds. And I mean that in a good way, believe me or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That ends this post. But, To Michael, you're loved and you are missed. There'll be no one else in the world to be compared to you. I honesty think that. I hope you're in peace wherever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/strong&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/2452214732878876506-5744829998106696926?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5744829998106696926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=5744829998106696926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5744829998106696926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5744829998106696926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-king.html' title='To A King'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-7875215179948879159</id><published>2009-06-12T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:26:07.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear summer, I won't forget you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You wouldn't really call her typical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Had her own definition of cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;She lived in her own world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharada by Skye Sweetnam.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear this song was made for me.  Because you all just know, I'm far from normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything else, let me share to all of you my inspiration in life.  Not really but really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabi nila... &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's not the students fault if they fail in their subjects."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit naman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because the year only has&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;365 days&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when you take these things into consideration:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;- SUNDAYS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;rest day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;52 Sundays in a year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAYS LEFT: 313&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;- SUMMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;50 days,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;mahirap mag-aral pag mainit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAYS LEFT: 263&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- SLEEP:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we need 8hours everyday=130 days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAYS LEFT: 141&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- RELAXATION:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1 hour per day is needed for good health=15 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAYS LEFT: 126&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;- FOOD:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 meals/snack time,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;2 hours estimate=30 days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAYS LEFT: 96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;- CHITCHAT:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Man is a social animal." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Let's say 1 hour per day=15days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;DAYS LEFT: 81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- EXAMS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;per year, about 35 exam days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAYS LEFT: 46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;- FIESTA/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;HOLIDAY&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;DAY FOR RALLYING&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;37 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAYS LEFT: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;- ILLNESS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nagkakasakit din naman minsan, so let's say 4 days a year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAYS LEFT: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- ORGS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course may org acts pa, 4 days for that so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1 DAY LEFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And that one day left is for your&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How can you study at that day when it is your special day, right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAYS LEFT: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So saan mo ngayon isisingit ang pag-aaral?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Calculated by brilliant students.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At school, I STARTED this.  And I started a lot of other things too.  I just got this from some schoolmate I had in elementary and I printed it and taped it to my clear book.  It became everyone's talk last Thursday.  I'm smug right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, this post will be the usual news with my life.  Since, there was nothing THAT significant that happened recently.  Except that school started.  Yeah, let's start with that.  School started a week or two ago.  Well, it was great to see my school friends again.  And A-J is still as crazy as ever.  Especially my two seatmates, who by the way, have been my seatmates since second year.  So yeah.  We're pretty tight.  It's been slightly boring the first week though.  We only had a few teachers coming in, so we usually just slept to pass the time.  And we just got our schedule recently.  Hmm, and the last 3 or 2 days have been crazy coz we all got the hang of it already! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At English class, we were immediately given writing assignments.  And those were usually no big deal to me.  I could write a good composition without thinking about it too much.  And boy, did my brain sleep too much in the summer.  I couldn't write.  It took me about two hours to get my brain function.  I need to get it together.  Soon, we'll be asked to go to our school paper adviser.  I know it.  It's gonna be SOON.  If anyone should know, yes, I am part of the English school paper, I am not too well off in Tagalog.  But the GREAT news is that the two seatmates I was talking about?  Well, they're part of the Filipino school paper, so when they'll be a contest or something, we're gonna be all together!  Ha.ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, well technically later, I'll be at the review center once again.  We have a career orientation thing.  So, everyone come (although I know that 12 in the morning is not a good time to say it...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the A(H1N1) is scaring the crap out of me!  the last time I heard (yesterday), the total count of confirmed cases were 92.  I don't know about today.  I mean, I really think they should cancel High School and Elementary classes now.  They cancelled college! I mean, it's not like HS and Elem. students are immune to it!  It's scaring the crap out of me.  And out of my mom too.  More of hers.  She's being all OC and paranoid.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Internet was being a btch this week and the last.  The first time the internet was out of about 4 to 5 days, I experienced the partial end of my life.  Yes, only partial.  I think it's ok now.  But seriously, it went on and off for two weeks.  I hated it.  I mean, no internet?  C'mon, you've got to be kidding me, right?  It's Internet for Pete's sake!  Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha.ha.  So before proceeding, go watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9BA66EnUTA&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/V9BA66EnUTA&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This commercial was shot at our place.  Yep, our place.  Not the whole thing though.  Someone came and ruined it so they had to shoot some of it elsewhere.  I couldn't tell everyone before because there was this "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confidentiality"&lt;/span&gt; thing.  But now, here.  I am advertising it.  I wasn't actually here during the shoot.  I had my review classes then.  When I woke up (which was about 11 in the afternoon), they were ALL already here.  Yeah.  They arrived at about % to 6.  I'm not so sure.  I was still in my dreams at those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just sharing (ahem, ahem) this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else am I to say?  Oh, I missed Angels and Demons.  I didn't get to watch it.  Darn.  My mom was too afraid of the H1N1 then.  Damn.  One thing I can't afford to miss really is Transformers!  It's on June 24 right?  I surely hope they clear everything up by then.  I just CAN'T miss that.  I have to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I didn't get to blog about ending the summer.  I didn't quite feel the summer this year.  But, it still left me great memories just like every single summer has.  First of all, here's to Jamil and Melissa (J&amp;amp;M) who made every summer unforgettable.  I love you two to death, and this is not an exaggeration.  To my brother Carlo and to Nando, Rafu and Renzo for still causing a lot of debauchery in this house though I was not able to witness it.  To those in the study center who I will not describe anymore since I already offered you guys a whole blog entry!  To sleepless nights and to late mornings.  To swimming and to the heat.  To laughter and to friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good-bye Summer of '09.  I'll remember you, always.&lt;br /&gt;Just like every summer of before.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till me meet again summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And that's all there is, there isn't anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2452214732878876506-7875215179948879159?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7875215179948879159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=7875215179948879159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7875215179948879159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7875215179948879159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/06/once-upon-time-there-was-girl-you.html' title='Dear summer, I won&apos;t forget you'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-4592467357439127265</id><published>2009-05-30T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:54:34.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpectedly Attached</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I couldn't ask for a better place to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;This can't last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Raise a glass together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Doesn't get much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; No better than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Warriors by A Change of Pace.  Yes, I have posted this song before.  But this just fits my entry today, so zip it ok?  Joking, joking, 'f course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is about the review, the review center, nothing less, and maybe a little more. ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as everyone (everyone who reads my stuff anyway) knows, I attended review classes, and it pretty much took up one whole month of my summer.  At first, I was so bummed out because of the schedule.  The schedule's from one to five in the afternoon.  Every time that I thought about it, it pissed me off.  I mean, you would, right?  A whole month of summer vacation: all gone.  I couldn't wait till it was over.  And two more weeks into it, I suddenly didn't want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can best fit into the experience except fun and crazy.  But by just saying that, I don't think I can convince anyone at all that it was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;".  Seriously, though, even if I try to explain it, you wouldn't understand the feeling at all.  It was just a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you had to be there&lt;/span&gt;" experience.  But even so, I will try my best to narrate our craziness.  All the laughs and all the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the people there are totally crazy.  Totally out of their minds.  And believe it or not, I mean that in a good way.  Being normal is so overrated; you all know that, right?  Being abnormal is what you have to have as much fun as we did.  In the fun, there were dancing and singing involved.  And talking and throwing inside jokes.  There were those card games every chance we get; before class, during break and after class.  There were aliases which we call each other as if it was our real names.  And the sudden bursts of laughter that usually starts in my table or in the table in front of me.  Oh, and there were drugs.  HA!  Joking, of course.  Get over it.  Seriously, I was joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those were just some of the activities we did.  And I didn't tell you about those laughs that made our stomach ache so much.  Those laughs that moved us to tears.  You know, those laughs that you can't get rid off?  Those laughs that are contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was our last day. We were the only batch who had a closing party.  And it was fun.  There was dancing.  There are pictures.  There was food.  There were cards.  There was music.  There was a bolo.  There were exchanges of numbers.  There were talks of a conference yet again (which did happen).  There was a message board.  But most of all, there was an apple.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The review wasn't just for learning, although it is it's main purpose.  Which they did very well, in all honesty.  But it was our place to be.  Do you know what I mean?  It was like: I couldn't as for a better place to be.  It's a bit melodramatic, but you know.  Everyone feels that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was the feeling of a memory.  It was friendship.  It was craziness.  It was abnormality at its finest.  It was learning.  It was everything I never expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you take in everything I said?&lt;br /&gt;Good, then you should multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I'm talking about. (points for people who got the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To Everyone in the review, I'll miss you.  I really will.  Thanks for making this another unforgettable summer.  I hope to see you all soon.  All of you better go to that career orientation thing!  I am serious.  No one absents!  Oh, did that ruin the mood?  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss having to wake up at 11 in the afternoon.  I'll miss procrastinating everyday.  I'll miss walking in the scourging heat at 12 noon.  I'll miss the freezing temperature inside the review center.  I'll miss the over the top difficult exams.  I'll miss the breaks in which we did not eat, instead, we played cards.  I'll miss all the laughs.  I'll miss the craziness.  I'll even miss all the mocking jokes thrown at each other.  Most of all, I'll miss all the close friends I've made there.  God, I'll miss you guys&lt;br /&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-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cara&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesser&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenrick&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Arveen&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carl&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Clarisse&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobby&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alecs&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ate Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is most specially for you.  And to our sirs too. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Anyway, thanks for making me feel: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unexpectedly Attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And that's all there is, there isn't anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&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-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: Pictures Later. Just to give you little more than a taste of it all.  I may post some videos too.  MAY.  Not yet so sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-4592467357439127265?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4592467357439127265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=4592467357439127265' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4592467357439127265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4592467357439127265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/05/unexpectedly-attached.html' title='Unexpectedly Attached'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-6935340664599168342</id><published>2009-05-26T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:46:21.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Me, The Perfect Team :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuz we're one in the same&lt;br /&gt;We're anything but ordinary&lt;br /&gt;One in the same&lt;br /&gt;I think we're almost legendary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One in The Same by Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez.  Yes, very unexpected from a girl who's very much obsessed with this band and that band.  But you know, good music is good music.  People, us people, shouldn't box artists into categories.  Again, good music is good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last entry, it mainly composed of the tax on books, blah and blah, right?  Well good news!  They have lifted the tax!  I'm glad they cleared up their heads.  It took the UNESCO to tell them before they actually did it.  Embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Other News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa's birthday just passed by.  And god, Mel!  You're already 17!  I had fun at your house.  JBM=World Domination, don't forget.  This is probably the summer that I didn't get to spend much time with you guys.  And it's sad.  But I still love you all the same.  And I know that 10 years from now, you two are still gonna be my bestest friends.  Speaking to J&amp;amp;M here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I’ll miss the review :| and I can’t believe I said it. But I really will. Or, I’ll miss the people anyway. you know who you guys are :).  I know I've been dreading it ever since I heard the schedule because until now, let's admit it, the schedule is really horrible.  But, the people are awesome.  Really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of one of two of our teachers (reviewers, whatever).  And he's the one we spent most days with.  Because he's our teacher in Science and Math.  And we only meet our teacher in English and Filipino for three days.  Our Review Classes last for three weeks.  So, yeah.  I'll miss that professor.  He has lots of stories.  Ha.ha.  Yeah.  OK.  Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week is our last week.  How sad, really.  I mean, we just got close last week, and suddenly, boom!  It's our final week.  And I'm really feeling that I haven't got enough of the people there.  I mean, they're really fun to be with and they're really crazy too.  And everyone knows I am really really over the top crazy too.  Yeah, I'll miss you guys.  And I'll miss you sir and perhaps sirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If anyone from the review is reading this then I'll miss yooouuu.  Whoever you are. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK.  So enough of that.  I have less important things to say.     Like for example.  My brother found this really funny video in youtube.  It's Achmed, The Dead Terrorist.  Yeah, it's really funny.  And I am happily sharing it with you guys, right here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you laugh?  I'm sure you did.  If you did not, then there's something wrong with you.  Or you didn't watch it at all.  If so, watch it now.  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to watch the whole Gossip Girl.  Season 1 and 2.  I didn't get to catch every single episode so I borrowed the DVD.  And I am going to watch it all.  Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and I found this lately, just now, in fact.  In Pinoytumblr.  Ha.ha. Very creative and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.A.N.I.L.A.&lt;/span&gt; = My Affection Normally Inspires Lasting Alliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.A.S.I.G&lt;/span&gt;. = Please Always Say I’m Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.A.S.A.Y&lt;/span&gt;. = Pretty And Sexy Are You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.O.N.D.O.&lt;/span&gt; = Tonight’s Our Night, Dearest One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.A.L.A.B.O.N&lt;/span&gt; = May A Lasting Affair Be Ours Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I.M.U.S&lt;/span&gt;. = I Miss U, Sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.A.L.I.W.A.G&lt;/span&gt; = Beauty And Love I Will Always Give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.E.B.U. &lt;/span&gt;= Change Everything But Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ehm.  What else?  Surprisingly, I ran out of thoughts to share.  And that rarely happens my friends.  So, let me be for this one time.  Ok?  OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And That's all there is, there isn't anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2452214732878876506-6935340664599168342?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6935340664599168342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=6935340664599168342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6935340664599168342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6935340664599168342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-and-me-perfect-team.html' title='You and Me, The Perfect Team :)'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-4356568201949833304</id><published>2009-05-20T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:14:35.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Busy, But Now I'm BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Don't call your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; 'Cause now we're partners in crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Don't be a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Remember what you told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up In Vegas by Katy Perry.  LSS Material, I just memorized it.  Katy Perry&gt; Lady GaGa.  For me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, so after more or less ten days, I am back, with a lot to tell.  So get your eyes ready.  Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;most of it&lt;/span&gt; is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to start with the whole point of blogging today.  I AM MAD/OUTRAGED/GOING CRAZY.  And why, you ask?  Well, the government intends to put more tax on more things.  And guess what particular love of mine they chose to put tax on next.  BOOKS.  Yes, that's right.  As most of you, if not all, may know, I am an extreme book lover.  And what will happen to me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tax means that the price of the books will go higher (as if it's not already high!) and the release date will be later ( as if it isn't late enough!).  The government started to get the idea with the success of Harry Potter and Twilight.  Well, it's another way to make money, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a book, a BOOK, is a dying trade with all the technology around us.  It's rare to find a book lover nowadays especially at my age.  Making the prices of the books higher will discourage the people even more to buy a book.  I mean, if I wasn't a book lover and be rational about it: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why would i buy a book when one book costs about 4 days to one week of my allowance?  &lt;/span&gt;And aren't they concerned that the Philippine educational system is falling?  With higher prices for books (which is THE ultimate source of knowledge), the educational system will surely go down the drains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so let say it isn't for the money.  Let's leave my love of books out too.  So, more or less fifty years ago, the Philippines signed a Treaty called Florence Agreement 1952.  It states there (may not be word for word but..) that no form of publication that will help us in communicating with each other shall be taxed.  And the Department of Finance suddenly decides to go against it.  Oh, god.  The Philippines will just be humiliated this way.  The nerve of those people to go against an international law.  INTERNATIONAL LAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The government is being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;If the first couple of paragraphs made sense, good for you.  If not, here are some links to different articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessicarulestheuniverse.com/2009/05/05/a-taxing-matter/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jessica Zafra&lt;/a&gt; |  &lt;a href="http://businessmirror.com.ph/home/top-news/10492-just-sue-us-dof-tells-critics-of-book-duty.html"&gt;Business Mirror&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.quezon.ph/tag/florence-agreement/"&gt;More About the Florence Agreement&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://opinion.inquirer.net/inquireropinion/columns/view/20090504-202929/The-great-book-blockade-of-2009"&gt;From Inquirer&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.sunstar.com.ph/manila/tax-imported-books-hit"&gt;From SunStar &lt;/a&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a petition against it: &lt;a href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/no-to-the-philippine-book-blockade"&gt;PETITION&lt;/a&gt;.  Sign now.  Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In other news &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and more on what's been happening with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason why I haven't been hanging out the Internet world lately is that I've been busy.  Actually, I HAVE been hanging around the Internet world.  Just not enough time to update my blog.  Because you know, it take me more than an hour to finish one post.  Yep.  Blogging is tiring.  OK.  Anyway, I've been busy because of the review classes.  It wasn't as horrible as I expected.  I have friends now.  Well, one close friend.  And two to four acquaintances.  But the tests, oh, the tests are oh so hard.  I am not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and it's such a small world.  I have a review mate who's my best friend's classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have found my lost obsession with Narnia.  Ha.ha.  It's because I stumble upon a video while browsing through youtube.  It was Prince Caspian/Susan.  You know.  I'm a sucker for star-crossed lovers.  Which is bad...or good.  Whichever you like.  Well, Caspian and Susan is my OTP for this franchise.  Sadly enough, all my OTPs don't end up together.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some videos I liked.  Both Caspian/Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PBjDtAXRCTQ&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PBjDtAXRCTQ&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0aqVgDayv_E&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/0aqVgDayv_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And recently, I watched Supernatural.  Currently my favorite TV show.  I just got to watch up to Episode 12 though.  I am going to watch the whole thing soon because Season 4 just ended over there.  Yes.  Waaay Over there.  Anyway, speaking of Supernatural, I remembered my obsession with Dean/Jo.  They're my OTP for this series.  And yes, they didn't end up together.  Well, not yet, anyway.  I hope Jo comes back for Season 5.  And Dean's mom sooo looks like her so they're really meant to be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I doubt any of you understood what the hell I was talking about in the above paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywhoo, I wish DepEd delays the start of school.  Ours will be on June 1 or what DepEd announces.  Yeah.  Wish me luck, people.  This ands this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's all there is, there isn't anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-4356568201949833304?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4356568201949833304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=4356568201949833304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4356568201949833304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4356568201949833304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-busy-but-now-im-back.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Busy, But Now I&apos;m BACK'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-8834585315212596177</id><published>2009-05-09T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:08:04.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Hot Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I know your type, boy you're dangerous, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah you're that guy I'd be stupid to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But just one night couldn't be so wrong &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna lose control!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Cobra Starship's newest single featuring Leighton Meester, Good Girls Go Bad.  And I've been obsessing about it for the past 24 hours.  You can hear it right now, as it is my background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I blogged yesterday about it, and it was a pretty messed up blog.  I was just really excited about it, ok?  I read in Vicky T's twitter that it was going to premier at Kiis FM ( a US radio station) and I tried to listen to it via Internet through their site.  But I couldn't get in because I'm not from the US, and because of "license issues".  I was so bummed.  And I thought: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is one of the many reasons I SHOULD live there.&lt;/span&gt;".  Ha.ha.  Yeah.  But, moments later, the song was posted in Ryan Seacrest's site or something like that.  So I listened to it there, even though there was the annoying thing saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Air With Ryan Seacrest&lt;/span&gt;" between the song!  Anyway, later, someone ripped it off from Cobra's Myspace, so I was able to download it by that person who ripped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, are you listening to the song right now?  Well, probably, yes, because it's in the background.  Except if you paused it, and if that's the case, play it now!  Because you're not going to regret listening it, I swear.  It's amazing.  And if I can think of more adjectives better than amazing to describe the song, I'll put it in here.  Leighton Meester was awesome too.  Her voice fitted the song very well.  I was really addicted to it, I wrote down the lyrics from what I heard, and now, I have fully memorized it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Starship's new album will be entitled "Hot Mess." and will be released on August 11.  I am already excited, though I know it's gonna be available here on a MUCH later date.  Sigh.  Another reason why I should really be waaay over there.  Don't get me wrong though, I like it here.  Somehow.  Yeah, Cobra has got me hooked.  And that's just one song, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and I'd like one of these, please? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.altpress.com/images/contests/contest_FOB-USB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 354px;" src="http://www.altpress.com/images/contests/contest_FOB-USB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know how to get hold one, though.  Oh, and if anyone's wondering, it's a USB.  Also available in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, my review classes started yesterday.  It was just the diagnostic test.  As usual, Math dried my brains up.  Reading Comprehension and Language were easy.  Science was hard too.  But, why does Math always have to be the first test to take?  It makes your head ache early on!  Gaah.  The time is horrible as I said.  It's gonna take up everything.  I made a friend on the first day though.  Yay!  OK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just watched Fast and Furious 4 a while ago.  Man, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And recently, all my files in my iPod were erased.  Yep, everything.  The songs, the videos and the pictures.  Good-bye everything.  My heart dropped to my stomach, seriously.  And I cried.  I'm serious here.  I had to redownload everything.  And it took hours!  And I'm still missing a hundred songs.  And listen to this irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, I was organizing my iPod.  I was putting everything that was missing like the album and stuff like that.  And I was renaming all the artists because sometimes some letter are small and some are big, well you get the pooint.  I was arranging everything.  And I was starting to put the artwork, but it was already soo late so, I decided to continue the next day.  And what did you know, the next day, all my files were accidentally deleted.  Man.  What a pain in the ass.  I'm not joking that I really cried because I got really upset.  I mean, I really mean it when I say, my iPod is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is really telling me to start a new beginning.  Remember in an entry I posted recently?  I lost all my files in the computer?  And then this?  Oh, and yeah.  My hair!  It's shorter than what I wanted it to be.  So...is this a sign?  Or is this just me beginning to be delusional?  Anyway, this ends this post.  And by the way, this is just to make up for yesterday's messed up post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What?  I was excited to spread the word?  And you know, I advertised it EVERYWHERE.  And when I mean, everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And that's all there is, there isn't anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-8834585315212596177?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8834585315212596177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=8834585315212596177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/8834585315212596177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/8834585315212596177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-hot-mess.html' title='Like a Hot Mess'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-1881834947160899169</id><published>2009-05-08T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:41:16.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Girls Go Bad</title><content type='html'>And I don't even have the time to put in the lyrics coz I don't know it yet.  But Cobra Starship's new song premiered just a while ago!  AHMIGOSH.  I know.  Listen to it &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/pxwcvs"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;  Click it!  I am sure you won't regret it.  It is an amazing song.  And it's not just Cobra Starship by the way.  Leighton Meester too.  So, yeah!  Go Click!  What are you waiting for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked this song!  Because it's frickin amaazing right?  I am going to post a more organized blog tomorrow.  I am just too excited right now for that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-1881834947160899169?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1881834947160899169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=1881834947160899169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1881834947160899169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/1881834947160899169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-girls-go-bad.html' title='Good Girls Go Bad'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-7233769130328555834</id><published>2009-05-04T20:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:45:25.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Doomed and Semi Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="banner2" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;Oh, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I do not hook up, up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go slow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want me , I don't come cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Keep your hand In my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And your heart On your sleeve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's I Do Not Hook Up by Kelly Clarkson. I'm giving you all a heads up before it takes over all music channels and radio stations. And a little info about it? Katy Perry co-wrote the song and it was suppose to be in her album but it did not fit in. So it ended up in Kelly's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so much for that. Well, I've been spending my days in front of the computer screen. Seriously, I need to get a life. Ha.ha. I half meant that, by the way. I mean, I've seriously lived another timezone. I now sleep from 5 in the morning to 11 in the afternoon. And sometimes, I sleep for 12 hours (even more). Talk about oversleep. Wow. What a turnaround in my sleeping habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as any Filipino blog would contain, Manny Pacquiao did win in his fight with Hatton. Typical and as expected from Pacman. But to finish the fight at Round 2? Man, have you ever heard of a shorter fight? I feel sorry for the people who bought tickets. I mean, yeah, it's quite nice to watch it like that and to root for the guy. But the money's a waste, I think. The whole Philippines stopped and stared at the TV screen, and after, the whole Philippines celebrated. And man, some people were just a little too overexcited. Three people died because of heart attack after Pacquiao gave his winning punch. No kidding. I don't know if this is funny or sad. So, enough of this Pacquiao-Hatton, since you already read about this EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and most of you know William Beckett. He's my celebrity crush. He's the lead singer of The Academy Is..., a band that's in my favorite list. Well, he has a twitter and he @replied to a 15 year old Filipina girl. Lucky girl! Ha.ha. Sorry, I just had to share this. It's not like I @reply to him to expect a reply, but to all the dudes and dudettes there who @reply to him, it's not impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading for the start of my review classes. I have about four more days of being free. And then, these classes are gonna take one whole month of my summer. FAIL! And the schedule's a bummer. I really have no free time at this time: 1 to 5 PM. How about J&amp;amp;M? Super. I'm really dreading it. I'm getting depressed just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of good movies coming out that I really really must watch! Here are some, and if you know any other good movies please don't hesitate to tell me. Ok? Ok, so here's some of the movies I MUST watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Because I'm an HP fanatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen- &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;have you watched the trailer of this thing? Frickin Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inglorious Basterds- &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My bro and I have been waiting for this since the world premiere of its trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angels and Demons- &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;OK, I don't have an explanation, but this is still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ice Age 3- &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the whole series is a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Terminator Slavation-&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; I don't like Christian Bale though. But....must watch if you want to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nine&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;- I think it's really cool. Directed by Tim Burton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Princess and the Frog&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;- This will bring back those old Disney Princess Movies. The ones I used to really love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I only have those, so far. I'm guessing some more will be added. It's only April anyway. A lot of movies will be coming. Oh, and speaking of movies, MTV movie awards will be coming up. I'm excited. I mean, it's not like the Oscars or anything (and it's just a popularity contest), but the MTV Movie Awards is always fun. And there are always rocking performances in this award show. But, most probably, I'll like VMA's better. More on music than movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, a lot of people I know have glasses now. I'm fearing I might need them too soon. With the hours I put on the computer and with the loads of books I read? I'm practically calling for glasses. I don't want them though. I'm just saying. Well, I'm off for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:arial;" &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;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;And that's all there is, there isn't anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2452214732878876506-7233769130328555834?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7233769130328555834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=7233769130328555834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7233769130328555834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/7233769130328555834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/05/half-doomed-and-semi-sweet.html' title='Half Doomed and Semi Sweet'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-4437758798614659230</id><published>2009-04-29T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:43:15.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80 THINGS TO DO BEFORE I TURN 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in random order, I’m too lazy to even arrange this)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Learn how to play the jackstones&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn how to ride the bike&lt;br /&gt;3. Read all the books I/my mom bought.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a week or a much longer time, if possible, that my life does not revolve around a band or a music artist&lt;br /&gt;5. Graduate Valedictorian/Salutatorian&lt;br /&gt;6. Forgive people who hurt me&lt;br /&gt;7. Sleep healthy; no oversleep, no lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;8. To not use the iPod for at LEAST a week.&lt;br /&gt;9. Make better use of the cellphone&lt;br /&gt;10. Cure addiction to computer&lt;br /&gt;11. Cure addiction to coke/caffeine&lt;br /&gt;12. Write a literary piece I’m completely happy with.&lt;br /&gt;13. Be independent&lt;br /&gt;14. Eat breakfast regularly&lt;br /&gt;15. Eat regularly&lt;br /&gt;16. Get the braces&lt;br /&gt;17. Believe in the concept of “the one” and “happily ever after”&lt;br /&gt;18. Live only one time zone&lt;br /&gt;19. Walk through Merville with my friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;20. Get a picture developed&lt;br /&gt;21. Put pictures in my empty picture frames&lt;br /&gt;22. Make or record a video of all the craziness that happens with me and my friends&lt;br /&gt;23. Scream at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;24. Make a scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;25. Write a song&lt;br /&gt;26. Learn how to play an instrument; the bamboo flute doesn’t count&lt;br /&gt;27. Write a letter and throw it out to see or let it be taken by the wind&lt;br /&gt;28. Dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;29. Learn the step and dance to Souija Boy&lt;br /&gt;30. Go inside a photo booth with my friends&lt;br /&gt;31. Use a new word everyday for at least two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;32. Donate blood&lt;br /&gt;33. Take a good picture of the lightning&lt;br /&gt;34. Get a new hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;35. Tie my hair properly for at least a week&lt;br /&gt;36. Conquer fear of heights and of closed spaces&lt;br /&gt;37. Pass UPCAT&lt;br /&gt;38. Learn how to cook at least one decent meal&lt;br /&gt;39. Watch a tagalong movie in the theaters&lt;br /&gt;40. Try and audition to be a VJ/DJ&lt;br /&gt;41. Have a wider variety of music&lt;br /&gt;42. Conquer the stage fright&lt;br /&gt;43. Cure the stuttering when nervous thing&lt;br /&gt;44. Learn how to do the laundry and iron my clothes&lt;br /&gt;45. Leave a note inside a book of a bookstore&lt;br /&gt;46. Get a lamp or a nightlight&lt;br /&gt;47. Learn another language&lt;br /&gt;48. Grow taller than my mom&lt;br /&gt;49. Go night swimming with my friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;50. Learn how to wear heels in a way that I’ll not fall&lt;br /&gt;51. Make an awesome icon(s)&lt;br /&gt;52. Make my own time capsule, to be opened on my 18th&lt;br /&gt;53. Make earphones last for more than a month&lt;br /&gt;54. Go to confession&lt;br /&gt;55. Climb a tree&lt;br /&gt;56. Have a daily exercise&lt;br /&gt;57. Win over my brother/father at rock paper scissors&lt;br /&gt;58. Sleep in a hotel room&lt;br /&gt;59. Learn how to ride a horse properly&lt;br /&gt;60. Make an 11:11 wish&lt;br /&gt;61. Go to church every Sunday of an entire year&lt;br /&gt;62. Hug my brother like I did before&lt;br /&gt;63. Watch a meteor shower and make a wish&lt;br /&gt;64. Witness an astrological even e.g. lunar eclipse, solar eclipse&lt;br /&gt;65. Shut my mouth for at least an hour. More would be better&lt;br /&gt;66. Put up posters of my favorite people on my wall&lt;br /&gt;67. Not to bump into anything for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;68. Learn how to walk along a straight line&lt;br /&gt;69. Make an art project that I am satisfied with&lt;br /&gt;70. Send a fan mail to at least one of my favorite bands&lt;br /&gt;71. Like and try to play at least one sport&lt;br /&gt;72. Learn how to shuffle cards.&lt;br /&gt;73. Learn how to skateboard/rollerblade&lt;br /&gt;74. Go Bowling&lt;br /&gt;75. Learn how to draw a straight line using a ruler. Straight vertical/straight horizontal. No slants&lt;br /&gt;76. To have 5 crushes that aren’t gay&lt;br /&gt;77. Go to the mall just to “hang out”&lt;br /&gt;78. Use a wallet, not a coin purse, to hold money&lt;br /&gt;79. Read the textbooks given by the school&lt;br /&gt;80. Tell J&amp;amp;M how much I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT NOTES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;· The strikethroughs are the ones I have successfully done while doing the list. It was done while the list was not completed yet&lt;br /&gt;· Deadline for everything in the list is 11:59, October 8th of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;· Failure to do anything in the list will amount to serious punishments yet to be decided (ha.ha. but seriously, I’ll make up a punishment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it. My promise that when it hit 80. Comments will be loved. And I think I should get to sleep now, ok?  I'll edit this later on. &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/2452214732878876506-4437758798614659230?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4437758798614659230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=4437758798614659230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4437758798614659230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/4437758798614659230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-list.html' title='Ah, the List'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-5093057180311393250</id><published>2009-04-23T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:53:06.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Mess, Just How I Like It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a smile, with a song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's this boy, stole my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's this boy he's the one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK. So, as usual, I start the blog with some part of a song that I like. Well, this time, it's special. Because, this is a part of a song, I made. Yeah, you read right. Anyway, this is the first song that I made, and it's kind of good. I like it. I'm gonna share the whole thing later on, when I record the sound and stuff. It doesn't have musical instrument accompaniment yet, and I don't know how to play an instrument, so this might be a problem. And, I don't have the most incredible voice either. Help me? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, making a song is part of my list. You know? The list that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I am going to post here when it's done. It's lists of things to do before my 18th. And, even if I already did two things in the list, I am still going to post the whole thing, don't worry, reader. So, it is going to be put up soon. I j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ust need a few more. I'm aiming 80, or more. But when it hits 80, I'll post it as soon as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I kind of got the idea from this movie: Greta. It's about the girl, Greta, who made a list of things to do before she turns 18 and before she dies. Because she's gonna kill herself when she turns 18. It stars Hilary Duff. I find it amusing, to have list of things to do, you know? But, unlike her, I'm not gonna kill myself. Believe me. I still want a lot of things done after my 18th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, for almost the whole month of May, I am to attend review classes for college entrance exams. I'm aiming UP, Intramed (or Intarmed according to others we've spoke to). It's kind of really high to aim. But if I pass that, I only need to take medicine for 6-7 years. It saves a lot of time. And I wanna be a Doctor as soon as possible. It's really high to aim, actually. But as one quotation says: &lt;em&gt;"Aim for the moon, at least when you miss, you still have the stars"&lt;/em&gt;. It's not like that word for word, but you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, a lot of fellow bloggers has noticed the big change I made in my blog. And, I thought at first, that it was really boring, and stuff like that. But I thought it was really more functional, if you even get what I mean. But seeing that many people actually like it, I'm sticking to it. The background is the background I have to every other site I have. And I mean EVERY SITE I have. This is like my signature background or something. And then I added something else, a quotation of the moment, there at the very top of the page. I'll change it from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weather. It's my topic every other entry. Well, it's true. Weather's pretty fcked up. I mean it. And we're responsible for it. Where did you ever see a summer that the supposed hottest (or second to the hottest) month is rained on. What the hell? What the hell? Don't get me wrong, I like the rain. Scratch lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e, I LOVE the rain. It's just that it's not suppose to be like this. It's suppose to be sunny coz it's summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, me and J&amp;amp;M have been hanging out almost every single day we can. They go to my house, I go to their house, we go to the park. Anywhere just so we can hang out. Tomorrow, we watch 17 again, and then we proceed to sleeping over at Melissa's house. Summer with J&amp;amp;M isn't complete without the sleepover, of course :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A while ago, I was surprised and excited and happy. I saw Everything We Had by The Academy Is in Channel V. I wasn't expecting it. It's not like I don't want it, it's just that I only watch their videos through the net because no music channels show them here coz so many people don't know good music anymore that they only show who's hot. Seriously. Yeah. No offense to anyone though. I was really surprised when my sister told me she saw it. I looked for the schedule once I heard it and I waited for it. And woosh. There it is! I hope they become big here now that some decent music channel showed their video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Argh! I can't resist it anymore! I need to post the lyrics to my song. But, be warned. It's not THAT good. It's better with the tone and all. I just can't post how it goes. I swear it's better heard the read, and it's better heard with a tone. Swear, I'm telling the truth! But I will soon. Don't make me regret this :). And it has no appropriate title yet, so recommend one if you'd like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a smile, with a song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's this boy, stole my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's this boy, he's the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, he's a million miles away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, he can break my heart so easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no, it's impossible for me and him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no, I'll keep believing and I won't give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This cannot carry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too much, it's too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With that voice, with those eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got caught, can't escape.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Repeat chorus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you might not listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you might not care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm pouring out my heart to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to say, just to say, just to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to say, just to say, just to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, you're a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;No, you can break my heart so easily&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's impossible for me and you&lt;br /&gt;But no, I'll keep believing and I won't give up.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep. That's it. Is it any good? Well, if you say no, I swear it's soo much better with the tone. Yeah. I just can't post it now. It doesn't have musical accompaniment. Argh. I don't want to explain myself anymore. I know the quality of my work and I don't have to explain myself. If people love it then great! And if people hate it, I have to try again next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well..That's all for now, strangers/readers/fellow bloggers. I am left alone and I am proud to say that I am a scaredy cat, with good reason of course. Good-bye for now, people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;That's all there is, there isn't anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&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/2452214732878876506-5093057180311393250?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5093057180311393250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=5093057180311393250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5093057180311393250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5093057180311393250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-mess-just-how-i-like-it.html' title='It&apos;s A Mess, Just How I Like It'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-2909887930076645159</id><published>2009-04-19T19:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:04:40.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear Ye. Hear Ye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in love with the girl I hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; She enjoys pointing out every bad thing about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm in love with a critic and a skeptic, a traitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd trade her in a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's A Lady by Forever The Sickest Kids.  You all know I love the irony in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to congratulate myself because I may have been able to turn my biological upside down.   For real this time.  Well, I almost got through 24 hours without sleep.  But I fell asleep in the car on our way back home from Tagaytay.  Bummer.  It was going to be the first time this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagaytay's not as cold as before.  Thank You Global Warming.  I mean, I'm now writing this at 8 in the evening and what's the temperature?  33 degrees?  What kind of nighttime is that, people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole purpose of this blog is to reblog what my mom stumbled upon one of my links a while ago.  And so, I grabbed this from &lt;a href="http://genebib.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gen&lt;/a&gt;.  Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=12942069&amp;amp;vid=4853639&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/video09/4853639_rnd1b33b5ac_19.jpg&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=12942069&amp;amp;vid=4853639&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/video09/4853639_rnd1b33b5ac_19.jpg&amp;amp;embed=1" width="400" height="322"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did you think?  As I said, awesome right?  It's absolutely surprising to hear something as wonderful as this, from a 47 year old cat lady.  Meet Susan Boyle. I'm definitely routing for her to win.  It's like Paul Potts all over again.  I'm not even gonna explain who Paul Potts is.  OK, I will.  He's a salesman, who doesn't look really well, but he's a good singer.  Good is an understatement.  He sings opera.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This definitely tells us something.  It tells us, there's more to things than meets the eye.  It tells us, and I'm not being cliche here, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Judge The Book By Its Cover"&lt;/span&gt;.  Yeah?  It's funny that that quotation is always drilled into our heads, and we never seem to get it until we watch things like this.  It's like many other redundant quotations that we always hear but never really apply.  Isn't that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real short post, eh? But, I'm not in the blogging mood.  I'm gonna do something like a bucket list and post it in here.  It's my latest project right now.  That's why I'm not in the writing mood.  Ha.ha.  Look forward to that "almost-bucket-list".  I'm excited for it too.  What I've started is really funny, why?  Well, because I think I have experience very few in my life.  That's why it's really funny.  But I'm gonna do that, OK?  Some are really serious, though.  Either way, it's something you and me will have to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till the next awesome post.  You can now proceed to laughing you asses off again, or be awed by the excellence of Susan Boyle.  Any which way, you're gonna be reading this for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And so, that's all there is, there isn't anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Mediatrix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452214732878876506-2909887930076645159?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2909887930076645159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=2909887930076645159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2909887930076645159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2909887930076645159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-love-with-girl-i-hate-she-enjoys.html' title='Hear Ye. Hear Ye'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-5914994272121428978</id><published>2009-04-15T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:06:30.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Your Asses Off...NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because of my lack of thoughts for today, I will share to you, some icons that I personally love.  They're just awesome.  As you can see from my subject, it's all very funny.  When I was getting all this, I was weirding myself out because I was laughing to myself.  So...go shoot.  And Laugh.  If you don't laugh at any of this, I will hunt you down.  I will know, somehow.  Don't worry :D. And because I love these things too much, I'll be making some of these soon.  Enjoy.  And remember: LAUGH YOUR ASSES OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/getreal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 508px; height: 408px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/getreal.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/icon_likeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 107px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/icon_likeus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/1182804190_surokurule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 108px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/1182804190_surokurule.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/iconlolzzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 108px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/iconlolzzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/funny.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 108px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/funny.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/NONONONO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 102px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/NONONONO.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/icon-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/icon-1-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/goals.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/goals.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/Iknowsomethingyoudont.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 96px; height: 103px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/thfire.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/finishedreading.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 103px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/bmediatrix/finishedreading.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you manage to laugh so hard you thought you were gonna die?  Yeah.  Don't worry.  I experienced the same thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Well, that's all for now.  I'm all out of thoughts.  Actually, I'm out of thoughts to share with the whole world.  That rarely happens by the way.  So, yeah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I get inspiration from these stuff.  So, please, ask if you grab.  At least I'll know where my piece of inspiration will be going.  And tell me which one of these made you laughed hardest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;And that's all there is, there isn't anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2452214732878876506-5914994272121428978?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5914994272121428978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=5914994272121428978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5914994272121428978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/5914994272121428978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/laugh-your-asses-offnow.html' title='Laugh Your Asses Off...NOW.'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-2586881700899438285</id><published>2009-04-11T14:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:08:45.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds in the moonlight, dancing on the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;She said "you're just a let down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Another one of my mistakes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I never loved you anyway,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I never did and I never will..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let Down by This Providence. It's nice song. This band has the most awesome lyrics. Another band brought to you by Fueled By Ramen. Their new album was just released. This is their new single from the said album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I just felt like I was gone for a long time. And I don't really have anything to say. Nothing important has been happening. Holy Week is always the hottest, the slowest time of summer. Isn't that very fascinating? I find it very amusing to think about. Yeah. It's so boring that I found THAT amusing. How pitiful. I'm very sleepy now. I was about to sleep at 12 last night, and I was under the covers and I had my iPod on already. My mom and my sister were having a Gilmore Girls Marathon and when they finished, my mom didn't realize it was 2 in the morning. She wanted to use the computer, so WE did for about an hour. I was dragged into it. Ha,ha. No, just joking, I wanted it too, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cobra Starship is showing "webisodes" as they call it. Basically it's like TAI TV. I've been waiting for part 2 of their Chile episode. But, I think it's gonna be shown on Sunday, their time, not mine. Meaning, it's going to be shown on Monday. I'm too impatient I know. I don't even know what I'm talking about. I just type what I think now. No organization or whatsoever. I'm gonna put a warning in this blog later, at the ABOUT section. Warning for incoherent thoughts. A warning that says people might not understand the blog because apparently I speak a different language that only I or only the closest people around me can understand. Did you get that? See, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Moooving on to more organized thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sometimes, I think the purpose of Holy Week is being set aside. Usually when we say Holy Week, people instantly think of "vacation." or "the beach". How sad. The purpose is defeated. I mean, I'm not really a religious person. I don't go to church every Sunday and it's been years since my last confession. But I believe in God and I have faith in him and I pray every chance that I can get. Also, I think that the Holy Week is a very important part of a Catholic person's life. It's like mourning for Jesus and all the pain he endured for us. And at the end, celebrating his resurrection. It's so sad that instead of repenting, people go out and relax themselves. I'm not spreading the good word or anything because believe me, I'm not really THAT kind of person and as I said, I'm not religious. I just gave much thought about it. Did anyone even get that? OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let me write about less serious thing now. Let Down by This Providence. I love it. At first, I didn't want to listen to them I don't know why. I just wasn't in the mood. But then, I saw the video at fbrplus and I said "Sure, what the hell." and I listened to it and search for the lyrics. I fell in love with it, really. And then, I listened to their other songs and looked at the lyrics. It's not just the sound that I liked. What I really loved is their lyrics. They or whoever writes in that band is a genius. I love how the words were put together. And makes you feel everything. Seriously, listen to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Did I mention anywhere here that I deleted all my files? Yeah, believe it. Everything. As in EVERYTHING. Everything I worked for, for more than a year. I lost the pictures, the stories, the poems and some things I don't even know. I lost everything. For the songs, I have my iPod, so it's not really a problem. But gosh. For everything else, I don't have back-up. I have to look for my old notebooks for the poems and look at other sites for my stories. It's really something! I really hate my stupidity. I think the computer did it on purpose. Maybe it's telling me: "start anew" or "new beginnings" or things like that. Whatever it is, I just try to look at it that most positive way. At least I have more space now in the computer...or things like that. It helps. No, it doesn't. OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's kind of funny that I said: More organized thoughts. This doesn't really look anymore organized than the first two paragraphs. Oh, well. I can make do of this for now. I'll be having conversations with my people in my head as I tell them to work properly. Till, then. For now, I'll be signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And that's all there is, there isn't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2452214732878876506-2586881700899438285?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2586881700899438285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=2586881700899438285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2586881700899438285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2586881700899438285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/diamonds-in-moonlight-dancing-on-sea.html' title='Diamonds in the moonlight, dancing on the sea'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-3473358217995445733</id><published>2009-04-08T21:54:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:09:51.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamil + Melissa= J&amp;M, J&amp;M + me= JBM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;This is for real, this time I mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm coming clean, please don't let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said from the start, that you could take it or leave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I'd prefer that you keep it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This Is For Real by Motion City Soundtrack.  I heard it at the 17 Again trailer and it has been stuck on my mind since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, for two days straight, I have been sleeping at four in the morning, doing nothing but stare at the computer screen.  I lost track of what date and day it is today.  This girl's biological clock is totally messed up.  I mean, totally.  It turned around 360 degrees.  Or maybe just 180.  But still!  It's a    big turn.  This is going to be a problem come June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished uploading our (JBM) pictures.  We looked crazy and it looked like we were really having fun.  I am going to share some later.  Well, this post will be mostly dedicated to us.  Hence, the really clever title.  It's like a business name.  And from now on, I am to refer to Melissa and Jamil as J&amp;amp;M.  Because it's easier that way.  And the three of us will be referred to as JBM.  Yeah.  It sounds like a business name instead of a happy/weird/crazy/fun name.  But I have decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my header?  That's us.  Doing the very cliche "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil&lt;/span&gt;." picture.  We do it best.  That has a bonus picture.  It's "Touch no Evil" but Jamil doesn't want to post it because she's embarrassed.  So, sorry guys.  But, I have to keep my word.  J&amp;amp;M are my best-est closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been friends since forever.  OK, so not exactly, forever, but close to it.  Melissa has been my friend since first grade, making us friends for about 10 years now.  I practically grew up with her.  And Jamil has been my friend since 6th grade, making her my friend for about 4 years now.  Quite a lot amount of time if you ask me.  Anyway, now, you could understand why I love J&amp;amp;M very much.  And now, you know why summer is the best season ever.  Because it doesn't matter if we don't see each other for 10 whole months, because come summer, we're bringing the house down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're the weirdest and craziest people I know.&lt;br /&gt;I also know that they're the people I can trust the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so that may sound a bit melodramatic or fake, but I assure you, it's the truth.  We didn't exactly start out as best friends at first.  We were just classmates and stuff like that.  And knowing someone that long?  They'd know your life like a book.  Seriously.  No secrets kept.  JBM knows everything about J, B and M.  And I know I could trust them because it wasn't all happy times for us.  There was the drama ans stuff like that.  Maybe that's when you know who's your friend and who's just fake.  When everything breaks except for your bond.  You know that quote that goes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A good friend will come bail you out of jail; a true friend will be sitting next to you saying 'damn, we fcked up'&lt;/span&gt;".  I totally agree.  We're kind of like that, I think, maybe?  If we were any closer, they'd be my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are going to watch 17 again on the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for three deranged teens coming your way.  This is a WARNING.&lt;br /&gt;See Pictures for Identification.  These are not even the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangag&lt;/span&gt;" pics yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzOK27XfxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2AkHwoiwMi0/s1600-h/1_164595803l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzOK27XfxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2AkHwoiwMi0/s200/1_164595803l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322355545583615762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzOWr2nnJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kBZrT_6MHao/s1600-h/1_614257706l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzOWr2nnJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kBZrT_6MHao/s200/1_614257706l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322355748769340562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzOmqDsRrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_1Vm97mOxVc/s1600-h/1_290721914l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzOmqDsRrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_1Vm97mOxVc/s200/1_290721914l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322356023165208242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzPG9gk7YI/AAAAAAAAAMg/56sdgRHI9HM/s1600-h/1_263975513l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzPG9gk7YI/AAAAAAAAAMg/56sdgRHI9HM/s200/1_263975513l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322356578142449026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzPP4O5W9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ri4BfbgHsLA/s1600-h/1_600274529l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzPP4O5W9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ri4BfbgHsLA/s200/1_600274529l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322356731344935890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzPdoVNOhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2JC7ShnD8L0/s1600-h/1_245397078l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzPdoVNOhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2JC7ShnD8L0/s200/1_245397078l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322356967594605074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzR8kR2m7I/AAAAAAAAANA/oCnVShPJZA4/s1600-h/9aaf82fe.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzR8kR2m7I/AAAAAAAAANA/oCnVShPJZA4/s400/9aaf82fe.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322359698105998258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep.  Very true.  Yet somehow, I think I wasn't normal to start with.  Oh, well.  It grew worse with them by my side.  I mean this in a weirdly good way.  It's weird though, that we click so much.  Our ages are 16,15 and 14.  Our ages are one year apart from each other Melissa being the oldest and Jamil being the youngest.  I guess, in friendship, age doesn't matter.  When you click, you click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This isn't even half of what summer is all about.  The craziness hasn't even started.  Bunye Brothers plus Carlo and Nando hasn't joined in our fun yet.  My brother's clique plus my clique equals utter disaster.  And I mean that in an extremely good way.  I'm waiting for THAT to happen.  But then, it would have to be spontaneous.  Like last year.  You wouldn't believe the mess we made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;Anyway.  This may be enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And that's all there is, there isn't anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2452214732878876506-3473358217995445733?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3473358217995445733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=3473358217995445733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3473358217995445733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/3473358217995445733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/jamil-melissa-j-j-me-jbm.html' title='Jamil + Melissa= J&amp;M, J&amp;M + me= JBM'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMyEIJdvVrE/SdzOK27XfxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2AkHwoiwMi0/s72-c/1_164595803l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-2200249098547554190</id><published>2009-04-06T19:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:10:57.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Somewhere hiding underneath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; running around these empty streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Do you think you're better off dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; better off dead than alive in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One More Weekend by The Academy Is... I love this.  Especially now, because it's my last summer as a High School-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I felt the start of my summer.  Well, you know.  Besides sleeping at 3 am and waking up at about 1 in the afternoon.  Because today, I got to meet up with Jamil and Melissa.  My best-est and closest friends.  Yep.  With all honesty.  Anyway, it was fun, as usual.  We had a lot of pictures that were well...not normal.  I'm waiting for them to be uploaded.  Next time we see each other will be tomorrow :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a Monday.  Yeah.  No Monday Blues now.  Because it's summer.  Ha.ha.  Anyway, as I said Jamil and Melissa came over.  And we were entirely crazy as usual.  We just started taking pictures when we were in the park.  And then, while we were in the park, there was like this guy in a bike who was about our age.  And we were effin creeped out because he kept following us.  And then it turns out that he was throwing some stones at Mel and giving her the finger.  And when we were walking, he pushed her!  We just concluded that he was mentally retarded.  No normal person would do that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We laughed so hard and we cam-whored.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Seems like the start of another awesome summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I was to design and to fill out the description of the Lavoisier page.  Yes.  They trust me that much, people.  And, really.  I loved my class because I thought that it was the best year ever.  But I only realized how GREAT it truly was when I was filling out the description part.  I had to think of unique things.  And I did.  There was a lot of things, actually.  Then, I wanted them to be my classmates again next year.  What do you know?  They still are!  No one's gonna get cut!  Celebrate people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this is what I filled out with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; knows everything latest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; has a motto and you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; knows the Marie Chu Clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; was tagged as "&lt;i&gt;history makers&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; students can impersonate anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; knows who “&lt;i&gt;Iba&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i&gt;Digimon&lt;/i&gt;” are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; can make you wish you were a Lavoisernian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; is the only one who can use the word “&lt;i&gt;Lavoisernian&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; is the only class that chants “&lt;i&gt;unti na lang, iiyak na yan!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; is the only class that has a friendster page, this awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; is the only class  that is worthy enough to sing “&lt;i&gt;mouseball&lt;/i&gt;” *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; is the only class that can say we are nature’s greatest miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; is the only class with students who are late for an entire month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; is the only class who can make Tinkerbell’s outfit from few cloths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; doesn't care if you win because we will still be the best batch in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; plays Chinese garter, yu-gi-oh and Jackstones even when they are Juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; has students that can say that they are lazy and crazy and be proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; is the only class that has a dangerous* and sexy group* named “&lt;i&gt;rubber boys&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; can bring you Jollibee, a mouse, a cat, an owl*, a parrot* and a dog, all in one room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavoisier&lt;/b&gt; is the only class  that has an impersonator that can copy Sir. Manaog* and Son Gokou.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfredo - Jollibee&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey - The Silent one&lt;br /&gt;Reginald - The Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Jake - The Supreme Leader&lt;br /&gt;Aldren - Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;Richard - Erap&lt;br /&gt;Mike - Dancing queen&lt;br /&gt;Aljun - BSP&lt;br /&gt;Karlo - The Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Huey - The Hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Harris - The Macho Emo&lt;br /&gt;Anthony - Mr. Lavoisier&lt;br /&gt;Morris - Ako'y iyo'y ikay akin&lt;br /&gt;Charl - The DJ&lt;br /&gt;Michael - Master&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - Pinakamatakaw&lt;br /&gt;James - Heartrob&lt;br /&gt;Lester - The ImpersonaTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edine - Spongebob's Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Aileen - Nature's Greates Miracle&lt;br /&gt;Sharmaine - Sharffrey!&lt;br /&gt;Kessie - Pinakamaingay&lt;br /&gt;Grace - The Bulz&lt;br /&gt;Maricris - The Manang&lt;br /&gt;Danilene - The Xerox&lt;br /&gt;Erlyn - Mathinik Mole&lt;br /&gt;Allyssa - Pinakamaartz&lt;br /&gt;Claire - Pinakabehave&lt;br /&gt;Shiela - Shielalangcorn&lt;br /&gt;Wilysa - Ma'm Camo's Bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;Eljin - Dra. Love&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly - Top 1&lt;br /&gt;Agatha - Mahal nya daw purple&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer - Ms. Congeniality&lt;br /&gt;Mae - Mae18!&lt;br /&gt;Kea - Haponesa&lt;br /&gt;Kristina - rock en rol! \m/&lt;br /&gt;Teresa - Ms. Churchill&lt;br /&gt;Camille - Ms. Taray&lt;br /&gt;Lylanie - A one Child&lt;br /&gt;Bianca - Ms. Maligalig&lt;br /&gt;Analiza - The Machine Gun&lt;br /&gt;Arren - Kulot Salot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The aliases are not from me.  They're from someone else.  And so was the part with *.&lt;br /&gt;Funny eh?  And creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway.  Me, Melissa and Jamil arranged to watch 17 Again.  Probably it's going to show here about the same time as theirs.  Which is on April 17th.  Go figure.  Well, anyway.  I think I'm gonna like the movie.  Yeah.  Because it's funny.  Here's the trailer.  Enjoy yourselves.  Watch it too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CW9TkWY6Cng&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/CW9TkWY6Cng&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh?  Can't wait for it :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I'm done for now.&lt;br /&gt;Comments please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And so that's all there is, there isn't anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2452214732878876506-2200249098547554190?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2200249098547554190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=2200249098547554190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2200249098547554190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/2200249098547554190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/somewhere-hiding-underneath-running.html' title='One More Weekend'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-643373758268913193</id><published>2009-04-03T01:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:12:56.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch My Heart Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Let's make a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Steal a kiss in the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; You and me, Everything that could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Touch, don't go, Stay as long as you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvious by Hey Monday.  One of my favorites by this band.  It's up there with Should've Tried Harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, it's about 2 in the morning and I'm wide awake.  My mom's right beside me busy with computer stuff too.  And everyone else is asleep.  It's starting.  I'm now becoming nocturnal, sucking my mom into it.  Ha.Ha.  Did I say that I need to wake up earlier than usual tomorrow because it's Card Giving Day?  Well, yeah.  But, I can't help it.  I started summer and there's no way of stopping this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  It rained again today.  Or technically yesterday.  But I still consider this as April 2 by the way.  Anyway, yep it rained.  And according to the news, our summer is gonna be rainy.  Say what?  Why'd they call it "summer" if it's going to be rainy?  This is bad.  Worse than bad actually.  Our climate has turned upside down.  It's not just the hot n cold phase.  It's the rain and the sun.  Man!  I hope they were wrong about our "rainy summer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I watched Snakes on A plane today at Cinemax.  It was kind of good besides the effects.  It was exciting really.  The title tells everything.  It's Snakes On A Plane.  Is it wrong that I only watched the movie at first because I wanted to hear "Snakes on A Plane" by Cobra Starship ft. William Beckett, Travis McCoy and Maja Ivarrson and because I wanted to see the music video at the credits?  Ha.  Well, that was my first reason anyway.  But, after I watched the movie, I liked it really.  It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to hear Cobra Starship's new song from their new album out this summer.  Well, their summer, anyway.  The song was good.  Although, I don't think it's the album version yet because the vocals were overshadowed by the instruments.  So, yeah.  It was good though.  I'm excited for their album.  I hope it turns out real well.  Oh, yeah.  All Time Low's releasing a new album too.  I don't know when though.  I hope their albums become available here already!  I've been searching for their latest album last year, and na-da.  No, nothing.  Same goes for The Academy Is...Sometimes, I think, people don't know good music anymore.  Sometimes, it's all about who's hot and who's not.  I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Chip Tsao apologized for his actions!  That's better.  And right after I posted my blog post too.  Ha.ha.  How timely.  Well, I still hate him though even if he apologized.  Because he just apologized because it caused a stir.  He didn't apologize because he thought his actions were wrong.  I think he still thinks that he did the right thing.  Why write it in the first place if you don't strongly believe in it, right?  But...the damage has been done and the only thing that he can do is apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy's tour, Believers never Die part Deux, starts tomorrow.  April 3.  man, I wish I live in the US at times like this.  When most of my favorite bands are touring together, sharing one stage.  Because that never happens here.  Fall Out Boy won't bring 3 other artists halfway across the world for a one night only gig.  Yeah.  Well, too bad.  I hope they do, though.  But that wish will remain a wish I guess.  It's highly unlikely, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed this thing from &lt;a href="http://candybox.co.nr/"&gt;Kaye&lt;/a&gt;.  It's really true and I guess techie people or people who are really addicted to computers will understand it better this way.  It's cleverly put in this modern way.  And I guess, we, people of today, can appreciate it because it's said in our language:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNICAL SUPPORT : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;INSTALLING LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt;  Yes, how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt;  Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt;   Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt;Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready- What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt;   The first step is to open y our Heart.   Have you located   your Heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt;   What programs are running ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt;  Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt; No problem. Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know how to turn them off.   Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt; With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, done!  Love has started installing itself.   Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Oops! I have an error message already. It says, ' Error - Program not run on external components' What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt; Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; So, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt; Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt; Now, copy them to the 'My Heart' directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt;   Thank you, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God/Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt; You're Welcome, Anytime.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool, eh?  I loved it.  It made my day, really.  It was really clever, and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So that's all there is, there isn't anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Mediatrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2452214732878876506-643373758268913193?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/643373758268913193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=643373758268913193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/643373758268913193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/643373758268913193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/watch-my-heart-race.html' title='Watch My Heart Race'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-6603333316074550384</id><published>2009-04-01T23:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:13:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess You Can Say I'm A Little Wrong In The Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It's just that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; You've been broken into fifty pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Today is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I'm the only light that you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunshine by The All American Rejects.  I love this song.  I know I shouldn't relate to a song this much, but I feel like it was written for me.  Especially on my bad days.  Why'd they make it a hidden track anyway?  It's a very nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think my biological clock has completely turned around.  Yeah.  I did nothing the whole day but sleep.  What a waste of April Fool's.  Actually, I don't really participate in April Fool's Day but it's still an actual event.  Yeah, so Happy April Fool's Day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to watch the new music video of Hey Monday for How You Love Me Now.  I waited for it the whole day yesterday and then I realized that their time isn't in sync with ours.  It's actually real stupid.  But, anyway, here it is.  The video for How You Love Now.  I love the song by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=54939851,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=54939851,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah.  Cool, huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just added comments stuffs on my blog.  So, comment if you like.  Or better yet, please do comment.  It's not nice seeing your posts and seeing "0 comments".  It's painful to see, really.  So, please do comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice anything else different in my blog? Yep.  I changed my header.  It says "His Girl Friday" now.  Ha.ha.  It's because I love the song and because I love the meaning of the song.  I think, and this is only me speaking, that it tells something about having someone but not having them fully to yourself.  There's still a limitation.  Well, that's what I think anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have anything to say because I slept all day.  I was so bored and I was too lazy to do anything I want.  Yep.  That problem wouldn't be solved.  It would just be impossible.  But my twitter was very active today because I was too lazy to blog yet when you use twitter, it's a "micro bloggy thingy" so it's not too much work.  Follow me on twitter, it's what I'm addicted to right now.  Ha.ha.  Twitter is really addicting you know.  Everyone's into it.  And when I say everyone, I mean EVERYONE.  Check this link out: http://wefollow.com.  Twitter's taking over the world! Ha.ha.  Joking, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, I am now living the summer life.  I'm now nocturnal.  Well...semi anyway.  It's only 1 am anyway.  Take note: I said ONLY.  I slept at worse times at summer.  So, yeah.  This is nothing compared to that.  Although, I've been waiting forever for summer but now that I have ALL THAT, I don't know what to do with my time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to star city.  Me and some of my friends from my school.  Ha.ha.  It was kind of fun.  Except that I had to go home earlier than the others.  Too bad too.  Star flyer wasn't operating.  Well, even if it was, I wouldn't go anyway.  My mom didn't allow me.  Two people (is that right?) already died there, so my mom doesn't trust it.  So after my day at Star City I realized I wanna go to Enchanted.  Yeah.  Enchanted will be more fun.  I was in Grade 2 when I first rode the Space Shuttle.  Yeah.  I was one brave girl! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm addicted to answering these random surveys.  Yeah.  It's kind of really weird.  It's all posted in my multiply page.  I find it very amusing.  Very amusing.  All these random questions that people don't really ask you.  You can know someone better by reading these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think this is a long enough post?  Well, I think so too.  Bu there's something I want you guys to read.  You all probably heard about this already but my blood just boils every time I remember it.  You know the news about Chip Tsao?  Yeah, with him calling the Philippines a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nation of servants&lt;/span&gt;".  And because of what?  Spratly Islands?  That's not even a good enough reason.  I know Philippines is not the richest country out there, but really.  It's just wrong to say that.  He's a professional writer.  Hasn't he heard of writing ethics?  And he's saying we are a nation of servants because many of our fellow Filipino people work for them as domestic helpers.  Psh.  Respect, man.  Respect.  Add that to you wide range of vocabulary.  Full article here: &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/dm4myx--" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/dm4myx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So that's all there is, there isn't anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Bianca mediatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2452214732878876506-6603333316074550384?l=biancamediatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6603333316074550384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2452214732878876506&amp;postID=6603333316074550384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6603333316074550384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452214732878876506/posts/default/6603333316074550384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-guess-you-can-say-im-little-wrong-in.html' title='I Guess You Can Say I&apos;m A Little Wrong In The Head'/><author><name>bianca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335951771741523565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ZgN7Z8b3s/TbGtrr4SNtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lX3W3Wph7iE/s220/SDC13068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452214732878876506.post-68
