<?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-12401727</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:49:01.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh new start</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-112048328356458052</id><published>2005-07-04T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:24:27.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>omfg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T PLAYED RO FOR 1 MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP!! DAMN YOU PC THAT WON'T INSTALL IT!!!! *CRIES*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-112048328356458052?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/112048328356458052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=112048328356458052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/112048328356458052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/112048328356458052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/07/arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-112048139291405923</id><published>2005-07-04T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:49:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will make a new website.</title><content type='html'>yesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-112048139291405923?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/112048139291405923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=112048139291405923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/112048139291405923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/112048139291405923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-will-make-new-website.html' title='I will make a new website.'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-112047867335421953</id><published>2005-07-04T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:23:49.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More f--- words</title><content type='html'>I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF PERVERTED, COMPLETE STRANGER EVER ASKED ME &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; FOR MY PERSONAL INFO OR ASK IF WE COULD KNOW EACH OTHER, I AM GOING TO KICK HIS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt; SHINS!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WALANG HIYA! I AM NOT A FLIRT LIKE SOME!&lt;/span&gt; ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! ONE GUY EVEN TOUCHED (not just accidental) MY ARSE! THAT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt; BASTARD! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG PEOPLE THESE DAYS??? DON'T THEY KNOW THAT IS HARRASING?? AND DOING THAT TO A MINOR??????????? I AM SO SICK OF THE LACK OF RESPECT FOR OTHER PEOPLE IN OUR COUNTRY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-112047867335421953?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/112047867335421953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=112047867335421953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/112047867335421953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/112047867335421953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-f-words.html' title='More f--- words'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-112003862718569977</id><published>2005-06-29T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T18:16:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S H i T (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paghihimamat&lt;/span&gt; for the freshies, sorta, welcoming them.. And lemme tell yah, it was so freakin' screwed up. The 1st years usually presented a number. When we had to preform last year, all the people Boo'd us. But us, freshies, Batch 2004-2005, just calmed down. They boo'd at us but our batch was the 1st to practically OWN our intramurals and we WERE the only ones ALIVE in any program. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un figlio di puttanas! &lt;/span&gt;The freshies who presented were gladly welcomed with claps and all i could mutter was "WTF?" Did that mean that we weren't welcomed last year? If it's true, then maybe the upper classmen made it clear when one of them wrote an article in the school newspaper, "Flirt Girls" and the ones in the limelights were my batch. I can't really remember the exact words but I could remember my classmates fuming and protesting &amp; saying stuff like, "They should be the ones in this article! They don't even set up a good example for us! They even do things in public like kissing, flirting and spending time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone together&lt;/span&gt;!" As a eye witness, WE were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;! I really felt like crushing the face of the writer who only used the pseudonym, Kuya Joseph. &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo anyway, a few mins after the program, our Scribe*, Sir Mai, scolded us for screaming and shouting in support for our teachers and the freshies. She even said we were, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patagad ug bigao n&lt;/span&gt;!(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patagad=&lt;/span&gt;wants someone to notice her/him and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bigaon=&lt;/span&gt;flirt.) THE NERVE! We were screaming in support not for our crushes! AND she said that infront of the boys. After the program, my classmates were crying and stuff (coz they were embarrased!), and when our Troop Leader came in to return my mp3 player because she confiscated it from my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;, the one I was telling you all about, my classmates were shouting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sir Joy, just replace Sir Mai!" &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She's gonna get in deep shit if she doesn't apologize!"&lt;/span&gt;. Then, Sir Mai walked in and all hell broke loose. Seriously. You don't know how emo my classmates are. D: At the end of my classmates and Sir Mai's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shouting&lt;/span&gt; conversation, Sir Mai walked out crying and my classmates crying but now, a bit contented. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me?&lt;/span&gt; I didn't listen at all. Nor did I cry. I just listened to my mp3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the story of the confiscated mp3 player. Franz, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;, borrowed it from me. I really wanted to listen to music, but I couldn't say no. And I can't. It doesn't seem to come out from my mouth. So she listened while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paghihimamat  &lt;/span&gt;was going on. CC, a classmate, asked if she could listen for awhile. Franz, said "Sure! Just don't touch anything ha, it's new and lets just play the songs I like because the mp3s here, suck." &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whose MP3 player is it?! &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, CC sang so loud to the tunes that Sir Joy noticed it and asked for the mp3 player. Franz gave it to her. Then, on the way out, I asked Sir Joy when I could get it back. She said, Get it from me or I'll just go to your room. Franz knew it was confiscated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diba? &lt;/span&gt;She didn't bother to ask Sir Joy or say sorry to me. Gr..... When Sir Joy gave it to me, she ASKED, "Can I borrow?" I was about to scream, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU???" &lt;/span&gt;but hell already broke loose. THE NERVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walks away ranting, grumbling, and pissed off.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ *-Girl Scout Leaders and Scribes always watch over her troop during programs or masses. ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-112003862718569977?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/112003862718569977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=112003862718569977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/112003862718569977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/112003862718569977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/06/s-h-i-t-part-2.html' title='S H i T (part 2)'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-111996985089799600</id><published>2005-06-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:44:10.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S H i T</title><content type='html'>Note: this is just part 1 of my rantings because I don't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes... censor that if yah wan't but that's what I'm currently feeling. I really don't understand myself these days. Its not only me but the peepz around me. Ugh. My close ka-berk is getting so annyoing to me and I can't understand why. I luff'd her when we were freshies but I'm already tryin' to get away from her. She's possesive and I don't wanna hurt feelings and have my whole barkada against me. But... I just want to have someone else for a change. Like my old seatmate who was, for me, a best friend(but I don't know about her...) because I never got tired of her! She was spontaneous. And was very fun to be with. Urgghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't say what I've been dying to say inside coz me and my psychologist, (that would be my best bud, Jerb) rarely have time to see each other because she's in a top section and that's alot of pressure, and I have so many responsibilities! Plus the fact that our 'Yaya' went home to her province this week and I arrive home at about 6 pm and I get tired from just cooking for my family who doesn't even say thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT even get me started with school. ARGH. It's just been 2 weeks since classes started and my homework is piling up to the extent(?) that I stay up until 2 am. My teachers are great but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ginoong Selerio&lt;/span&gt; is such a dickhead. That may be an easy job for him coz he just has to know that his head is a dick and it's attached to his neck.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-111996985089799600?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/111996985089799600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=111996985089799600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111996985089799600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111996985089799600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/06/s-h-i-t.html' title='S H i T'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-111953675617595118</id><published>2005-06-23T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:25:56.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG OMG OMG!</title><content type='html'>Feeling:&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/icon_biggrin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming:&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/omg.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my other post, the one that said I drank too much cofi that I cant sleep? Well, ITS BAJILLION times that feelin. Minus teh coffee!! OMFG! I'm like sooooooo excited!! *sings* Why?? Well, as you know,(if you read my post below...) that it's my birthday in less than 2 hours. *rejoices* That's not what I'm crazy about. It's what my bro said. He said... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ang i-gift ni mama nimo kay bag-ong comp. Ayaw saba hah, kay ingon siya nga dili nako i-storya nimo. Ako nyay gamit ha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]TRANSLATION: "Mom's gift to you is a brand new comp. Dont tell her coz she told me not to tell you. Lemme use ha?" [x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the 3rd sentence. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/icon_wink.gif" /&gt; I dunno if he is lyin'. Soo hard to tell. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/icon_zonked.gif" /&gt; Anyway.. I &lt;3 the idea!! I wuz wishing for an iPod BUT THIS IS TOTALLY BETTER! With a new comp., I can spend hours and hours on Adobe photoshop. *druullls* With a new comp., I can SAVE my OWN musx and pix!! With a new comp., THERE WILL NO LONGER BE MEGABYTE EATER GAMES --except RO-- !! With a new comp., ITS ALL MEH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--please lemme have a new pc.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-111953675617595118?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/111953675617595118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=111953675617595118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111953675617595118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111953675617595118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/06/omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG OMG!'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-111944431196043654</id><published>2005-06-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:10:44.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-day. OMFG!</title><content type='html'>Feeling:&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/icon_wail.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/wtf.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr... I can't seem to find the time to squeez in meh blogging time...!! Super busy na with school and it just started a few days ago!! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/wtf.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I'm turning 14 in 2 dayz... And it sorta sucks coz my some of my classmates are already beggin and asking for... er...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; libre&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/omg.gif" /&gt; I'm not rich ya know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I don't wanna spend all my b-day cash on people that just begged. I'd probably spend a portion of it but not whole. *greedy*&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/icon_angel.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Not that I'm greedy... I just want to buy my OWN mp3 player. Specifically, an iPod Mini! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/omg.gif" /&gt; 8k pesos++++.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/omg.gif" /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I never ever have a really awesome b-day gift or party. I didn't even have a suprise party in all my 13 b-days!! My mom wants a simpler party like just us family in the house... And I think that sucks. It's pretty lame, and I can't even invite my friends on my special day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I+ SUcK5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/icon_sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah... Dont mind my mindless typings up there! *points above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MY SCHOOL ISH AWESOME!! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why you ask? SWIMMING LESSONS! ! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, it's not a big deal to others but for us, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ignoys&lt;/span&gt; (ignorants) it's like a slice of heaven. We don't have a pool coz the Recolect fathers thought they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alkansi&lt;/span&gt; (luge) so they just turned our supposed to be swimming pool to a tennis court. *grumbles* Almost every saturday for our 2nd grading period, we will be going to the Abellana Sports Complex (where they hold the Sinulog Dance Competition, every year)! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/Emoticons/woot.gif" /&gt; Oh.. I think that's all for now.. Tryin' to make a new skin for this blog! ^_____________^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hint: sorta like my emoticons.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--please don't steal the EMOTICONS i'm using! i got them from &lt;a href="http://kawaiiness.com" target="_blank" title="graphics"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/67r3gi.gif" border="0" width="88" height="31" alt="kawaiiness[dot]COM" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! get your own there!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-111944431196043654?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/111944431196043654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=111944431196043654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111944431196043654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111944431196043654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/06/b-day-omfg.html' title='B-day. OMFG!'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-111936254417650135</id><published>2005-06-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:02:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an update!! ^^</title><content type='html'>Lol... Anyway... I think you've noticed the new skin...  *points everywhere*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this aint a long update like what you folks are dreaming of. *points the word, dreaming* I'm just wondering if its a good idea to get a host(ess). I'm sorta sick of blogger, plus you can upload files/zips and other useful stuff in a real website and you can't do that here... I think I'm also quite ready for the real website. I mean, I've been reading tutorials in almost every page I go to! But I'm not sure... for 1 thing, I don't have a host(ess). And, I'd have to change my links again. (Burden for you.) Plus, I don't know ANYTHING ABOUT FTP! :( I'm confuzed. -____-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't like www.tk! Too much ADs! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know what you think in the taggie. (No comments section yet. I forgot what was the code. D:) I'm hopeless!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school just started 7 days ago. It's been fun except I got this terror teacher. Practically everyone in my class hates him. He EVEN accused my classmates of copying assignments when THEY got their assignments from the book. Psch. New teachers. They don't know nothin. Plus HE IS SOO ANNOYING! Grrr... P.s. He's my Filipino teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH!! G2G!!.. I'm off to do my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-111936254417650135?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/111936254417650135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=111936254417650135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111936254417650135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111936254417650135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-update.html' title='Finally an update!! ^^'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-111882379438816662</id><published>2005-06-15T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T16:23:14.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No updates yet... x___X;;</title><content type='html'>Sorry... I don't really have the time to update coz I'm busy with my real life right now... But in the mean time... click this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/index.php?referral=2051331" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://graphics.gaiaonline.com/banner_gaia_small.gif" border="0" alt="Gaia Online anime roleplaying community" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-111882379438816662?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/111882379438816662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=111882379438816662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111882379438816662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111882379438816662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-updates-yet-xx.html' title='No updates yet... x___X;;'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-111651468661367683</id><published>2005-05-19T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:58:06.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahr-thei</title><content type='html'>I'm in my friend's house right now. It's her birthday and my closest friends and I hate her. She's a slut. A whore.  A big f-in bitch. And I just wrote that in her "high tech" pc which is remarkably slower than mine. *shouts* HAH! UP YOURS! The reason why me and my friends hate her because she is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a snob&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;feeler&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;not a 2-timer.. not a 3-timer but, a 4-timer. I swear.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a big fat LIAR&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;she think's she's all that - but she's not&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;she has all the boys wrapped around her finger because the boys are too stupid to fall under the big witch's spell.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a wanna-be but can't-be&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;britney is her idol. she wan'ts to be just like her when she grows up. do i need to explain?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;she just loves the feeling of other people being misrable.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;she's mean and a jackhole.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;her motto: boys are toys. Again. Do I have to explain?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;one of the most annoying persons i've ever met in my life.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; oooooh... let me finish later... the witch is back. have to pretend to be 'nice' cOz it's her b-day. i just hate doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-111651468661367683?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/111651468661367683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=111651468661367683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111651468661367683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111651468661367683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/05/pahr-thei.html' title='Pahr-thei'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-111638510311334866</id><published>2005-05-18T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T18:59:52.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh My God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I just realized that I spent almost 3 weeks without internet. And I'm still living. LOL. No joke!! I haven't updated, haven't played RO, haven't checked my e-mail... Let me say it again. Oh My God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You probably want me to explain "WHY?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, my pc sorta has a virus and had to be reformated. (It's been reformated, 10 times. My god.) So after being reformated, I tried to connect to the internet but to no avail. So i've been playing The Sims™ for the last 7 days and etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The other days, I spent at the hospital. No need to fret.. I was just admitted coz my mom was worried SICK of me coz my fever wouldn't go and STAY down. Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, I'm also having fun with my latest hobby... Drawing in adobe photoshop. It's supeerrr cool... I luurrrve it!! Here's one just kanina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img274.echo.cx/my.php?image=feelingsad4nz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img274.echo.cx/img274/6830/feelingsad4nz.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I also think I'm growing weirder and weirder everyday. I just said, "I can't wait for school to start and summer to end."I SWEAR it's the first time i've ever said that! I can't wait talaga... NEW STUFF, going shopping for NEW STUFF, meeting NEW friends and hugging and hanging out with OLD friends... I JUST loove the feeling of the start of the school year... And I'm gonna make this 2nd year of highschool a better one! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, my guy friend confided to me that he's getting 'uglier'. He's reaallly SMART, and deeply Religous. What does the 2 compliments count for? He says he's getting uglier so dba, Jesus is in the face of every child or human? He's saying that Jesus is ugly. Where's the intelligence and religousness of that? I dont really care or give a damn if i'm pretty or not. As loong as I'm comfortable and happy, there's no need for me to fret!! As they say, it's not the outside that matters it's what's in the iNSIDE! You just have to show how OUTSTANDING you are in other stuff so that they won't have time to concentrate on laughing at your appearance coz they'll be busy trying to beat you or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;DAMN. There's something wrong with my pc ULIT! Crappy piece of shit. *kicks pc* *pc screen blocks out* DAMNIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ceee Ya Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-111638510311334866?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/111638510311334866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=111638510311334866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111638510311334866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111638510311334866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/05/ughh.html' title='Ughh...'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-111479163687339608</id><published>2005-04-29T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:20:36.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I am hella scared of alot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Numbah 1, Cockroaches. I can't stand them! This one time, a cockroach landed on my pants, I WAS SCREAMING LIKE HELL! I SWEAR! My mum was laughing at me tha whole time! She didn't kill it! AWMG!! @_@ I think my first horrible experience with *shudder* roaches when I was about 5. I was combing my hair infront of the mirror when 2. READ IT! T-W-O cockroaches landed in my hair! I was screaming and crying at the same time. I was horrified! I guess that's where it started. I downt ever recall killing one cockroach with a shoe or those insecticides!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Numbah 2, anything scary. Like zombies and etc... But I'm getting over it! Whoohoo!! @ _ @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Numbah 3, being alone during night times. My recent experience made me add this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Numbah 4, Clowns. Yes, yes. I know it's childish. But do this for me. Look at a clown's face. He looks happy right? How he grins sooo wide... Doesn't that freak you out?! And that red nose? How'd he get that so red??????? BLOOD perhaps?! Ok... Lemme stop. I'm getting freaked out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Numbah 5, Too much pressure / stress. I cant imagine that. That's why I'm scared of it. I get cranky, moody, even upset when something stresses me out. @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That's enough. @_@ Coz I had enough... @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Bye ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-111479163687339608?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/111479163687339608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=111479163687339608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111479163687339608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111479163687339608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/04/confession.html' title='confession'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-111468127398325858</id><published>2005-04-28T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:41:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BoO!</title><content type='html'>Hello! &lt;a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/mitsikikaoani/k50.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been going nuts these couple of days... Why...? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened to me on tuesday around 2:52..I was scared!! OMG! ok... this is what happened... I was visiting some sites when i heard this odd noise from our gate. It was like someone wanted to get in... The noise kept...uh... making the noise for 8 LOOONG MINUTES! I was freakin' out!!! Ofcourse I turned off the pc right away! I grabed Shara, which was sleeping in the floor, waiting for me and I ran torwards my room and hid under the covers for the longest time! I didn't sleep and I couldn't coz there were images that were flashing in my head. YOU do not want to know OR see what they are... *shudders* I guess tha noise wanted me to go to sleep already! &lt;a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/mitsikikaoani/k29.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell is going bananas too!! OMG! It can't send texts. IT CANT EVEN FUCTION! *throws the 6610i out the window* Oh no... I need that!! @_@ *jumps from the window to get it* Can I live without my phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been sick for the longest of time! &lt;a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/mitsikikaoani/k58.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have the whole package, sniffles, cough and fever.. &lt;a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/mitsikikaoani/k50.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... I'm kinda tired too... OMG. What the hell is wrong with me?! anyway... I'm tired... Later owkie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-111468127398325858?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/111468127398325858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=111468127398325858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111468127398325858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111468127398325858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/04/boo.html' title='BoO!'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12401727.post-111453599845107878</id><published>2005-04-27T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:13:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ei peepz! Guess you read my msg in my taggie or read my official msg in my ex-blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;::: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.just-me24.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;www.just-me24.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; :::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;maybe you're wondering why i moved. Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1.) My ex-blog had mixes of my ragnarok life and my real life. I was thinking, why should i talk about my RO life when most of my readers want stuff about my real life? *Duh!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2.) I hate my old URL. It sucks coz it was boring ang sorta hard to remember. With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flaire-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;www.flaire-.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; it's easier to remeber right? i could have taken &lt;a href="http://www.flaire.blogspot.com"&gt;www.flaire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; but someone had already taken it. Dunno anyone else in the planet with the name Flaire! (Umm.. maybe I'm wrong coz i only know 1/100000000000 of the planet.. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3.) I have this 'problem' that I can't keep 1 thing PERMANENT. Ofcourse, nothing in this world is permanent except change right? But don't worry. I'll stop my self from changing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;4.) My gal pal, Charmie promised to help with my blogging needs but since she is soo busy, I just told her it's owkie if she can't. I understand anyway. She was very helpful indeed! ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Umm.. right now i can't think of anymore reasons... Not sleepy thou... Kinda &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/mitsikikaoani/k16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from the coffee I drank kanina.. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Anyway, I made this profile of my puppy around 5 pm. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Name: Maria Sharapova A. Cabrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nicks: Shara, Baby, Aboshki~Boshkie, Dawgi, Sarah, Buyo~Buyo, Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Breed: Original Shih Tzu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Age: 3 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Height: Not taller than my knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weight: A bit bigger than she eats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Description: Cute, cuddly, has BIG eyes and hyper. Likes to pee, crap, tag around clothes, eat, sleep, get teased, sit infront of the aircon / fan, be scratched in the belly. Hates baths and when someone leaves her. Eats anything within her paws. Probably the stupidest 1 in my whole household coz she keeps on tagging around my family's under garments except mine ofcourse! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/mitsikikaoani/k44.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;`` Flaire ``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12401727-111453599845107878?l=flaire-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/feeds/111453599845107878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12401727&amp;postID=111453599845107878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111453599845107878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12401727/posts/default/111453599845107878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaire-.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello.html' title='hello!'/><author><name>Flaire`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17606978365139805831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/flaire42/Cutesy/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
