<?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-8252407436784852372</id><updated>2011-08-02T14:43:44.556-07:00</updated><category term='taylor swift'/><category term='drabbles'/><category term='memories'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Bobb'/><category term='sophie kinsella'/><category term='occasions'/><category term='books'/><category term='kelly clarkson'/><category term='intro'/><category term='random'/><category term='death'/><category term='rants'/><category term='brandy'/><category term='mia thermopolis'/><category term='Bobbyloolahh'/><category term='bobb familyy'/><category term='meg cabot'/><category term='school'/><title type='text'>Life isn`t a romance novel.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarcastic Raii!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05345851662356649345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_natoT_ZW3Bo/SfWV3vUBmUI/AAAAAAAAACg/rrTP-TOSG2k/S220/icon_tvshowmassie003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252407436784852372.post-8025513751666000161</id><published>2009-06-21T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:05:51.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasions'/><title type='text'>Oh, what a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kXzRtET_WI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kXzRtET_WI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=kXzRtET_WI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=kXzRtET_WI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=kXzRtET_WI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in shock. I will not lie. I want to start on a happy note, saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:century gothic;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER`S DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:century gothic;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my heart isn't in it anymore. I meant this to be a happy day, but yet, it's filled with sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Ceci Hojilla, our beloved brother, had passed away this morning in De La Salle Dasmarinas due to a heart attack. He was dead on arrival at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know whether to just try to shrug it off, because I know Bro Ceci would still want all of us, his kids, to smile, but I feel like crying. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received the message now, and I feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so sad&lt;/span&gt;, because I never got to say a proper goodbye, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see you someday&lt;/span&gt;. The last time I had seen Brother Ceci was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;; as I remember. I never got the chance to say goodbye. I'm still in shock; I half-expect him to turn up tomorrow and shout "SURPRISE!" and take a picture of our shocked and laughing faces. Then he'd talk about his adventures in life, and we'd all laugh about it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's gone. As much as it hurts to say it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's gone&lt;/span&gt;. I pray for his soul, but I know that God will welcome him into heaven with open arms. There are many people in this world whose lives he had touched, and we all love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like a father, a brother, but most importantly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don`t think we will ever forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think M.C.`s song will express how I feel about him right now. Because I never had a chance to say goodbye.:( And besides, it's still a happy song. Because goodbye isn't forever. Goodbye is just like, "I`ll see you someday." I keep saying that we will never forget him. Because we won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WE LOVE YOU BROTHER CECI.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know that you're up there, smiling down at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You had taught us a lot, Brother. I will never ever forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother Ceci M Hojilla FSC, 65 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.I.P Febuary 8, 1944 - June 21, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God took him because He loves him. But his memory will forever be with us. Rest in peace, brother. You deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Forever yours,&lt;br /&gt;*raissa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252407436784852372-8025513751666000161?l=bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/feeds/8025513751666000161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252407436784852372&amp;postID=8025513751666000161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/8025513751666000161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/8025513751666000161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-what-day.html' title='Oh, what a day.'/><author><name>Sarcastic Raii!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05345851662356649345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_natoT_ZW3Bo/SfWV3vUBmUI/AAAAAAAAACg/rrTP-TOSG2k/S220/icon_tvshowmassie003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252407436784852372.post-1317427164451934283</id><published>2009-04-30T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:00:03.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>That's right, luv. If you run from me, I'll chase you. And I'll find you.</title><content type='html'>AKLSJHFDGIDYERAIUWJDKS I AM GONNA DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, i'm already dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WANNA READ IT ASDKJHASFGASHKDJASH I WOULD DO ANYTHING EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, am I better now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jeanienefrost.com/images/destined-early-grave-xl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I done? No. But I won't say that a hundred times again. I'll run out of vocal chords. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kjhgbkjiughbnas. BONES BONES BONES BONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGA BUTO MGA BUTO MGA BUTO. =)))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASKJDFHASDF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making anymore sense, am I? Oh pshaww, I don't care. HAMANA. Phletamgah. Asdfghjkl. Habapatubaadubadubaduba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THIS SO BADLY. I've already read the first three books, though I don't own them, so I want those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah: BONES OVER HAWK. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's not reading this, but stell. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JARGHHH. WHY CAN'T I GET MY UNCLE FROM US TO BUY THIS? IT'S NOT LIKE WE'LL HAVE TO PAY OVER $20 FOR FOUR BOOKS, AND IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S A DSi. JAPUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Im'ma wallow in my grief over this now. Gah, I just wish I could pop up in America, buy it, then pop back here in the Philippines. Maybe the reason why is because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; will get it there, and they don't want to bother them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obbr drr&lt;/span&gt;, but I still want it badly. SO. FREAKING. BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing myself, lalalalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252407436784852372-1317427164451934283?l=bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/feeds/1317427164451934283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252407436784852372&amp;postID=1317427164451934283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/1317427164451934283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/1317427164451934283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-right-luv-if-you-run-from-me-ill.html' title='That&apos;s right, luv. If you run from me, I&apos;ll chase you. And I&apos;ll find you.'/><author><name>Sarcastic Raii!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05345851662356649345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_natoT_ZW3Bo/SfWV3vUBmUI/AAAAAAAAACg/rrTP-TOSG2k/S220/icon_tvshowmassie003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252407436784852372.post-4754386174637735691</id><published>2009-04-23T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:07:01.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobbyloolahh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelly clarkson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brandy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bobb familyy'/><title type='text'>I hope you think my favorite song.</title><content type='html'>Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was enrollment day. I needed new uniforms, so I had to come with. It was pretty boring; I read half the time. And fast, since we were early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing those concrete roads... well, let's just say I felt sentimental once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yooooo!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't own this shizz [icons]. They came from the supah awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:small fonts;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and Taylor Swift's from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://t-swift.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:small fonts;font-size:130%;"  &gt;T-Swift.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; B-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i492.photobucket.com/albums/rr286/Anniemations-n-more/Brandy/brandymarch0928.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i354.photobucket.com/albums/r422/kellystuff_x3/Icons/Kelly%20Clarkson/thth8c6282d8.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t-swift.com/graphicsarchive/albums/icons/massie/icon_musicvideosmassie002.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last time I saw my school (March... 16?), the next time I saw it was my brother's graduation. I had my iPod with me at that time, and I was in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;major shuffle&lt;/span&gt; mode. I had a playlist, and one song (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/span&gt; by Brandy) hit a soft spot in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was played in our English class for an exercise, and I was extremely curious of it, so I downloaded it. I keep forgetting to remove it from that playlist... but I guess I kept it there for sentiment's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still removing it the first chance I get.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I was in this sort of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daze&lt;/span&gt;, because while they were doing the ceremony, I was staring outside. I noticed how LaSalle looked more peaceful in the moonlight. I stared at the road by the theatre, and felt that I missed my friends even more. We would run away from the canteen, trying to hide from our friend. We would walk there, munching on whatever we bought. We would walk slowly and take our time on our way to the Grade 6 assembly area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; me to see it again, to be on that same road, knowing that the next time that I'll be there as a student, everything will be different. We'll be seventh graders, we'll be in different sections, we'll be mature (I hope.xD)... we won't be the way we are anymore. At least, not the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times now gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few songs later, Kelly Clarkson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakaway&lt;/span&gt; filled my ears. I reflected on how this affected my G6C0809 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew exactly how. My new friends helped me break away from my cold shell before. I was always a loner; I could be considered a loser, or whatever. But my new friends (++my new favorite section) helped me out of my shell to be a more... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; person than I was before. They helped me breakaway—break away from all the things that didn't seem to be me, but was my cold hard shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to today's events, while I was staring out the road, after getting out of accounting, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tim McGraw&lt;/span&gt; by Taylor Swift was playing. I knew by heart that this was about a summer that seemed to last forever—but the thing is, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like how I felt about this year (except, of course, this wasn't just a summer). I wanted it to last forever—but isn't forever a lie? Nothing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; last forever, not even life. Life fades away. Some things in life weren't meant to last forever, and that school year, though unforgettable, can't last forever either, though I wished it had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could turn back time. That way, I would've spent more time with my friends. This upcoming year, most of us'll be separated—and in my experience, I can feel that some friendships will fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;*raissa.&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/8252407436784852372-4754386174637735691?l=bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/feeds/4754386174637735691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252407436784852372&amp;postID=4754386174637735691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/4754386174637735691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/4754386174637735691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hope-you-think-my-favorite-song.html' title='I hope you think my favorite song.'/><author><name>Sarcastic Raii!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05345851662356649345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_natoT_ZW3Bo/SfWV3vUBmUI/AAAAAAAAACg/rrTP-TOSG2k/S220/icon_tvshowmassie003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i492.photobucket.com/albums/rr286/Anniemations-n-more/Brandy/th_brandymarch0928.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252407436784852372.post-631166344933076484</id><published>2009-04-17T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:13:18.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mia thermopolis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meg cabot'/><title type='text'>Ransom My Heart... and it's yours.:"&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.miathermopolis.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/2862984128_12214a0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.miathermopolis.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/2862984128_12214a0978.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Changed my blog layoutt. This`ll be the last book I`ll review. Well, I`m just saying, the next will be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; time from now. Srsly. This took me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and special shoutout to my friend JAN ALDRILE P. SABILI, for it's her birthday a few days ago. Belated happy birthday, dear ole Bob/Wormy/Boob. You have finally reached old-ness-hood. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I said I would read  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopaholic and Sister&lt;/span&gt;, but when I recently got my copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ransom My Heart&lt;/span&gt; by Mia Thermopolis/Meg Cabot, I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to read it. Screw my last announcement; this will be my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just finished it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH I LOVE ITTT.:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAJOR SPOILERS, MY BETCHOGS. WANNA READ WITHOUT SPOILERS? GO TO THE PART THAT SAYS &lt;i&gt;MUCH LOVE&lt;/i&gt;. READ AT OWN RISK. I`M FREAKING SERIOUS, YOU FREAKS. BUT IT`S AN AWESOME BOOK. WIKIPEDIA WILL BE NO HELP TO YOU, M`DEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where was I? Oh, right, the spoilers.:-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with Finnula Crais in trouble—I mean, when is she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; in trouble? She's one heck of a trouble maker, but she's pretty cool, with the nevermissing aim, and the red hair, and the stunning gray eyes.:-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; story starts when Mellana, her only unwed sister, says that she's late. Oh, what's late? That means she's freaking pregnant. BABY BOOM, BABY&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Gah. But she spent her dowry on gowns, trinkets, and useless &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;. I mean, seriously. I`d be honest—yes, I'd spend my money on things, but not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gowns&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. That's plan stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah—good luck with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, Jack Mallory, you &lt;s&gt;sly&lt;/s&gt; stupid dog. I mean, he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; even attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting off track again. Shutting up about Jack Mallory's not-big... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SRSLY SHUTTING UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaaaa&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yy&lt;/span&gt;ways, before I rudely talked about a stupid minstrel, so Finn needed to catch someone Mel can hold ransom and get money, blahh blahh blahh, so Finn went. And she found our handsome seventh earl of Stephensgate, Hugo Geoffrey Fitzstephen. Dashing blonde. But he called himself Hugh Fitzwilliam so it won't give away that he's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;earl&lt;/span&gt; of their freaking town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they travel together, blah blah blah, a few kisses here and there, add an emerald to Finnula, and BAM. They smut.:-j Smexeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going into details, they journeyed and journeyed until they got to Stephensgate. When they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; get to Stephensgate, Finnula gets the shock of her life. BAM he's actually her ex-husband's son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM BAM BAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... where was I? Oh, right. Finnula was accused of killing said earl, due to the fact that after they wed, he died the same day. It was never proved that she killed him, and he didn't, so Hugo proposed to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(forgive me. I cannot summon more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;s or more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;s, as Ms. Thermopolis can. Well, I don`t blame her, she has Michael Moscovitz. :( Ohwells, at least I own him in my vivid imagination... \m/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She`s not a marry-me type of person, so at first, she didn't agree, but then, Hugo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; her. Not going into details, she agreed. With a bit of annoyed feeling, but agreed, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY SUBCONSCIOUSLY LOVE EACH OTHER. DO NOT BE FOOLED BY THEIR IDIOCY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda funny, because during their honeymoon night, Hugo gave wine away for them to leave him and Finnula alone, yet they still watched them. Not going into details, it was hilarious. He threw money &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt; to leave them alone, even if the deed was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What deed? Naive person, you came to the wrong place. How &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; you stumble into my definitely-not-innocent blog? Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have this celebration of this HUMONGOUS bonfire, burning all of Lord Geoffrey, Finnula`s dead husband, stuff. At first, Hugo was against it, but he saw an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To burn Finnula's braies.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srsly, that`s just sexist. WHY CAN`T THEY WEAR WHAT MEN WEAR? I don't blame Finnula for calling him a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! There had been tw0 attempts on Killing Lord Hugo. And no, it is not for sexism, nor was it me who did it. If it was, I would be hanged by now. Then BAM an arrow hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*le gasp*&lt;/span&gt; as it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finnula&lt;/span&gt;`s arrow that hit him! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid ass of a squire blamed her, just because Finn called Hugo a bastard for burning her braies! Even if Hugo ! Srsly, as sexist as it (the burning) may be, I don`t believe Finn could be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; degrading. She's actually the best Crais sister—no offense to... er, Camilla, Patricia, Bryann (or something like that), and I forgot the last one(:"&gt;), and I don`t care about freaking Mellana; she got knocked up, used up her dowry for useless &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;, and made Finn pay for it. And her choice in men is distasteful. Gah, I wanna kill her—for me, I mean, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think she'd stoop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; low for braies. She could get new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I srsly hate that stupid peace of rotten ass that Hugo calls his 'squire'. Srsly, where'd he find him, a gay bar? Wait, you actually have to have some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spine&lt;/span&gt; for that. So maybe the dumpster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Sheriff John de Brissac was kind enough to take Finnula into his own home—no, you hoes, not that way—and be taken care of his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, the sheriff`s pretty cool and all, but seriously. He still lives with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;? He's a grown man, psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Finn ventures (when she realized Jamie was kidnapped) into the forest with Gros Louis, her hunting dog (which Mia named after Fat Louie, her cat. After all, Gros Louis is the French translation for Fat Louie) to the woods. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*le gasp*&lt;/span&gt; Gee, that Isabella Laroche has some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; grudge. She's murderous—but oh, she can't even do the killing on her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt;. So y`know, the murderous tendency leaves it to nothing.&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while that stupid little git of a squire was being all traitorous, she fell into their trap, then—OH! HUGO RESCUES OUR DEAR OLE FAIR FINN.:-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he was about to kill the Laroches, not to mention that asshole ex-squire, and possibly an ex-dumpster boy, Finn stopped him and said not to kill them, and just come home with her and, in her words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'love me as I love you'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I shivered at that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Squeals.&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the epilogue was cool. She was roughly six, seven months pregnant and she could hold someone trapped by her arms like she did Hugo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugo laughed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I super loved this. It's a historical romance—of course, it was like, the 1912's. I'm not surprised, though it's still fiction—which isn't my typical thing, it was nice to read. A breath of fresh air, if you may. But to be honest, at first, it was skittish, for the lack of a better word—I didn't know some of the meanings of the words—but I made it through and it was goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wipes imaginary tear from eye*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;*raissa.&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/8252407436784852372-631166344933076484?l=bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/feeds/631166344933076484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252407436784852372&amp;postID=631166344933076484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/631166344933076484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/631166344933076484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/2009/04/ransom-my-heart-and-its-yours.html' title='Ransom My Heart... and it&apos;s yours.:&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>Sarcastic Raii!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05345851662356649345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_natoT_ZW3Bo/SfWV3vUBmUI/AAAAAAAAACg/rrTP-TOSG2k/S220/icon_tvshowmassie003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252407436784852372.post-5392588167431410987</id><published>2009-04-15T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:58:22.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophie kinsella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Shopaholic Ties The Knot.... but is it on too tight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp50/rivianii/shopaholictiestheknot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 398px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp50/rivianii/shopaholictiestheknot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heyllooe my minions! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm back! Wow, another blogg! Okay, whatever. I just blogged yesterday. &lt;s&gt;Fuck&lt;/s&gt; it all. Whateeverr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to blog about what I've just recently read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess what it is, you half-wit, in case you don't freaking know what it is yet.:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, you freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;, the first book of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; series, was pretty good. Ang shwet nung ending.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so. Yeah. The second book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopaholic Takes Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;, was even better. So... twisted. Gah. I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY ALMOST BROKE UP&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I freaking do not believe the &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; they've been through, but GAHHH. Anyway, it ended up even sweeter than the first (if anyone could say that), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;... I love both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAJOR SPOILERS ALERT. BACK OFF IF YOU DON'T WANNA SEE THE DAMNED THINGS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was saying... it all started with Suze's own wedding. Suze, in case you are &lt;s&gt;missing out on Sophie Kinsella's awesomeness&lt;/s&gt; not very acquainted with this series &lt;s&gt;(Where have you been? Mars?)&lt;/s&gt;, she's Becky Bloomwood's best friend. &lt;s&gt;If you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; don't know her, you're a foo`.&lt;/s&gt; Okay, too much strike outs. Must quit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even if it's a nice wedding, I feel &lt;s&gt;incest&lt;/s&gt; love between Suze and Tarquin. &lt;s&gt;Even if they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; supercaduper distant cousins.&lt;/s&gt; Okay, my brain is killing me with the strikeouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke &lt;s&gt;(shame shame if you do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; know who the superawesome Luke James Brandon. Gah, you gotta love him. Okay, going to shut up about my obsession with fictional characters now...)&lt;/s&gt; and Becky gets talking about marriage—so it was pretty awkward, so Becky said about being able to wait for ten... eight... five years (?) for marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was Suze's reception already, she decided to throw the bouquet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; to Becky, so, you know, it wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; obvious. &lt;s&gt;Note my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sarcasm.&lt;/s&gt; So BAM there was an envelope in Suze's bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a ring. A &lt;s&gt;mothereffing&lt;/s&gt; ring. GAH, must control my cussings. Not very ladylike. So, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if someone else caught the bouquet? Would Luke have proposed to her? Or worse, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramblings. Ah, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Becky &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;graciously&lt;/span&gt; accepted (though I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amused&lt;/span&gt; by her mother's reaction to the ring—screaming "Yes! Yessssss!" Well, at least Luke was very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; nice about it), and blah blah, they live happily ever after, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;. Wrong-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Luke's &lt;s&gt;cow of a&lt;/s&gt; mother planned a whole entire Plaza wedding (okay, maybe the wedding planner, Robyn, did, but that's not the point, is it?) without telling Becky—so ohwee, another wedding is planned at Oxshott. By her mother. And her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gave them a prenup that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hurt Becky's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame the girl; Elinor, Luke's mother, can be such a &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;cow&lt;/s&gt; ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;sometimes&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;a lot&lt;/s&gt; sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; turn her mother down. But the Plaza wedding is so fantasy like it's like... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;. Out of her dreams. Sleeping Beauty theme, so yeah hella wha? WOW. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention Suze was pregnant? Yeah, it was hilarious, since she was having labor, and she was pressuring Becky to cancel the NY wedding so that she would give birth already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. A lot of good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; did. A quick meeting with Robyn just assured that if she turned down that wedding, she's gone for good—she's going to have to pay a whole whopping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$100,000&lt;/span&gt; if she takes the Oxshott wedding as well. I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faint&lt;/span&gt; if that happened to me, in the unlikely circumstances I a) get married, and b) have a wedding at the Plaza in New York planned by an semi-evil mother in law and another one in Oxshott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is Ms. Bloomwood screwed? NO! She used her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brains&lt;/span&gt; to get it together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually pretty awesome—no one ever found out that the reason why she was leaving her Plaza wedding early was to have another wedding at Oxshott—but technically, it wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; wedding, since they didn't do the exchange of rings, and Michael, their minister, didn't pronounce them husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one was smart enough to notice. Well, one person knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt; Longlegs. (Hella no am I striking that. It looks awesome already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except when Becky &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; got screwed, Luke grabbed Alicia by the waist (? Beats me.) and placed her out the Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oxshott wedding went pretty swell too. The Becky B. thing was just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, in my opinion, this was a pretty good book. With all the chaos of a wedding, yet the sweetness was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; there. Okay, it was pretty much only at the end, due to Luke's workaholicness. Seriously, they insult—or whatever—Becky for being a shopaholic, but at  least she haves fun. Workaholics are definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fun. But, he made up for it.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically, I'm done now. I'm on her next book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopaholic &amp;amp; Sister&lt;/span&gt; (If you want a picture of it, Google or Photobucket it, gah), and I like how it's going to end (I Wiki`d it. No harm done). YEAH GO BRANDONS&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*raissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. No love to Alicia Bitch Longlegs. She doesn't deserve it.:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252407436784852372-5392588167431410987?l=bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/feeds/5392588167431410987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252407436784852372&amp;postID=5392588167431410987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/5392588167431410987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/5392588167431410987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/2009/04/shopaholic-ties-knot-but-is-it-on-too.html' title='Shopaholic Ties The Knot.... but is it on too tight?'/><author><name>Sarcastic Raii!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05345851662356649345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_natoT_ZW3Bo/SfWV3vUBmUI/AAAAAAAAACg/rrTP-TOSG2k/S220/icon_tvshowmassie003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252407436784852372.post-7787101763957527</id><published>2009-04-12T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:57:02.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Come feel this magic.</title><content type='html'>Listening to The Best Day by Taylor Swift. Loveeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do anything right now. Well, so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rry&lt;/span&gt; if I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my report card today. I simply cannot believe my art grade. 100?! I've been fretting like hellamallabalajamba for third term, even when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; the damned project. Hella had me bent over killing myself over that art grade, and a-whoops—my art teacher decides to be kind. But she's been helling us up like GAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, even the ones who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; doing their work as much as they can (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; of my friends, and me, partially, but you know, I've been fretting like "OH MY SHEMAIIIIIIIIII" and shiz). I did my bookmark, but the rock thing wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; good, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short, my 100 does not make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nor does my parent's reaction to it, for there were exemption slips given &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; my grade. So, no absolute sense. They were already disappointed in me—I wouldn't get to do anything about it, but they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already knew&lt;/span&gt;. So, what gives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going absolutely nuts right now. (Listening to Forever &amp;amp; Always by Taylor Swift. Now—You Found Me by The Fray.) Well, you can't blame me—I think anyone in the right mind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; go freaking nuts. GAH. Srsly, my report card is taunting me—what have I ever done wrong to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;? Except be its owner? My grades are high, thank you very much. The lowest grade you'll see there is 93. And this one absent is something I srsly don't remember. I've never been absent in that term... as far as I can remember. Well, at least, they know that I've never been late. It would be a conspiracy if I did—I've never, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; been late in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Less on my reportcardissues. And more on why-the-hell-is-my-brother-watching-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, not on that too. (Listening to The Best Days Of Your Life by Kellie Pickler. I can sorta hear Taylor Swift in the background.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm (not) going to shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought four books yesterday—&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read My Lips&lt;/span&gt; (It's about a girl named Selena—or Serena? I don't remember—and she's deaf, but she can read lips, so she has a knack for getting gossip), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That Summer&lt;/span&gt; (The only thing I'm missing from Sarah Dessen's novels—besides &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Along For the Ride&lt;/span&gt;, but that's not out yet), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Airhead&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ransom My Heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited because I've been looking high and low for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ransom My Heart&lt;/span&gt;. It's by Mia Thermopolis, Meg Cabot's heroine in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Princess Diaries&lt;/span&gt;. Gah, I love that series, and from the excerpts I read out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever Princess&lt;/span&gt;. I super loved the book. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I mean. But I'm sure I'll love Ransom My Heart. Plus points? There's smut. Mmmm. =p~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopaholic Ties the Knot&lt;/span&gt;. I've read the first 2 books. It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;, not to mention Luke Brandon is... mmm. =p~ =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fanfic now is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexy Playgroup Dads&lt;/span&gt;, but I've been too distracted to read it, so I'm still reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just plurking now... talking with my plurk friends, such as Rie and Zee. It's nice to know that you can keep up with old friends and make new ones online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, other than that, I have absolutely nothing more to blog about, except on my whiny rants that I want the Night Huntress Series by Jeaniene Frost, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; because it has smut and/or vampires, but because I like it. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;*raissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252407436784852372-7787101763957527?l=bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/feeds/7787101763957527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252407436784852372&amp;postID=7787101763957527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/7787101763957527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/7787101763957527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-feel-this-magic.html' title='Come feel this magic.'/><author><name>Sarcastic Raii!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05345851662356649345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_natoT_ZW3Bo/SfWV3vUBmUI/AAAAAAAAACg/rrTP-TOSG2k/S220/icon_tvshowmassie003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252407436784852372.post-7987817074112681385</id><published>2009-04-02T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:57:09.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabbles'/><title type='text'>Great legends aren't perfect.</title><content type='html'>Just a random thoughts blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I like this day. For the first half, I got to play LocoRoco in my PSP. Heheh, it's actually a pretty childish game, to be truthful (I learned it from the cousin who I seriously hate—but shh about that. ;]), but it's pretty fun. All with the tumbling little fat things and the weird flowers and the ugly Mojo-Moho-Mosomething. It's fuuuuun. @-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, I needed to use the internet. A day ain't that complete for me. Fo'Sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanfic: Fame and Fate. Status: In-Progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. I really want to read what is next for that shiz. &lt;u&gt;ericastwilight&lt;/u&gt; is an awesome author—seriously, I love three of her stories: Fame and Fate (this, obviously), Up to Speed, and MY ALL TIME FAVORITE: Subject: Edward Cullen, A.K.A. the Womanizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shizzle I love the Womanizer story. =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much typed and plurked (Elloe to my plurk friends, especially Rie and Zee.:]) most of the time, then had to turn off the internet. Woo go LocoRoco.B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back—I'm currently reading The Office. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And good grief, if this isn't smuttalicious, good grief, what is?&lt;/span&gt; It's by kyla713 &amp;amp; tby789. I quite need a break from the smuttaliciousness of it, so I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Happens in Hollywood&lt;/span&gt; by McCullen. It's turning out quite funny—Bella &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; oblivious. Very much, America's Sweetheart. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Bella blushed everytime sex is mentioned. It's quite funny, really. Or even when she thinks of it. I wouldn't call this malicious, but as the WHIH Rosalie Hale had pointed it out, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; quite funny. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -8px;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I LOVE THE PRINCESS DIARIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*raissa. &lt;/span&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252407436784852372-7987817074112681385?l=bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/feeds/7987817074112681385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252407436784852372&amp;postID=7987817074112681385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/7987817074112681385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/7987817074112681385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-legends-arent-perfect.html' title='Great legends aren&apos;t perfect.'/><author><name>Sarcastic Raii!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05345851662356649345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_natoT_ZW3Bo/SfWV3vUBmUI/AAAAAAAAACg/rrTP-TOSG2k/S220/icon_tvshowmassie003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252407436784852372.post-5271790312702417489</id><published>2009-03-20T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:57:29.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobbyloolahh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bobb familyy'/><title type='text'>I always needed a piece of you to hang on to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I`m not sappy. I swear, goodness, I`m not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I`ll really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; miss 6C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I only making this blog now? Basically because for me, I will not see them until next SY. I saw them today, and that still counts as seeing my friends today.&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;*reminiscence mode*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOBBFAMILYY (I say family `cos I feel family in them.:]); read this, luvs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6C. What can I say? I really love this class. I won`t go to the extent of it, though. All I could say that there were good times and bad times, but the good overrule the bad. I found great friends, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kulit&lt;/span&gt; friends, and though I`m not really tight with most of them, I`ll still miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; (note: I hate some people in this class. Well, I couldn`t say it was perfect, ye know) of them. My friends, the Bobs, my classmates (yes, honestly, I couldn`t care to enumerate, one of the parts of the hating-them-too), and my teachers, especially our adviser, Sir Maiq, and my fave teachers, Ms. Mabalot, Ms. Jas (Of course!), and Sir Javi. YEAH ROLLERCOASTER. B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the first part of the school year. Hmm. I never thought I`d be close to any of the 6C people, basically because I was really tight with my best friend at that time. Well, I thought I was, until we fought. Of course, I was really hurt, almost losing my best friend with a reason I didn`t even understand until it was explained later on. But of course, though I am a grudge-holder, that`s not the point. My 6C friends were there; more specifically, Jan, Selina, and Regina. They let me be with them, and I was really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got my best friend back, I got more-Close friends in the class. I got closer to almost all the girls, especially my now-BobbFamily which, though, did not exist at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas gimmick-consider me loving my section friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the school year, I started going with Melissa, Jan, and Dianne, and I honestly thought that i would feel a bit O.P. I didn`t have a fight, this time around, thank goodness; I went because I enjoyed their company (not that I didn`t enjoy my best friends'; I just liked their company a lot, and I felt that I sometimes felt OP, so it was good, anyway). I didn`t feel O.P. at all, we would've adapted to any environment. And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; mean any. Serious (what more, with our resident serious-person, Melissa, and me, occassionally, tee-hee), or retarded (Bob, Bobby, tis applies to you MWEHEHEHEH). I really love my friends, and though my section annoys the hellatta me, I still love them to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bobb gimmick was really fun. Although Bobbyloolahlee and Bobbyloolahleelahlay couldn`t have joined us, I enjoyed, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Starbucks, knowing Kim was already there. She was in the parking lot pala.:)) Afterwards, Selina, Dianne, and Trina were already there. They came from PowerBooks. Then Jan arrived. We relocated and shiz, so we moved where we were sitting to a place with more seats. Kim&amp;amp;Selina decided to get Starbucks, then Melissa arrived, and she also bought. I was speaking to Selina, then the dude called out, "Jasper and Emmett!" so I laughed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so freaking hard&lt;/span&gt;. Melissa heard it too, and she was like "What?" I was laughing too much; Selina did it in purpose. Good grief, I couldn`t stop laughing. I promised to buy DQ later on with the name of either &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesse&lt;/span&gt; (Mediator by Meg Cabot. It`s a girl`s name, a guy`s name, &lt;s&gt;and the hott ghost`s name&lt;/s&gt;.:&gt;) or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to check the movie stuff, then someone remembered Regina (who wasn`t there pa) watched Sundo the previous day and said it was reaaaally scaryy. I think it was Jan. We then went inside, then this girl went to us and asked us if we wanted to sign up for this raffle thing where we could win free summer lessons. Trina made the mistake of saying, "Sure" so the girl was like telling us to sign up. I saved the day by saying, "We`ll sign up na lang later." The girl was persistent before, but she finally let us go and we laughed so much.:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left then went to the cinemas and bought our tickets and shiz. So, yeah. We started getting food (lunch). I didn`t wanna go all the way to the food court so I bought Smokey's na lang. So did... Selina, Regina, and Dianne. Trina and Jan bought popcorn na, Melissa and Kim bought fries. I had the ginormous popcorn when we watched the movie. It was so awesome, yet weird. WELL IT`S ALIENS, MAN! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we went na to PictureCity. WOOT! \:D/ I got black stuff on my foot.:| Melly saw it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was our turn, it was so weird, `cos we were playing in there and taking our own pics. The camera dude was so tagaal kasee. We tried calling him, pero wait lang daw. IT WAS FUN ANYWAYS. @-) We kept playing with the stuff toys, which all had a tear DOWN THERE. Between the legs. =)))))))) So afterwards, we kept trying to find our places, pero di pa naman, so we were playing with the stuff toys. I had the dolphin stuff toy in my hand, then I "accidentally" (Actually, it was more like absentmindedly or subconsciously) placed the dolphin in the tear of the panda and they were like "RAISSA!" Then Trina also did it ON PURPOSE talaga and we were having so much fun, throwing them at each other. BAGOOSH.:))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m not gonna elaborate how I looked like in the photos. It was so crappy.:)) Anyways, we had fun taking them, `cos when Regina was changing the backgrounds, she was like "I work here kasi." then we all laughed. The next shot, she also changed the background, so the guy was like, "Sige, you`re hired." =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last shot was HILARIOUS. Not because I looked like &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; but because we carried Bob. xD Well, Selina did, then we were just lifting her legs. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, Kim had to go na.:( So we were all, "BYE KIM/BOBBIN" and hugging her and shiz. So we made her hatid, but we were all in PowerBooks na eh.:)) I got to buy Teen Idol. \m/ Selina bought the first two books of The Mediator, which is nice. Jan won`t buy them, though she`s looking for a new series to read. BUY THE PRINCESS DIARIES MUNA BOB! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we went up, while we were going na to Picture City to pick our pics up, I was like, "WE LEFT MELISSA!" I laughed. Then the dude gave it to us na. I looked sooo crappy in teh pics. Dayummn. So after that, Dianne and Trina had to go na.:( We just gave them the pics na lang. I still have Erika`s and Ella`s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we (Melissa, Jan, Regina, Jan, and I) went to a stall near human and saw Trina there, so she sat with us. I bought a Coke &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a water bottle. Selina bought a cake, so we were like, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLA WHEREVER YOU ARE!" Then we sung it, and Melissa ran away. The girls from the stall were laughing at us. Melissa went back when we were done, and we all dug in. I loved the white chocolate. B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN HAD A PIC OF THE MOOSHED CAKE, AND A VID OF SELINA EATING IT. SHE BETTA GIVE THEM TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating a little, Trina left na. After eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; of it, we quit so Selina had it in a box, then she needed to go na rin.:( We went to the cinemas and said goodbye to her. We dropped her off there na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to TimeZone to play until 6. I got my own TimeZone card. It had a Pepsi logo in it. B-) I was the cheapestest. I only loaded 100. xD It okay, Bob was kind enough to let me use her card. After this two games of throwing and aiming (I forgot the game`s name! I lahvs it anyways), Regina had to go na.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jan just kept playing Time Crisis games and the like. I WAS BETTER THAN HER.:o Slightly lang.:)) I paid for some of my games, some, she paid for them. SWIPE SWIPE. xD Also for the other games. We played Deal or No Deal. I accidentally pressed our 'personal briefcase'. I was like, "SHIZ SORRY, I THOUGHT FIRST ROUND NA." Melissa paid for it, and she only got four tickets out of it. We went racing naman. B-) Two games, one mine, one Jan`s payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the gorilla thing (MAN ITS EYES WERE CREEPTACULARR. I stared at it and it was like @-|). We were curious so I went first. It was shocking you pala. Well, more like vibrating. Jan tried it next, she got until the 1000! But her had was shakingggggg na talaga.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were gonna play the throwing games (Humpty Dumpty! :"&gt;), we realized it was already FIVE-FIFTY-EIGHT.:| Melissa had to go na.:(((((((( I hugged her for one last time and finished my game. I called my mom and Jan went down with me. I was happy, though I sorta wish we could`ve been a) complete, and b) together longer. I lahved the time we spent together, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wish we could`ve spent more time with them, but I had no regrets. 6C, especially the Bobbs, had taught me important lessons on taking life to its peak. Being a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rollercoaster had already ended, but hey, no regrets. I enjoyed. I wished I could`ve had more solid memories, such as pictures, but I guess my memory will do for now. I just hope I don`t get Amnesia or Alzheimer`s. :)) -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*bobbyloolahh of the BobbFamilyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252407436784852372-5271790312702417489?l=bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/feeds/5271790312702417489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252407436784852372&amp;postID=5271790312702417489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/5271790312702417489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252407436784852372/posts/default/5271790312702417489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookbutterfly26.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-always-needed-piece-of-you-to-hang-on.html' title='I always needed a piece of you to hang on to.'/><author><name>Sarcastic Raii!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05345851662356649345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_natoT_ZW3Bo/SfWV3vUBmUI/AAAAAAAAACg/rrTP-TOSG2k/S220/icon_tvshowmassie003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252407436784852372.post-3279471181694784878</id><published>2009-03-16T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:57:45.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobbyloolahh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>First and foremost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_natoT_ZW3Bo/Sb4kfHqXvhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eIyDzKr5s0U/s1600-h/bumper_awesomeness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_natoT_ZW3Bo/Sb4kfHqXvhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eIyDzKr5s0U/s320/bumper_awesomeness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313724727395073554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/raissa/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello, dearie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Welcome to my very first blog (yes, I deleted everything else). Honestly, I don`t know why, but hey! Welcome here! Welcome to my innermost thoughts and all my &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;. Normally, I wouldn`t cuss online, but you know, I honestly don`t care right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That`s pretty much it. I`m out. 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