<?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-1730590263060141889</id><updated>2012-01-30T02:30:29.181+08:00</updated><category term='Screenshot'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Photojournal'/><category term='Formspring'/><category term='Tutorial'/><category term='Personality'/><category term='Fun Things'/><category term='Awesome Finds'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='Do-It-Yourself'/><category term='Blog Update'/><category term='Pottermore'/><category term='Tag Replies'/><category term='Ten Day Challenge'/><category term='Drawings'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Health'/><category term='School'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>★ Italicized</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5362213172490081180</id><published>2012-01-28T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T02:30:29.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Mich's Debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Monday, January 23, 2012, Mich turned 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Let there be pictures! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have tons more but many of them didn't come out right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJKKru1DUqs/TyHxyJW9jgI/AAAAAAAAAwg/XUkwKlrwsLw/s1600/DSCF2501.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJKKru1DUqs/TyHxyJW9jgI/AAAAAAAAAwg/XUkwKlrwsLw/s320/DSCF2501.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pARiprmArI0/TyHvEXcdYzI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Rp1SOdE631E/s1600/DSCF2494.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ng9DUp8etuA/TyH3gVRa78I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1nEyib_S-oM/s320/DSCF2531.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KeZU4b_cuFw/TyH32e4IBWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/A9Qv8Ei7svo/s1600/DSCF2537.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KeZU4b_cuFw/TyH32e4IBWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/A9Qv8Ei7svo/s320/DSCF2537.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't like my dress but hey, I couldn't let that keep me from enjoying the party. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mich had the typical 18 candles, 18 roses and 18 treasures; 'lovely' doesn't even begin to describe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It kind of made me regret not preparing enough for when I had mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We got home pretty late that night; near morning, actually. It was a tedious journey home. I even tripped on my dress, believe it or not. The complementary mugs she gave out broke my fall and I had received but a scratch, but we arrived home with one less mug. |: It was upsetting cause I really liked it. Poor thing got shattered into a million bits upon impact with the floor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5362213172490081180?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5362213172490081180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2012/01/michs-debut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5362213172490081180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5362213172490081180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2012/01/michs-debut.html' title='Mich&apos;s Debut'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJKKru1DUqs/TyHxyJW9jgI/AAAAAAAAAwg/XUkwKlrwsLw/s72-c/DSCF2501.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2448905365691477733</id><published>2012-01-23T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T12:52:18.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Arise Davao</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="200" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/anna7293/IMG0041.gif" style="float: left; padding-right: 10px;" width="122" /&gt;It has come to my attention that I am incapable of properly crossing my eyes. HAHA. Now, why don't we break down what happened during the time I was gone, shall we? Let's see just how far back I can actually remember. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 14, 2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had NSTP on this Saturday, like we always do on Saturdays, and we began the first day of our fieldwork. :D We taught children! :D Our purok (which means subdivision, I think) leader hadn't quite settled the definite list of prospect students yet so we had to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;conjure&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;up a list of students all on our own. So, the children lined up for registration and boy, was the turn out amazing. We ended up taking in 70 children when we were only prepared for 40. Admittedly, I was partially to blame. I helped record names and I just couldn't bring myself to say no to them when we reached the cut-off point. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a stubborn soft spot for children, you see, and it would have broke my heart to have to deny any of these kids. I was delighted to be immersed in a sea of children but I felt a horrid surge of distress towards the end. LOL. There were just too many of them and as much as I love children, their numbers were just overly intimidating, to say the least. It was all rather overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NeVk6zTOATY/TxzIBo2cIpI/AAAAAAAAAuI/vUR_msqt3gA/s1600/DSCF2381.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NeVk6zTOATY/TxzIBo2cIpI/AAAAAAAAAuI/vUR_msqt3gA/s320/DSCF2381.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M81mdHKSBHQ/TxzIlMjLDnI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/16qAZ5qqDeg/s1600/DSCF2382.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M81mdHKSBHQ/TxzIlMjLDnI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/16qAZ5qqDeg/s320/DSCF2382.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdlOW3_98ug/TxzJErnnO7I/AAAAAAAAAuY/Xr3DL1xEyqo/s1600/DSCF2383.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdlOW3_98ug/TxzJErnnO7I/AAAAAAAAAuY/Xr3DL1xEyqo/s320/DSCF2383.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vJg1bDdkUM/TxzJkW59DgI/AAAAAAAAAug/bgyUwpoDOLQ/s1600/DSCF2384.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vJg1bDdkUM/TxzJkW59DgI/AAAAAAAAAug/bgyUwpoDOLQ/s320/DSCF2384.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12_e3hR0K0w/TxzKFu8HNzI/AAAAAAAAAuo/XqD846yjqX0/s1600/DSCF2385.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12_e3hR0K0w/TxzKFu8HNzI/AAAAAAAAAuo/XqD846yjqX0/s320/DSCF2385.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, it was all in good fun and I arrived home tried yet beyond satisfied. After about an hour or so of rest, Jason and I attended a free concert. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4OXWZKZJ5I/TxzTKZY2OgI/AAAAAAAAAuw/8GPl-YtI7Ac/s1600/DSCF2387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4OXWZKZJ5I/TxzTKZY2OgI/AAAAAAAAAuw/8GPl-YtI7Ac/s320/DSCF2387.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJpjSl-xM_k/TxzTQW9gemI/AAAAAAAAAu4/5_d7fLma5a8/s1600/DSCF2388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJpjSl-xM_k/TxzTQW9gemI/AAAAAAAAAu4/5_d7fLma5a8/s320/DSCF2388.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1zh_3dTlk4/TxzVzlJiSEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/xR8sW8W8ibo/s1600/DSCF2389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1zh_3dTlk4/TxzVzlJiSEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/xR8sW8W8ibo/s320/DSCF2389.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was loads of fun. :D And hence, the reason behind this blog post's title. I have three pictures cause I only remembered that I had my camera with me when everyone started taking pictures at the end. "Aww, I wish I bought my camera. Oh wait, I did". LOL, FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 15, 2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the only things I remember doing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Photoshop session with Ron! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlfWziTP888/TxzZiHli-lI/AAAAAAAAAvI/HJjziSrutQ4/s1600/LOLANNA.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlfWziTP888/TxzZiHli-lI/AAAAAAAAAvI/HJjziSrutQ4/s320/LOLANNA.png" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zBBEAzEDE0/TxzZjxn04sI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/W-gwj35BsRE/s1600/Potential+Final+02.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zBBEAzEDE0/TxzZjxn04sI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/W-gwj35BsRE/s320/Potential+Final+02.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about NSTP this week soon but right now, I have to make my way to Jezreel's to get ready for a debut we'll be attending this evening. I've so many things to prepare. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2448905365691477733?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2448905365691477733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2012/01/arise-davao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2448905365691477733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2448905365691477733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2012/01/arise-davao.html' title='Arise Davao'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NeVk6zTOATY/TxzIBo2cIpI/AAAAAAAAAuI/vUR_msqt3gA/s72-c/DSCF2381.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5331485289299411821</id><published>2012-01-13T14:30:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T01:54:33.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawings'/><title type='text'>Spirited Awaaaaaay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;I've been having such awful dreams lately, from killer dolls to psychopathic children. And, what's worse is that people dear to me get hurt. It's unfair that I can only vividly remember my dreams when they're bad, never good. Did you know that, according to Wikipedia,&amp;nbsp;studies of dreams have estimated that about 75% of dream content or emotions are negative?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;But anyway, these are some of the drawings I've done in the past two weeks. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;*Hi Joey, This is Bien! :D&lt;br /&gt;"Hi joeeey(high pitch), This is not james."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAHA. My classmates are cool. I was editing this blog post in class and Bien and James decided to leave me a message in the little time I was away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And now, moving on to them drawings! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a26PWh_5GDI/Tw99UfuH_NI/AAAAAAAAAtk/w8KxAznBths/s1600/Ganbatte+Fixed.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a26PWh_5GDI/Tw99UfuH_NI/AAAAAAAAAtk/w8KxAznBths/s320/Ganbatte+Fixed.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Credits: (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://raindropmemory.deviantart.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Background&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydoubtedheart.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ron&lt;/a&gt; was going to get his 'O' level results so I drew this up to wish &amp;nbsp;him the best of luck. And, I don't know, I watched Spirited Away that same day so I suddenly decided to draw, it might not be very obvious, Chihiro, the lead kid in the animation. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallpaperfox.com/thumbnails/detail/20110923/spirited-away---010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://www.wallpaperfox.com/thumbnails/detail/20110923/spirited-away---010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;LOL. It turned out so different from my reference. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As for these, cleaning around, I found old sketches of mine back when I was in primary/elementary school. I redrew them. :D All of them need a drastic costume though but, eh, I was satisfied enough with these. :D When I have the time, I'd gladly work on them further and color and stuff. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IKxOaNq1gU4/Tw_2l-F1XCI/AAAAAAAAAts/ZJ-S_4qUzOw/s1600/Revival+01-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IKxOaNq1gU4/Tw_2l-F1XCI/AAAAAAAAAts/ZJ-S_4qUzOw/s320/Revival+01-1.png" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmOUIYkB6zk/Tw_2nnq7e8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/UWm34jCncBc/s1600/Revival+02-2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmOUIYkB6zk/Tw_2nnq7e8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/UWm34jCncBc/s320/Revival+02-2.png" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPw3PY6jYpQ/Tw_2pcSyF4I/AAAAAAAAAt8/zSvtT8uOv_k/s1600/Revival+03-2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPw3PY6jYpQ/Tw_2pcSyF4I/AAAAAAAAAt8/zSvtT8uOv_k/s320/Revival+03-2.png" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5331485289299411821?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5331485289299411821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2012/01/spirited-awaaaaaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5331485289299411821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5331485289299411821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2012/01/spirited-awaaaaaay.html' title='Spirited Awaaaaaay'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a26PWh_5GDI/Tw99UfuH_NI/AAAAAAAAAtk/w8KxAznBths/s72-c/Ganbatte+Fixed.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2122406972053382383</id><published>2011-12-29T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:33:29.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I'd Still Rather Go Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>Hey you there, the Jolliest Christmas to you.&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;br /&gt;My sincerest apologies for the belated greet but, as you know, 2012 is just around the bend so I've been awfully busy with New Year's business and what not; the whole family has been. And oh, dad's here too, practically knee-deep in the hubbub of the ongoing New Year preparations. Well, not exactly but you know, he's getting stuff done; to the house, particularly. :D It's all quite exciting. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were clearing out Jason's room yesterday and there I found my old inline skates. Jason's supposed bedroom currently doubles as a sort of storage room, bursting with boxes and boxes of stuff from papers to widgets that date back to who knows when. It had to be sorted out sooner or later. No better time than the present, I reckon. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rseDV5r9h8/Tvs-_VurvvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ElSHLxQ5F7Q/s1600/IMG_3974.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rseDV5r9h8/Tvs-_VurvvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ElSHLxQ5F7Q/s320/IMG_3974.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These inline skates of mine have been with me, if my memory serves me right, almost 7 years now. I believe I got them when I was a wee 11 year old girl. What's awesome is that they still fit, snug like a glove.&amp;nbsp;I guess not having had really grown all these years does have its advantages. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Behold, the Adventures of Daddy and Co. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll leave you with random pictures from our ventures of massive fun since I'm just way too tired to bother elaborating on anything. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQ_5rmuY4HQ/TvtCW75sjYI/AAAAAAAAAq0/W2xCQFVQUqs/s1600/IMG_36s75.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQ_5rmuY4HQ/TvtCW75sjYI/AAAAAAAAAq0/W2xCQFVQUqs/s320/IMG_36s75.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8yOt7XLITM/TvtCc4bL46I/AAAAAAAAAq8/ux2L2YKCTDg/s1600/IMG_3664.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8yOt7XLITM/TvtCc4bL46I/AAAAAAAAAq8/ux2L2YKCTDg/s320/IMG_3664.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h526XXre8xU/TvtCjcVLRrI/AAAAAAAAArE/DyWfSTtaHOU/s1600/IMG_3669.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h526XXre8xU/TvtCjcVLRrI/AAAAAAAAArE/DyWfSTtaHOU/s320/IMG_3669.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYZHmG6Aq-0/TvtFvnt0T6I/AAAAAAAAArQ/ex0wyl4n2LM/s1600/IMG_374d9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYZHmG6Aq-0/TvtFvnt0T6I/AAAAAAAAArQ/ex0wyl4n2LM/s320/IMG_374d9.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUapZ4tW_Z8/TvtULPUoBWI/AAAAAAAAArc/K0LnxMYc-xU/s1600/IMG_3958.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUapZ4tW_Z8/TvtULPUoBWI/AAAAAAAAArc/K0LnxMYc-xU/s400/IMG_3958.png" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I'll upload the rest some other time. I have a&amp;nbsp;reunion&amp;nbsp;to attend to tomorrow; ought to get some shut eye. And oh, we've got hamsters. :) You'll have to wait till I get better pictures of them though. Fidgety little critters won't let me take a good shot. LOL. OH WELLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, let me show you what I gave CJ for our class's gift-exchange thing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsIE-oOADYs/Tvtn2q7goqI/AAAAAAAAAro/1zojSxN5kUk/s1600/sdsd.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsIE-oOADYs/Tvtn2q7goqI/AAAAAAAAAro/1zojSxN5kUk/s320/sdsd.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a notebook with a grenade-mold cover. It's an awesome notebook. And, quite honestly, I gave it away with the heaviest heart. LOL. But I guess it's alright. :)) I could always buy myself one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, me.&lt;br /&gt;And good morning, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2122406972053382383?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2122406972053382383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/12/id-still-rather-go-ice-skating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2122406972053382383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2122406972053382383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/12/id-still-rather-go-ice-skating.html' title='I&apos;d Still Rather Go Ice Skating'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rseDV5r9h8/Tvs-_VurvvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ElSHLxQ5F7Q/s72-c/IMG_3974.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-3644369850532688916</id><published>2011-12-04T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:12:39.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Perky's Preparty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hi there, I'm a walrus and I like ice cream. :3 Haha. It's Perky's birthday today but yesterday, a pre-party was held and I have pictures :) But before I get to that, let me first take you back to how my Saturday started. :D Cue flashback! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up rather early for a Saturday morning and for the entire first half of the day, I, basically, worked on my blog. :)) After many grueling hours of coding and photoshop and coding, I'm done with it. I'm finally done with it. :D Let's all momentarily stare at a celebratory piece of cheese!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://easymacandcheese.com/wp-content/uploads/cheese_oh_cheese.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;LOL. Apologies. I haven't had cheese for quite some time now and I guess it shows that I'm starting to crave. :)) Oh, have you heard of smoked cheese?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aBZww0e_SZE/TtuP1ey58vI/AAAAAAAAApc/fKjokZYlDuw/s200/Untitled-1.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I swear, it's food for the gods. LOL. I can assure you it's nothing short of the heavenliest thing to ever grace my&amp;nbsp;palate. And oh gosh, when you eat it with bread, GOSH. Tantalizingly sublime cheesy goodness. *Nod nod*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, anyway, enough of all that dairy. :)) As I was saying, I'm finally done with the new blog design and I'm a satisfied little trout. :D Moving on along, on Saturday, I woke up and coded away all the time I had left before heading off to school for NSTP. And then, I had NSTP. LOL. After which, I met up with Gabee, Dave and my brother, Jason. Why, you ask? TO HAVE ICE CREAM AT ABREEZA. :D Forgive me for I have sinned. LOL. I completely forgot what the name of the ice cream place was. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;More accurately, I got a little too excited and the&amp;nbsp;over stimulation&amp;nbsp;rendered me partially illiterate. All that really &amp;nbsp;mattered to me was the ice cream. :)) And for good reason, I might add. Ice cream's awesome. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZfbSY-Ubcc/TtpjGKNlGeI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Y_XtMBDI4-Y/s1600/DSCF2009.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZfbSY-Ubcc/TtpjGKNlGeI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Y_XtMBDI4-Y/s320/DSCF2009.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEYypMYur-I/TtpjqZ6_NsI/AAAAAAAAAoM/guNwSllZvDY/s1600/DSCF2010.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEYypMYur-I/TtpjqZ6_NsI/AAAAAAAAAoM/guNwSllZvDY/s320/DSCF2010.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raxIB-YZRTw/Ttpk7OSFR0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/UWMyfISI0us/s1600/DSCF2012.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raxIB-YZRTw/Ttpk7OSFR0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/UWMyfISI0us/s320/DSCF2012.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got the flavors green apple and mandarin orange. In hindsight, I should have went with better, creamier flavors cause the fruity ones I settled with seemed way too popsicle-like; it was a tad disappointing. It tasted nonetheless good but I still can't shake the feeling that I might have been better off buying several sticks of&amp;nbsp;popsicles rather than&amp;nbsp;splurging P100 on this. |: I could have even saved a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, you win some, you lose some. And I've evidently lost this one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;BUT GOOD ICE CREAM IS GOOD. I'm not going to complain. :)) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you've been to Abreeza often enough, you should have noticed how their exhaust vents are conveniently lined along the front of the mall. Well, we certainly did and Dave and Jason decided to have some fun. We all know how exhaust vents work, yes? They blow out air, they help ventilate. Now imagine how much air is needed to be blown out to help properly ventilate a&amp;nbsp;gargantuan&amp;nbsp;mall like Abreeza. The exhaust vents were vicious and these two seemed like they were having the time of their lives. If only you could have seen them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdcVHQCvkaE/TtpmXGw94GI/AAAAAAAAAok/fyP0CxQ37UI/s1600/DSCF2018.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdcVHQCvkaE/TtpmXGw94GI/AAAAAAAAAok/fyP0CxQ37UI/s320/DSCF2018.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvAP5ZFekuU/TtpmvpIn7AI/AAAAAAAAAos/K1d9OqP-XtE/s1600/DSCF2019.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvAP5ZFekuU/TtpmvpIn7AI/AAAAAAAAAos/K1d9OqP-XtE/s320/DSCF2019.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2HTFuU_0aM/TtpnOLihtAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/AIFjkyRzbY8/s1600/DSCF2020.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2HTFuU_0aM/TtpnOLihtAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/AIFjkyRzbY8/s320/DSCF2020.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rty45_itF8A/TtpnnjgEPJI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5bt0nQqoN1I/s1600/DSCF2021.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rty45_itF8A/TtpnnjgEPJI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5bt0nQqoN1I/s320/DSCF2021.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Exz-nGRklpg/Ttpn__cge0I/AAAAAAAAApE/Zaj-NIxrAp0/s1600/DSCF2024.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Exz-nGRklpg/Ttpn__cge0I/AAAAAAAAApE/Zaj-NIxrAp0/s320/DSCF2024.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They spent a good 15 minutes at the vents. If it weren't for Perky's party, I know they surely would have stayed much longer. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfWrPfRp4Ho/TtrsLsDhuvI/AAAAAAAAApM/G9jAj27e1bY/s1600/DSCF2038.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfWrPfRp4Ho/TtrsLsDhuvI/AAAAAAAAApM/G9jAj27e1bY/s320/DSCF2038.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGoo5NW59-k/Ttrsonp0qPI/AAAAAAAAApU/wXVkp2RbU6s/s1600/DSCF2040.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGoo5NW59-k/Ttrsonp0qPI/AAAAAAAAApU/wXVkp2RbU6s/s320/DSCF2040.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And blah blah blah, party. At around 10pm, we walked from Perky's house to McDonald's Matina where I thought I could have those awesome Cadbury McFlurry things but it turned out they were out on ice cream. Annnnd people left and Jason and I found ourselves home by 1am. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I guess that pretty much concludes what became of my Saturday. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've seriously got to finish up the powerpoint for Programming Languages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-3644369850532688916?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3644369850532688916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/12/perkys-preparty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3644369850532688916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3644369850532688916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/12/perkys-preparty.html' title='Perky&apos;s Preparty'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aBZww0e_SZE/TtuP1ey58vI/AAAAAAAAApc/fKjokZYlDuw/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1576630879399463810</id><published>2011-12-03T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:41:42.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Pictures Long Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;PHOTO GALLERY TIME! :3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, as the title suggests, these are pictures long overdue. They're from Liane's debut and yay, they're pretty. :D We're pretty. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNZOgJ6BHxY/Twkrt2hQr8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/rTSFF4ESAlw/s1600/sds.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNZOgJ6BHxY/Twkrt2hQr8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/rTSFF4ESAlw/s400/sds.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odQwYHUZ9e0/TwkrxfzrdbI/AAAAAAAAAsE/UvOD9rG-iSo/s1600/sdsd.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odQwYHUZ9e0/TwkrxfzrdbI/AAAAAAAAAsE/UvOD9rG-iSo/s400/sdsd.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ-3YI_XWs0/Twkr0KZscaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/bSGMbESzyyk/s1600/sdsdas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ-3YI_XWs0/Twkr0KZscaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/bSGMbESzyyk/s400/sdsdas.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;I felt so different, so out of place. Everyone seemed so casual while I was in my shiny dress. I FELT DREADFULLY OVERDRESSED. But yeah, all was well. People didn't seem to notice nor care. LOL. It probably was just paranoid little me. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;I had the best time at the party. And oh, good gosh, you wouldn't guess what we did after the program.&amp;nbsp;WE WATCHED SPONGEBOB. Hahahahahaha. After the gift-giving, the eighteen roses and dinner, I, alongside the&amp;nbsp;débutante&amp;nbsp;and friends, proceeded up to the room Liane booked for the night and kept the TV channeled to Nickelodeon for the rest of the evening. It was&amp;nbsp;invigorating. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Well anyway, I can't really afford to stay online much longer. I've things I need to do before NSTP at noon. Actually, it's at 1pm but I need to convince myself otherwise or else I might as very well be running late yet again. TILL NEXT TIME! I'll be attending Perky's 20th birthday today but I'm not going to promise pictures in any case I fail to take any. That way, I think I'd be able to better cope with the guilt. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Considering this post is after all entitled as it is, I think it wouldn't hurt to put up a couple more pictures. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNTl49N_2RU/TwksMBkl2JI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KEzll0g29sk/s1600/asdasdasds.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNTl49N_2RU/TwksMBkl2JI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KEzll0g29sk/s400/asdasdasds.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x8F7mVeVXWo/TwksRcWMs2I/AAAAAAAAAsc/03IyXEMgwFs/s1600/asdfasdsd.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x8F7mVeVXWo/TwksRcWMs2I/AAAAAAAAAsc/03IyXEMgwFs/s400/asdfasdsd.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vpdcbpcJYfI/TwksV4VCpEI/AAAAAAAAAsk/c7zYb42rp00/s1600/asds.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vpdcbpcJYfI/TwksV4VCpEI/AAAAAAAAAsk/c7zYb42rp00/s400/asds.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. and Miss Teen Davao Finals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HF46AFDnBy8/TtmIBgZQdkI/AAAAAAAAAns/f_iXSVrhQCQ/s400/390740_10150401394298292_531768291_8526948_s1936815196_n.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uzd5tf1AlZI/TtmIvC4EeVI/AAAAAAAAAn8/UXoRfr6QEBE/s400/384808_10150401392738292s_531768291_8526938_1965752125_n.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yay! And it's off to get ready school. :D&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/1730590263060141889-1576630879399463810?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1576630879399463810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/12/pictures-long-overdue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1576630879399463810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1576630879399463810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/12/pictures-long-overdue.html' title='Pictures Long Overdue'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNZOgJ6BHxY/Twkrt2hQr8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/rTSFF4ESAlw/s72-c/sds.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4535799007968802610</id><published>2011-12-01T00:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:36:28.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screenshot'/><title type='text'>I Want My Own Domain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb0j2YzkyvM/TtZV1RBWbHI/AAAAAAAAAmc/PMd2SrGnkgI/s1600/tumblr_lus2h7kzvL1qayvd5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb0j2YzkyvM/TtZV1RBWbHI/AAAAAAAAAmc/PMd2SrGnkgI/s320/tumblr_lus2h7kzvL1qayvd5o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess from now on, I'll make a habit out of posting pictures of places I'd rather be. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, you! :D Top of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I reckon you noticed the layout change. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite though with it, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJcIBi33ufM/TtZOKtSZXPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/_CV2CIqcCbA/s1600/Preview.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJcIBi33ufM/TtZOKtSZXPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/_CV2CIqcCbA/s320/Preview.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I planned it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLksvR4GRTc/TtZON0VmDhI/AAAAAAAAAmM/HfPDfhFnt3Q/s1600/Previewing.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLksvR4GRTc/TtZON0VmDhI/AAAAAAAAAmM/HfPDfhFnt3Q/s320/Previewing.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't changed much of anything and it's rending me unrulingly&amp;nbsp;insatiable. But it's best that I let it lie since I've been working on it since noon. It's nearing midnight now; I think I've done enough editing for today. Nothing much going on tonight besides realizing how irksome I find Nuffnang ads to be. Hippidy-moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An entire day free of all academic obligations and I waste it away doing this. It's all too awfully upsetting, really. But yeah, bygones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell it'll be a rather stressful week from here on end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4535799007968802610?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4535799007968802610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-my-own-domain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4535799007968802610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4535799007968802610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-my-own-domain.html' title='I Want My Own Domain'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb0j2YzkyvM/TtZV1RBWbHI/AAAAAAAAAmc/PMd2SrGnkgI/s72-c/tumblr_lus2h7kzvL1qayvd5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7497280503501668598</id><published>2011-11-07T02:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T13:03:44.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Zombie Apocalypse</title><content type='html'>I honestly think I'm way too excited for my own good. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Good evening, everyone. I am Joanna and I will be attending a debut tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Liane's birthday and yay, I got a dress for the occasion. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's later, since it's almost 2am. But it still feels like it's tomorrow so I'm sticking with that; I insist it's not the 7th of November yet untill I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm making extra sure that I get photographic coverage. THE CAMERA'S CHARGING. :D And having had said that, I can assure you that there will be tons of pictures on their way. :D No, I will not tell you the color of my dress; you'll have to be patient like everybody else and wait till I upload the pictures tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I'M SO MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;But oh goody, I feel so much like I'm in that 'Extreme Makeover' show and even I myself am waiting for the grand unveiling. This is all really too exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSJFGJFASGF.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I don't know what has come over me, to be quite honest.&amp;nbsp;I really am just too excited for this thing, practically jittery with excitement.&amp;nbsp;I'm so excited I, at the moment, pathetically can't even think of any other word than 'excited' to better describe how I excited I'm feeling right now.&amp;nbsp;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I haven't worn a pretty dress in so long.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I like the idea of applying eye make-up on myself, by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because like attending parties.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I generally get excited too easily. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, I can't even tell why exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I haven't been blogging as much as I should have and I&amp;nbsp;feel awful. |: &amp;nbsp;I obviously am not disciplined enough to follow through with any of my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, in our NSTP class, the teacher that was temping for M'am Tess that day had us take a leadership style survey thing. I must admit I enjoyed it immensely, given it doubled as somewhat of a personality test as well. Lol, God knows how insanely into I am those things. It was a brief assessment of our leadership skills and was overall rather educational. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four distinguishing types: &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;ominant, &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;nfluencing, &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;teadiness and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;onscientious (DISC)&lt;br /&gt;And with these types came certain advantages and disadvantages. LOL. I feel like such a dweeb, having even copied this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dominant &lt;/b&gt;(2 classmates)&lt;br /&gt;Advantages: Direct, active, decisive&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantages: Too controlling, hates routine, hates details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Influencing &lt;/b&gt;(3 classmates)&lt;br /&gt;Advantages: Gregarious, enthusiastic, extremely flexible&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantages: Not remembering goals, poor follow up, overlooks details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steadiness &lt;/b&gt;(23 classmates)&lt;br /&gt;Advantages: Cooperative, deliberate, supportive&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantages: Fails to confront, dislikes charge, too compromising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conscientious&lt;/b&gt; (3 classmates)&lt;br /&gt;Advantages: Detailed,&amp;nbsp;conscientious, cautious&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantages: Inflexible, rigid, indecisive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed with 'Influencing' as my highest. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that explains why I don't do well with goals. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget! :D&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, November 2, Ailen had her recital at Abreeza. :D&lt;br /&gt;And it was such a coinkidink that I met both Shishi and Thor there.&lt;br /&gt;THEY GOT ME FREE YOGURT, OH MY GOSH. They knew the owner of the yogurt place so they got free&amp;nbsp;promotional&amp;nbsp;yogurt for me.&amp;nbsp;For that ever so brief moment, I was the happiest little girl. Hahaha. Thanks to Shishi and her DSLR, I got to snap pictures of the wonderful Halloween-themed arrangement they had there. Thank you, Shishi! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOL. They were horribly taken by me so I thought I ought to touch them up on photoshop to make them seem okay-looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFfmujhdmr4/TrbN5HA_RpI/AAAAAAAAAlU/r9-EdLMjPVs/s1600/IMG_3470.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFfmujhdmr4/TrbN5HA_RpI/AAAAAAAAAlU/r9-EdLMjPVs/s320/IMG_3470.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTqlrN_02nU/TrbOZ7NZLkI/AAAAAAAAAl0/hRl_CWpThls/s1600/IMG_3475.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTqlrN_02nU/TrbOZ7NZLkI/AAAAAAAAAl0/hRl_CWpThls/s320/IMG_3475.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DoamTn3ek_w/TrbODKAYXlI/AAAAAAAAAlc/VNSH22brtgk/s1600/IMG_3471.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DoamTn3ek_w/TrbODKAYXlI/AAAAAAAAAlc/VNSH22brtgk/s400/IMG_3471.png" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got up on the ledge; I got up on what I thought to would be the perfect place to take a picture of the whole display from. But I was bitterly mistaken. LOL. Thor and Shishi actually took a video of my 'labored' struggle to get up on it but it's on Facebook and Facebook won't let me download the video. So, I'm afraid I can't show it here. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMU1XBxStps/TrbOKh6oPNI/AAAAAAAAAls/Q9bGa1EicZM/s1600/IMG_3477.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMU1XBxStps/TrbOKh6oPNI/AAAAAAAAAls/Q9bGa1EicZM/s320/IMG_3477.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my utter disappointment, it looked nothing like I imagined. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Given how clumsy I can get with things, I worried for Shishi's camera so I didn't allow myself to move around as much with it. But I had heaps of fun either way. :D IT WAS A GOOD DAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is what I hate about not blogging often. &lt;br /&gt;All these things happen and when I finally get around to blog, I leave out details I find hard to forgive myself for forgetting. Goodness, lesson learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7497280503501668598?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7497280503501668598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/11/zombie-apocalypse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7497280503501668598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7497280503501668598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/11/zombie-apocalypse.html' title='Zombie Apocalypse'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFfmujhdmr4/TrbN5HA_RpI/AAAAAAAAAlU/r9-EdLMjPVs/s72-c/IMG_3470.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1044986190528743376</id><published>2011-11-01T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:04:43.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screenshot'/><title type='text'>Rainmeter Revamp</title><content type='html'>I find too many ways to waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;For the whole of today, the only thing I've done is work on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0GOTytsGFc/Tq7ISWzUBkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/usM6W_6-P5Y/s1600/desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0GOTytsGFc/Tq7ISWzUBkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/usM6W_6-P5Y/s400/desktop.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck, I had fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;Good evening! :)&lt;br /&gt;And now, with all distractions set aside, I shall now proceed to doing the things I've been meaning to do.&lt;br /&gt;I must be the best&amp;nbsp;procrastinator&amp;nbsp;of all time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-1044986190528743376?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1044986190528743376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/11/rainmeter-revamp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1044986190528743376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1044986190528743376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/11/rainmeter-revamp.html' title='Rainmeter Revamp'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0GOTytsGFc/Tq7ISWzUBkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/usM6W_6-P5Y/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6167053219570070599</id><published>2011-10-31T08:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:30:59.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><title type='text'>A Futile Attempt To Be Healthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lts3ckDtzY1qgat14o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lts3ckDtzY1qgat14o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to scavenge though the&amp;nbsp;entirety of the&amp;nbsp;storage room and of basically the whole house for crayons I will never probably use and do this. I will not rest until I've searched every nook and cranny and have nothing possibly turnable left unturned for all of these shades. And if I so happen to lack any, I will buy myself a brand new crayon set just for the very sake of it. MARK MY WORDS, I WILL DO THIS. Eventually. Hahahaha. And then, I shall finally have a beautiful piece to hang up on the wall. :D I'm rather brilliant, aren't I? :3 LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my laptop this fine morning cause I want to share with world how much of a fail I am. HAHA. So, get this. I just got back from a morning jog and guess what? 5 minutes into it and I was walking, panting like the unhealthy slab of meat that I am. LOL. Unfortunately enough, the exact same thing happened last night when I attempted to jog on the spot. 5 minutes, I lasted for only yet another measly&amp;nbsp;5 minutes. I feel oh so horribly unfit right now. Good gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that? &lt;i&gt;Good gravy. &lt;/i&gt;I've gotten so unhealthy that even my expressions have become somewhat related to food. LOL. Pity, pity.&amp;nbsp;Although, I will not deny the fact that I am tremendously proud of myself for having even jogged at all. It might not be much but hey, at least I've started somewhere, yes? :D 5 minutes + 5 minutes = 10 minutes of awesome. I think I'm good. :D Hahahaha. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a diet partner would certainly help; I'm all too easily demotivated when it comes to these things. Being the 'googler' (Haha) I am,&amp;nbsp;I've read through fitness articles and I found &lt;a href="http://www.kristensguide.com/Health/Exercise/how_to_start_jogging.asp"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; to be particularly encouraging, and not to mention amazing&amp;nbsp;adequate. It was rather reassuring to know that Kristen's, the writer of the said post, first jogging session lasted for only about 10 seconds. Heck, I'm not so healthy after all. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose all's going quite splendidly. I'll start afresh tomorrow and, if my body's able, maybe I'll up my jogging time to 10 minutes or so. :D I wonder how I'll keep this up once the new semester starts; I'm rather loaded. With 28/30 units, I expect to be constantly knee deep in school work. I guess I may otherwise need to cut down on my internet time. But I suppose it won't be so bad. I still have my Sundays; I could always blog then. :D School feels so fancy with the online enrollment finally set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqUG99jAn4w/Tq3mTPegd3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/H94cDPtjUPI/s1600/asdsdasd.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqUG99jAn4w/Tq3mTPegd3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/H94cDPtjUPI/s400/asdsdasd.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, look at that. I still only have 25 units. I forgot that I haven't loaded my Calculus yet. But if I did, I'd actually have 30 units since it's a 5 unit subject. 25 + 5 is apparently, according to me,&amp;nbsp;28. HAHA. Math fail. And I call myself a Computer Science student. Haha.&amp;nbsp;I'm not even sure if it'll be available this semester so I might need to take it up in summer or maybe even in third year. So, without Calculus, I guess it won't be so bad after all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should be too proud of myself but I vandalized my wall. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Those who have read my previous post should know that I had just finished painting my walls a gorgeous crisp white. Well, it's not exactly done just yet but it's good enough. I can bare having 1/5 of the room left unpainted until summer when I will probably start work on it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was generally just really too much of a&amp;nbsp;cheapskate&amp;nbsp;bum to spend money on any proper wall decoration, lol, I came up with the&amp;nbsp;extraordinarily ingenious&amp;nbsp;idea of doodling on it.&amp;nbsp;For most of my life, I've been doodling. I doodle on my books, I doodle on my worksheets, I doodle on my exam papers. And hey, how much different could it be doodling on my wall? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise pictures of it when I'm through. :D&lt;br /&gt;And I randomly present you results from a &lt;a href="http://www.signalpatterns.com/personality_survey"&gt;personality survey &lt;/a&gt;I recently took.&lt;br /&gt;Good gosh, I love these things, lol. I don't know if there's actually any truth in this but hey, I still pretty much enjoy taking them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumber awaits for I actually had only under 4 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I'm so abusive for forcing myself to jog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introspective&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like your own company; you're a very interesting person. Tracking your own mental processes, knowing what you're thinking and why you do what you do, is important to you. Often, what's going on in your mind is more compelling than what's going on outside. For the most part, those with a high score on the "introspective" trait enjoy reading, taking long walks, learning new things, and other solitary activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not someone who is constantly looking to be among a group of friends; you never feel bored when you are by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sympathetic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for knowing what's going on in the hearts and minds of those around you, without their having to tell you explicitly. People tend to turn to you with their problems because they know you care, and that you will likely offer good advice and a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not feel that people with sad stories are just looking for attention, or have brought their problems upon themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a genuine interest in other people. You're a natural host, and are always thinking about how you can increase the happiness of those around you. When friends have problems or are in trouble, you're usually the first person they turn to for aid and comfort. Scoring high on the "warm" trait suggests that you are among those who enjoy domestic activities — doing things around the house — and are enthusiastic about charitable work, helping others, and making the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always say exactly what you're thinking; you don't like the idea of causing anyone pain because of your criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are gentle with others, both physically and emotionally. You are careful not to upset people and go out of your way to find the nicest way to say something. You naturally focus on the fact that the world is full of wonderful people, places, and things. More often than not, people with a high score on the "tender" trait enjoy spending time with children, love romantic movies, and are enthusiastic about making the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't think of yourself as tough-minded or gruff, nor do you need to be seen as some kind of objective source of truth and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Empathetic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in touch with your own feelings, which helps put you in touch with the feelings of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't buy the logic that your happiness comes ahead of everyone else's because unless you're happy you're incapable of making anyone else happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good at solving problems, coming up with original ideas, and seeing connections between things, connections that most other people miss. People with a high score on the "creative" trait often are employed in such fields as finance and scientific research, and enjoy avant garde and classical music as well as literary fiction and scholarly non-fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not shun abstractions and concepts in favor of the concrete and tangible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6167053219570070599?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6167053219570070599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/futile-attempt-to-be-healthy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6167053219570070599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6167053219570070599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/futile-attempt-to-be-healthy.html' title='A Futile Attempt To Be Healthy'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqUG99jAn4w/Tq3mTPegd3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/H94cDPtjUPI/s72-c/asdsdasd.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6763265918959689697</id><published>2011-10-27T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:08:04.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screenshot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do-It-Yourself'/><title type='text'>Sandpaper Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol, the title's so random.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi there, fellow earthling. :D How you be? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you like to hear some good news?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY LAPTOP'S FIXED AND I'M A HAPPY JOANNA. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall try to not mislead you with forced&amp;nbsp;zest cause to be quite honest, I am dead tried at the moment. But nevertheless, I'm still just as happy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got it back&amp;nbsp;from the repair shop&amp;nbsp;just yesterday and after having to exhaust the very fiber of my being of whatever patience for a screen-less laptop I had left, I thought it would be only proper to work on a few pictures. :D &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBKGSgp5xKw/TqhM3bXKV2I/AAAAAAAAAgM/MASac2Hw_8o/s1600/Awesome+Sun.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBKGSgp5xKw/TqhM3bXKV2I/AAAAAAAAAgM/MASac2Hw_8o/s200/Awesome+Sun.png" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oprtlsh8GnM/TqlC-UcyxPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bChVj-Trnlo/s1600/Awesome+Curve+Logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oprtlsh8GnM/TqlC-UcyxPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bChVj-Trnlo/s200/Awesome+Curve+Logo.png" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zrX5aRnIlg/TqlDnJiPwAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9zhnP1FlU0U/s1600/Orange+Panda.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zrX5aRnIlg/TqlDnJiPwAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9zhnP1FlU0U/s200/Orange+Panda.png" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They're anything but impressive, as you can see. Turns out I wasn't really in the mood to edit. Lol. I even went on ahead and started on a blog design. But even that eventually wore me out. Here's how I left it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4WUZMrFUqgY/TqhM7-aeeBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/yblWl78c3jU/s1600/Preview.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4WUZMrFUqgY/TqhM7-aeeBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/yblWl78c3jU/s400/Preview.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfinished and bare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for the whole day today, I've done nothing but work on the room. You can only imagine how horribly fatigued I am at the moment. For two straight days, I've been continually painting the walls of the master bedroom and it's hardly any fun. I've always acknowledged wall painting as a fun activity, and I still kind of think it is. But it just seems like such a chore when you're left it do it all on your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will spare you the details of what I've labored today but I could sum it all up for you in a single sentence. I have learned how to patch up holes and have regained respect for the marvel that is sandpaper. :D HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Judging by how things look, I'd say I'm 60% done. I still need to buy another can of primer and a tub of joint compound or putty or whatever you call it for repairs on the wall I've slightly destroyed. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't quite destroy it exactly. I just kind of chiseled holes in it in an attempt to even the wall out. It had awkward dents that just had to go. And now, I need putty to fill them out cause the putty I had in storage dried up in its tub.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rjs_D_fN1Lk/TqlObg7UXaI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HwPV6393GQs/s1600/sdsd.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rjs_D_fN1Lk/TqlObg7UXaI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HwPV6393GQs/s320/sdsd.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They're not too big; nothing I can't fix. Although, it would certainly pay for me to have those automatic sander machine things. I wish I knew were I could rent one; it'd make my life heaps more easier. I've wounded my fingers from too much manual sandpapering.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel so handy, doing all these things. HAHA. :3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the wall designs, I haven't quite decided on what should be done. I've a few ideas in mind but I'm frankly too spent to start blogging about any of them now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe next time cause, goodness me, I need to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6763265918959689697?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6763265918959689697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/sandpaper-castle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6763265918959689697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6763265918959689697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/sandpaper-castle.html' title='Sandpaper Castle'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBKGSgp5xKw/TqhM3bXKV2I/AAAAAAAAAgM/MASac2Hw_8o/s72-c/Awesome+Sun.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8073768392019652242</id><published>2011-10-16T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T23:10:20.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Jelly-yum!</title><content type='html'>Strangely, I've been extremely attracted to sparklers lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lspdl9WByI1r1m3lso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lspdl9WByI1r1m3lso1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start off this post with a declaration that&lt;br /&gt;I AM A GLUTTONOUS BEAST.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides music, food and maybe a worthy book, jello is good for the sooooooul. It wiggles and it jiggles and it makes my tummy go MMMMMMMMMM. :3&lt;br /&gt;And my statement is invalid cause jello is still technically a kind of food. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, hi there, living organisms who can read. How are you doing today? :D&lt;br /&gt;The reason behind that declaration up there would be because I've been home all day watching movies and giving in to my voracious tendencies. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movies I've Already Watched&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8dWXY2O58E/TajgOfEITVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dB9hNMZjvUA/s200/Jim+Carrey+Mr+Popper%2527s+Penguins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/Milla-Jovovich-550x714.jpeg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1313430953331" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movies To Watch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.primaryignition.com/wp-content/uploads/Horrible-Bosses-Poster.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/zookeeper-poster.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movies I Tried Watching But Couldn't Cause&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They Bored The Wits Out Of Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://moviecarpet.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/shark_night_3d_poster.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe cause it wasn't really 3D, I don't know. LOL. And, in addition to that, I watched an entire anime season earlier today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gogoanime.com/images/baka-to-test-to-shoukanjuu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.gogoanime.com/images/baka-to-test-to-shoukanjuu.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case you can't read kanji, and it's most likely you can't, that reads&amp;nbsp;Baka To Test To Shoukanjuu Ni. You're a disgrace to all of mankind for not knowing how to read Japanese kanji. A DISGRACE, I SAY! D&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;Lol, but it's okay. Neither can I. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't get any bummier than this. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I lust for three things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. A sewing machine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've always secretly wanted this. I've secretly wanted to secretly sew and secretly alter clothes secretly, in secret. HAHA. But really though, secret or not, I want to make things that I can wear. Or, you know, at least fix whatever I am already wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. An oven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Now, what's better than making things that you can wear? Yes, that's right. Making things that you can EAT. Again, I am a gluttonous beast. Hahahahaha. I want to bake! I want to make cakes, cupcakes, pastries of sorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. A DSLR camera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to take pictures and not feel like I still have to edit them. My digicam is alright but it just can't compare and its battery life oftentimes just renders it completely useless. It's either this or a phone with a camera that has at least 8 megapixels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH, MY CLASSMATES HAVE BLOGS! :D&lt;br /&gt;Besides &lt;a href="http://halfmasked.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aanoniemous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stefi &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://arockettonowhere.blogspot.com/"&gt;JV&lt;/a&gt; now have blogs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit them if you will, they're awesome people. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8073768392019652242?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8073768392019652242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/strangely-ive-been-extremely-attracted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8073768392019652242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8073768392019652242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/strangely-ive-been-extremely-attracted.html' title='Jelly-yum!'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8dWXY2O58E/TajgOfEITVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dB9hNMZjvUA/s72-c/Jim+Carrey+Mr+Popper%2527s+Penguins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1269940021615396527</id><published>2011-10-16T12:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:23:29.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>World Palace and Insolent Bees</title><content type='html'>Hello there, earthling.&lt;br /&gt;A fair morning, I bid thee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4wcks45w1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4wcks45w1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in my lifetime I get to personally see a sky with that magnitude of beauty, my life will be complete. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I attended Gabee's debut party at World Palace. Never did I know such place existed till just then. From the outside, it must've been the grandest KTV bar thing I've ever seen in my life. Although, of course, I haven't really seen much of anything but still, it was the grandest KTV bar thing I've ever seen in my life, in Davao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqVsBtL33uc/Tpm7yUFpY6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/5UxcKaNYnWY/s1600/asdasd.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqVsBtL33uc/Tpm7yUFpY6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/5UxcKaNYnWY/s320/asdasd.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WvzRQkC_0k/Tpm73yfSC3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/g8QwhjA9l10/s1600/ccgg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WvzRQkC_0k/Tpm73yfSC3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/g8QwhjA9l10/s320/ccgg.png" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also had a pretty inside but, unfortunately, these were the only presentable enough pictures of the place I could scout off the net. Poo. |: They had aquarium and everything; very fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with good old friends, sang a little in the background and maybe danced a little as well.&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand how I forget to bring my camera to parties like this. It has always been that frustrating instance with me when I become aware of its existence only when I'm already halfway to the place. I could have snapped pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, the rooms were awesome. Gabee booked the 'Clouds' room and, to my amusement, it was designed quaintly coherent to its name. They had swirly clouds for cushions and the walls were painted a brilliant blue. Even the walls were padded with cushion-y fluffs. I wanted to sleeeeep there. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes, the aquariums! They had goldfishes, catfishes, I think, and other fishes that go glub glub. Haha. Forgive me for my knowledge on these aquatic friends is evidently limited. But yes, unless they've,&amp;nbsp;unbeknownst to me, evolved, enabling them now to make different sounds, I'm quite positive that whatever the fish, they still pretty much go glub glub. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stung on the arm by a bee. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, in my needless struggle with what I should do in my life, I have decided to do one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt2dytbBIJ1qzygwfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt2dytbBIJ1qzygwfo1_500.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, the only thing I've ever been passionate about is staying happy. It's all I've come to know. And, lol, plenty of things make me happy. Maybe I should make muffins for a living. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel retarded to have had used the word 'thing' in the same sentence twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, do you know the muffin man,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; The muffin man, the muffin man,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do you know the muffin man,&lt;br /&gt;Who lives in Drury Lane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,&lt;br /&gt;The muffin man, the muffin man,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The muffin man's a she!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ME! HAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;Setting jokes aside, I think I might take up &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_communication"&gt;visual communication&lt;/a&gt;. I've thought long and hard about this and I'm convinced that it's something that I&amp;nbsp;indubitably want to spend my whole life doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's honestly rather difficult for me to make a concrete decision on this matter cause, as of now, I see my current course as a challenge. And good golly, I could never back down from a challenge. HAHAHA, kidding. I just feel really bad giving up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&amp;nbsp;I should probably, if I'm able, finish this course before pursuing anything else. I've already come this far, why must I put it all my efforts to waste, yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I should never ever never fall asleep on a sad thought. And neither should anyone else, lol.&lt;br /&gt;It weaves me such distressing dreams. Funny thing is, I don't even know if they're&amp;nbsp;premonitions&amp;nbsp;or if it's just my paranoia acting up and I hate that I cannot tell the&amp;nbsp;difference. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be accompanying Jez to have her hair done at some salon I've never before gone to. While she gets her hair colored and straightened, I will most probably pay to get my hair splodged with green hair dye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1368/1372147075_146767bb42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1368/1372147075_146767bb42.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, only joking. I could never pull that off. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I shall run on along now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll head to Abreeza today and take a picture of that&amp;nbsp;restaurant&amp;nbsp;I've been just dying to blog about. I could have blogged about it anyway though, without pictures, but I don't think I'd be doing justice to the place. AND SO, I SHALL GET MY PICTURES AND I WILL TELL YOU GUYS ABOUT HOW AWESOME IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause capitalization is for emphasis and I simply cannot emphasize my point enough. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't take the pictures today, well, there are other days. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES! :D&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I'm working on a duet with Aaron at the moment. It's so strange listening to the song with just half the duet piece playing. HAHA. Also, I'm reading Almost Perfect by Dianne Blacklock. After a month void of absolutely any reading material, I've got tons of reading to catch up on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://covers.openlibrary.org/b/id/273657-L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://covers.openlibrary.org/b/id/273657-L.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-1269940021615396527?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1269940021615396527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/world-palace-and-insolent-bees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1269940021615396527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1269940021615396527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/world-palace-and-insolent-bees.html' title='World Palace and Insolent Bees'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqVsBtL33uc/Tpm7yUFpY6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/5UxcKaNYnWY/s72-c/asdasd.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1873673408903019654</id><published>2011-10-10T20:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:06:17.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Progress Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DM3n0fL9DtM/TpGyeWEizkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Li579SH5ltk/s1600/heart.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DM3n0fL9DtM/TpGyeWEizkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Li579SH5ltk/s320/heart.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I'm always depressed. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, a splendid evening to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You could probably guess, I'm still working on the game. It's been going on for days now and, admittedly, I've allowed myself to become significantly antisocial because of it. Day in and day out, for the past several days, I am cemented&amp;nbsp;in front of my laptop, trying to figure out bits and pieces of the code to the best of my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. It's consciously mentally draining and I will not lie, right now, I'd rather be doing a whole bulk of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7AvHRwPlE0/TpLYoHc9ugI/AAAAAAAAAfM/eXG3WgLJGog/s1600/dsfdfsdf.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7AvHRwPlE0/TpLYoHc9ugI/AAAAAAAAAfM/eXG3WgLJGog/s400/dsfdfsdf.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8G9VuZLR0Zo/TpLVvTMAdkI/AAAAAAAAAfE/D4RdiCTDYSk/s1600/sdfsdfsdf.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8G9VuZLR0Zo/TpLVvTMAdkI/AAAAAAAAAfE/D4RdiCTDYSk/s400/sdfsdfsdf.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Progress Report:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've come to terms with how to work with classes. YAY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still haven't gotten the battle frame to work properly but I'm basically through with everything else. LOL. Which, surely, would still amount to nothing cause the battle scene is what the game's all about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me&amp;nbsp;not continue to bore you with technicalities. Cause, lol, I'm pretty much starting to bore myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I thought of revamping the character design but I had just found out from Martin, our class president, that our defense will be tomorrow. Considering that I've yet to attend to the battling bit, I won't have much time to work on them as intricately as I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I took time off coding to try and recreate the blue mochi cause it's cute and I just had to. Besides, working on it for as long as I have, I needed the much deserved break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4EU9Vw4bk/TpLEJVlXiMI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-uAfJVCFnIY/s320/blue+preview+01.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Original Mochi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ipbnrzu7rEY/TpLDqwEpwqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/pYJz8YESFgk/s320/blue+02.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Redesigned&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me that I don't have enough time to work on the other mochis. As cute as the original mochis may be the way they are, they don't look as aesthetically pleasing against a gray backdrop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH WELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should get back to coding; I'm running short on time. It's already due tomorrow and I still have major kinks to work out. Majorly major kinks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, bye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-1873673408903019654?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1873673408903019654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/progress-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1873673408903019654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1873673408903019654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/progress-report.html' title='Progress Report'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DM3n0fL9DtM/TpGyeWEizkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Li579SH5ltk/s72-c/heart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5638196218684542343</id><published>2011-10-03T11:17:00.169+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:14:12.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unabridged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls9qrz4HdF1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" width="500" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls9qrz4HdF1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, I feel so much like a bird held in its cage, reluctantly against its will. It's a Monday today and I suppose I should be in school. I think. I'm not exactly sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck, I'm awful at keeping track of things. |: Exam week is here and it's presumably the most stressful, hectic week a college student could possibly have in the semester. And yet, here I am, blogging, worrying only about not having enough time to sleep. Should I be concerned? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, throughout the entire day I've been confined in this teeny tiny room of mine, I've been urging myself to work on my mochi project. I mentioned it in my previous post and within the time span from when I posted that up till now, there has been absolutely no progress whatsoever. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so easy to disappoint myself sometimes. It doesn't take much, really, cause I don't have much reason not to be. DEPRESSHION. HAHAHAHA. But, you know, it's the truth. I'm aware that I shouldn't be feeling down and that I have plenty other reasons to be all hippity-hoppity everywhere. Come to think of it, my reasons to be happy might even outweigh those of which are pro-depression. But there comes a time, not often but every once in a while, when you've got to just let yourself feel these things. Why? Because having to continually cheer yourself up is too tiring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I can never feel much passion for anything. All my life, not once can I recall a time I could say that I am good at something because I have grown with it through passion. One thing I've long yearned for is just, passion, for anything. I'm passive, I always have been. And I'm through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all sorts of upset now.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've lost so much of myself to my low self-esteem and this seemingly congenital need to please everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go have some cookies. &lt;br /&gt;They've always had a quaintly magical effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;I always feel better when I have cookies. &lt;br /&gt;And since I'm trying to shed pounds, I shall get oat cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the dietary goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dire attempt to lighten up this post, read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsh01tvvEY1qkvbwso1_r1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" width="500" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsh01tvvEY1qkvbwso1_r1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the near future, if someone were to plummet off a ladder or something, know that I shall be the first person to run on over there, fall on my knees and cry, "SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A BOWL OF NOTHING BUT BLUE M&amp;M'S. NOW.".&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, haha. That was dreadful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5638196218684542343?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5638196218684542343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/darn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5638196218684542343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5638196218684542343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/darn.html' title='Unabridged'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5317810634482854696</id><published>2011-10-03T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:40:23.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>A Chronic State of Severe Wanderlust</title><content type='html'>Well, top of the evening to everyone. :D&lt;br /&gt;I've gone quite a while without blogging and for that, I express my deepest apologies. &lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy week and, to be rather frank, I have no idea where I'm to even begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a somewhat unrelated note, I need to deal with this incessant obsession of honing these posts to perfection. It's honestly what keeps me from blogging as frequently. I intended to blog earlier today, and yesterday, and the day before that actually. But what kept me from even starting on anything was my constant worry of not having enough time to work on these posts of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it, Joanna. Just go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's considerably still a busy night so I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut this post short and present to you the highlights of my week. You know, only the important, significant bits. :D Let's work backwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I hung out with Kong and Mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8wxcCZxYcs/ToiLTYJTNvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/c4Nrwgaxhiw/s1600/01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8wxcCZxYcs/ToiLTYJTNvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/c4Nrwgaxhiw/s320/01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXpzxJH3qGU/ToiLU-zkAQI/AAAAAAAAAck/KdiHaT5ExDM/s1600/04.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXpzxJH3qGU/ToiLU-zkAQI/AAAAAAAAAck/KdiHaT5ExDM/s320/04.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit in the details of our little adventure when I have the time but for now, these pictures should do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I made this time lapse video of myself through the ages. LOL. It's basically a compilation of pictures of me since fourth year high till now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="320" height="215" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BAGGGlq38co" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I thought that turned out horribly, I started on a new time lapse project. I'll be taking a picture of myself everyday for the next year or so and I'll make a video quite similar to what we had up there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had mochis before? &lt;br /&gt;Well, might I say that they're the most wonderful thing invented by man, EVER. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S JAPANESE ICE CREAM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the plastic they come in are cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPJgEBfZAT8/ToiO3m0BmAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LkfGqMDhsJ8/s1600/DSCF7522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPJgEBfZAT8/ToiO3m0BmAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LkfGqMDhsJ8/s320/DSCF7522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shishi and Thor first introduced them to me and I got all excited ever since. From the very first bite I took out of my first mochi, I fell in love almost instantaneously. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final java project is even inspired by mochis. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52x4DnCtUjI/ToiJSfWUB9I/AAAAAAAAAcU/k2M5MdBMfDE/s1600/awesome.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="221" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52x4DnCtUjI/ToiJSfWUB9I/AAAAAAAAAcU/k2M5MdBMfDE/s320/awesome.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coding it has been ridiculously draining. I'm still on it even up till now. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't been working on the game these past two days though. I've been too preoccupied with learning how to solve a rubik's cube. Solving one would serve as our final examination for Discrete Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the hardest time with it and I still basically am. I haven't gotten past the second layer yet. IT'S DEMORALIZING, HAVING TO DEAL WITH CONSISTENT FAILURE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I succeeded in Joanna-ifying my cube. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lez9-9p31-E/ToiQoKFDUkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/hI87WqS2bK8/s1600/DSCF7547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lez9-9p31-E/ToiQoKFDUkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/hI87WqS2bK8/s320/DSCF7547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gorgeous, I know. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I should get back to my program. &lt;br /&gt;It's not going to code itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5317810634482854696?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5317810634482854696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/chronic-state-of-severe-wanderlust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5317810634482854696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5317810634482854696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/10/chronic-state-of-severe-wanderlust.html' title='A Chronic State of Severe Wanderlust'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8wxcCZxYcs/ToiLTYJTNvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/c4Nrwgaxhiw/s72-c/01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-3925081679358844067</id><published>2011-09-22T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Penguin</title><content type='html'>Hello dear blog, I had started playing Minecraft just minutes ago and it should come as to no surprise that I horribly sucked at it. LOL. A mere five minutes into the game and I fell into a hole. Poor pixelly man has no way out now and is doomed for the rest of his unfortunately misguided life; a life misguided by me. Haha. At least with him being in a hole, I'm causing him the least possible harm. Besides, of course, the probable chance of death by starvation. Yes, the least possible harm indeed. LOL. Pixelly man of le 'Awesome Universe', abandon all hope for survival cause I have absolutely no idea how to play this thing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to that, I haven't the mood to continue playing. As I explained to Aaron, "The failure, I'm afraid, has proven to be too overwhelming". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A HAPPY PENGUIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" width="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ad4c4XxkBqQ/TnoA0T8KrgI/AAAAAAAAAag/z9t6gCJiDd4/s320/Penguin_by_gauche0gallery.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy penguin with my happy flippers and my happy beak and my happy everything!&lt;br /&gt;After so long, I finally got to talk to a very special cupcake again tonight. I owe it to Thor big time for urging me to start the conversation. It was the best decision I made all week, to be rather frank. AND NOW, HAPPY PENGUIN IS HAPPY. ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterflies in my tummy are making such a fuss. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, most likely in the late afternoon, I've plans to watch Johnny English with Shishi and Thor. I must say, I'm awfully excited about that. Can't say I'm too excited for my classes though. A boring morning at school is quite assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIF OF THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o38/Kali_Bugg/Tumblr%20Gifs/tumblr_ljv5o7ups41qeovp8.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" width="300" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o38/Kali_Bugg/Tumblr%20Gifs/tumblr_ljv5o7ups41qeovp8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That probably had nothing to do with anything but it was too epic that I just had to post it. Haha. I could imagine my attempts to say this line in real life and miserably failing at it. With an actual cup of coke at hand, I'd probably end up laughing too much, spilling coke on myself instead. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'll be running off along now. I'm sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-3925081679358844067?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3925081679358844067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-penguin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3925081679358844067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3925081679358844067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-penguin.html' title='A Happy Penguin'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ad4c4XxkBqQ/TnoA0T8KrgI/AAAAAAAAAag/z9t6gCJiDd4/s72-c/Penguin_by_gauche0gallery.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8189669397840154694</id><published>2011-09-21T02:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:42:24.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Update'/><title type='text'>Badges, Facebook Integration and Tweaks</title><content type='html'>I really ought to be asleep at this time of night. But hey, what can I say? My insomnia has stuck yet again. I'm physically worn out but my mind's way too high on adrenaline, unceasingly rushing in its restless state. Oh brain, why won't you let me sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I'm still up, I might as well go through the minor tweaks I've done on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've registered my blog on two blog directory sites, &lt;a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blog Catalog&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.topblogs.com.ph/" target="_blank"&gt;Top Blogs&lt;/a&gt;, and I'm still awaiting confirmation. Also, I've signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.ph/" target="_target"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt; and am now being paid for every unique visitor I manage to get. I think. I don't really know how it works, to be honest. LOL. Well, that was a definite fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These registrations are the reason as to why I now have awesome badges up. I've always longed to get some and now that I have, you can only imagine how pleased I am with myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl4ubbTLO3Y/TnjYHAP0vwI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/78QNwvfjwMs/s1600/load.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl4ubbTLO3Y/TnjYHAP0vwI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/78QNwvfjwMs/s320/load.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the obvious loading panel thing I've set up, I had forced myself though the horrendously tedious process of integrating my blog with Facebook. Notice how I now have like buttons and Facebook comment plugins? I'll go over in detail what I did to accomplish this some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at war with myself about the comments. Should I rely on the Facebook comment plugin entirely or should I utilize both the Facebook comment system and the Blogger comement system? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll have enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with Aaron earlier this evening and him worrying about looking good for prom motivated me enough to edit my face on my dream body. LOL.&amp;nbsp;I did his too. I had them up but naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw. I quite frankly would rather not have anyone else see them. They're too ridiculous for the internet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're such bored people. Anyway, I should get going. Unlike my brother and all other fortunate highschool and gradeschool students of Ateneo, I have class later; all us college students do. Life's but fair, I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've edited some of my scans last month and, even now, it still amazed me how lovely I think they turned out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-428eOpN_-Ak/TnjmHqBKf-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/u9JKwBI2PVE/s1600/318323_106085109494986_100002804922178_36715_1128594_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-428eOpN_-Ak/TnjmHqBKf-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/u9JKwBI2PVE/s320/318323_106085109494986_100002804922178_36715_1128594_n.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4aCDenG3Pg/TnjmHraUmgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/w9XFs4L7Xmo/s1600/314288_106084986161665_100002804922178_36713_6422162_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4aCDenG3Pg/TnjmHraUmgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/w9XFs4L7Xmo/s320/314288_106084986161665_100002804922178_36713_6422162_n.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be coloring Martin's drawing next. &lt;br /&gt;I often wish my course was equally as fun as this.&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to programming, I could actually stand to do this for a living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8189669397840154694?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8189669397840154694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/09/badges-facebook-integration-and-tweaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8189669397840154694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8189669397840154694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/09/badges-facebook-integration-and-tweaks.html' title='Badges, Facebook Integration and Tweaks'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl4ubbTLO3Y/TnjYHAP0vwI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/78QNwvfjwMs/s72-c/load.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6113527851878382466</id><published>2011-09-20T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:53:38.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pottermore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screenshot'/><title type='text'>I'm a Hufflepuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDCvh9TYswQ/TngDfJZeRNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_-DS0cAIJOI/s1600/screenshot.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDCvh9TYswQ/TngDfJZeRNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_-DS0cAIJOI/s320/screenshot.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;AshHorn44&lt;/b&gt; and I am a Hufflepuff. &lt;br /&gt;You can't get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;No, actually, you most certainly can. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I should have been in Gryffindor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorting hat, dear sorting hat, you think you know everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid you've made a grave mistake about this one; about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron's in Gryffindor.&lt;br /&gt;Daniella's in Gryffindor.&lt;br /&gt;Mark's in Ravenclaw.&lt;br /&gt;Jessie's in Ravenclaw.&lt;br /&gt;Clydie is, most likely, in Ravenclaw as well.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in Hufflepuff. |:&lt;br /&gt;WOE IS ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any bizarre case you're not a Harry Potter fan, for reasons I would never understand, please allow me to bore you as I rattle on about Hogwarts' business, you incompetent muggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, only joking. Muggles are love. Sort of. LOL. Them ordinary folk, pshaw. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hufflepuff is currently the house with the most number of members but even so, we remain to have the least amount of points.&lt;br /&gt;And to think having the largest population amongst the other three should come as an advantage, but noooo. Hufflepuff houses people of too little care to even give the slightest snot about even winning this thing. Fishsticks. |:&lt;br /&gt;We're done for, I tell you. DONEEEE FOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-une0YyZog/TngGyfphGoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/19sQ1MSty-Q/s1600/noooo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="67" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-une0YyZog/TngGyfphGoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/19sQ1MSty-Q/s320/noooo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on along now.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to accept the inevitable; we positively won't be winning any house cups soon. Maybe when the Wizard's Duel feature is up and running again, things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;There is hope for us yet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, look at me making such a fuss over Pottermore.&lt;br /&gt;Quaintly endearing, isn't it? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd brew potions to help earn house points but it just takes too long to make them; up to almost two, almost three hours even. I'm sorry Rowling, but I have my life to live. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till they're done with the second book.&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me, Pottermore is quite the experience. It's Harry Potter like you've never seen before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an early access account, I'm AshThorn44, let's be friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;If not then, let's be friends all the same. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pottermore will be taking in regular registrations some time in October.&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't accounts yet, see you then! :D&lt;br /&gt;HUZZZZZAAAAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6113527851878382466?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6113527851878382466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-hufflepuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6113527851878382466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6113527851878382466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-hufflepuff.html' title='I&apos;m a Hufflepuff'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDCvh9TYswQ/TngDfJZeRNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_-DS0cAIJOI/s72-c/screenshot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4079346715019641060</id><published>2011-07-25T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T19:57:33.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Lush and Lavish</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Fallacy lurks, dormant in its sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vicious&amp;nbsp;and volatile, it engulfs as it seeks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fallacy creeps, its secrets lie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Horrid apparitions, it's an eye for an eye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clustered yet sparse, and vaguely untamed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Traces of affection, it wouldn't contain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fluid in motion, our dreams intertwine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope you find comfort in these words of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present this poem with a heavy heart. &lt;br /&gt;This was brought about by the lull of my&amp;nbsp;conformity&amp;nbsp;in words.&lt;br /&gt;I was having a Calculus quiz and nothing made sense. Writing this was my means of feeling better, of soothing my wounded esteem; the only means of which I found to be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. It makes no sense at all, really.&lt;br /&gt;But, no matter. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4079346715019641060?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4079346715019641060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/07/lush-and-lavish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4079346715019641060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4079346715019641060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/07/lush-and-lavish.html' title='Lush and Lavish'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1199238648334945842</id><published>2011-07-11T22:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:34:53.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>I ran out of titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo5pnvZWrt1qlaa6wo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo5pnvZWrt1qlaa6wo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, blog.&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't you think that picture is just the most precious thing? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up since a little over 8pm and now, I'm sleepy all over again. Funny what barely an hour of Volleyball can do to such an unhealthy fellow such as myself. Haha.&amp;nbsp;I bought a Volleyball ball and practiced doing bump passes as soon as I got home.&amp;nbsp;After which, I bathed and took a nappy nap before being startled awake by Jason to help him with this Math project of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was put in-charge of this here map diagram thingamabob. Can't say I'm too proud of it though. I had little time to work on it. Bleh. And now, here I am, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to study for my programming class and Calculus but hey, heck with that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVlxDntK0gM/ThsGXtjznfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/XI7AuVftVAM/s1600/trafficdiagram.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVlxDntK0gM/ThsGXtjznfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/XI7AuVftVAM/s200/trafficdiagram.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Biology exam today; my first exam this week.&lt;br /&gt;It t'was average, I suppose.&amp;nbsp;I believe it would have had the potential to be way easier if I had actually studied for it. LOL. Oh well. My next exam is not till next week. I have the rest of this week to prepare and review, basically, mug. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this afternoon, right after school, I bought a box of cheesecakes from Lachi's, that of which now only has 3 out of a total of 9 cheesecakes remaining. I know, Jason and I are such gluttonous bums. LOLJK. But not really. Haha. Yup, they're just that good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I feel boring. I've been feeling awfully boring for quite some time now, actually.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't&lt;i&gt; feel bored. &lt;/i&gt;I feel boring, uninteresting, dull. LOL. This is very sad news.&amp;nbsp;Though, I think I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's been bothering me. And I've reason to believe it's quite serious indeed.&lt;br /&gt;It's all I can think about and, honestly, it's starting to genuinely scare me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try figuring things out after exam week.&lt;br /&gt;I need to set my priorities, no matter how difficult that seemingly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this blog post cause I had felt the need to rant.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I guess we'll have none of that. Good night, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Have&amp;nbsp;pleasant&amp;nbsp;dreams. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I started on 'A Separate Peace'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51PXSCEFWZL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51PXSCEFWZL.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-1199238648334945842?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1199238648334945842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-ran-out-of-titles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1199238648334945842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1199238648334945842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-ran-out-of-titles.html' title='I ran out of titles'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVlxDntK0gM/ThsGXtjznfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/XI7AuVftVAM/s72-c/trafficdiagram.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2749560512116123176</id><published>2011-07-10T10:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T11:49:22.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photojournal'/><title type='text'>Day 08: Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLK-d8Gaxmw/ThkLydQjnnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/774sSj1yXAg/s1600/Orange.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLK-d8Gaxmw/ThkLydQjnnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/774sSj1yXAg/s400/Orange.png" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hereby present you a picture of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Rather, a picture of three pictures of myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are still a tad swollen from crying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;In the first picture, my finger is where it is at because I have ginormous zit under it.&lt;br /&gt;It's too embarrassing not to cover. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 8am today. Well, 8am-ish. Even if there was a blackout yesterday night, I slept at my usual late, in between 11pm - 3am. Jason and I talked the night through. It was, for a change, a very fruitful evening. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish we'd have these blackouts more often. I like the talks Jason and I have whenever we're left with nothing else to do during one; personal and familiar. It's in times like those I feel the least lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDOo2rQ-iAo/ThkXUE3_DCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/p99dO7euFnc/s1600/music.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDOo2rQ-iAo/ThkXUE3_DCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/p99dO7euFnc/s320/music.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Playing:&lt;/b&gt; He Is We - Happily Ever After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, how I love this song. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a list of the songs and albums I've recently just &amp;nbsp;downloaded.&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a teeny movie marathon during the first half of the blackout. We watched 'A Walk To Remember' and '3 Idiots'. By golly, '3 idiots' managed to make me cry so much more than 'A Walk To Remember' could. But, then again, '3 idiots' is a 3 hour movie after all. &amp;nbsp;I found it strange how Indians could appear just so American. Quaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with it being a 3 hour movie, my laptop died out halfway through the movie last night. Batteries. &amp;nbsp;We only got to finish it just shortly before I started on this blog post. It's a beautiful movie, '3 idiots'. I would highly recommend it for anyone's 'must-watch-movies' list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better go now.&lt;br /&gt;It's due time I be productive this beautiful Sunday. :D&lt;br /&gt;Starting tomorrow, Monday, it'll be exam week.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be able to blog for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, yesterday, we ate dinner at Blugre.&lt;br /&gt;At Blugre, I had finally finished a book I've been reading for the past 3 days or so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n46/n230248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n46/n230248.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another one for this year's book quota.&lt;br /&gt;The year's more than half-way through and I've only read two books, with this being the third.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2749560512116123176?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2749560512116123176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-8-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2749560512116123176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2749560512116123176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-8-yourself.html' title='Day 08: Yourself'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLK-d8Gaxmw/ThkLydQjnnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/774sSj1yXAg/s72-c/Orange.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-3888865162092874963</id><published>2011-07-09T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:06:09.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photojournal'/><title type='text'>Day 07: What Makes You Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/anna7293/peanut.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/anna7293/peanut.png" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh good golly, this project has been left unattended for so long now.&lt;br /&gt;This blog post should mark its re-embarkment.&lt;br /&gt;If circumstances allow me, will try to stick to it and post pictures on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I certainly needed to make an image for this one.&lt;br /&gt;I've been downloading romantic movies lately and they're basically the only thing that has made me cry this week. :D I guess you could say that's a good thing. Nothing too real is making me cry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS: &lt;/b&gt;The image consists of three of my favorites. A Walk To Remember, The Notebook and My Sassy Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really get back to coding &lt;a href="http://joannaseesyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;the new layout&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have classes at 1:30pm. I need to get some things done before I get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-3888865162092874963?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3888865162092874963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-07-what-makes-you-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3888865162092874963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3888865162092874963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-07-what-makes-you-cry.html' title='Day 07: What Makes You Cry'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2839460288469933613</id><published>2011-07-04T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:38:16.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Mi Amore</title><content type='html'>Hello there. I just arrived home from Abreeza and even if today turned out rather splendid, being home still feels just as unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been several days since I've last gotten the chance to talk to him and not hearing from him, I admit, is quite unnerving. Paranoia has begun to sink in and is rocking my boat fairly viciously. I can't help but wonder what's wrong. I miss him, I'm worried, I'm uneasy and I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to seek comfort from anyone for I know for a fact that ranting will solve nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I've hopes that writing this blog post will bring me temporary relief. It's helping a little bit, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'll try calling him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I confront this fear I've known all too well.&lt;br /&gt;Silly as it is, I've always been afraid to call him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not anymore.&amp;nbsp;Cause I know I shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear his voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2839460288469933613?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2839460288469933613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/07/mi-amore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2839460288469933613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2839460288469933613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/07/mi-amore.html' title='Mi Amore'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6619756801735189537</id><published>2011-07-03T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Saturday Humbug</title><content type='html'>Fudgeballs. I woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm missing what could potentially be the most awesome day of my second year college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, right now, our Computer Science division is currently having its Sportsfest.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what exactly goes on in these things cause, last year, I didn't really bother to attend.&lt;br /&gt;For, as you can see, it's a &lt;b&gt;Sports&lt;/b&gt;fest and I don't do sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, well, this year, I thought it could be different.&lt;br /&gt;Setting aside the plausible fact that I might indeed may be just after the bonus points my Computer Programming teacher, Mrs. Nisperos, offered, I actually wanted to go this year.&lt;br /&gt;Again, no, not &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; for the bonus points but I really think this would have been a very opportune moment for me and my new classmates to possibly bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I just had to wake up late.&lt;br /&gt;Fishsticks. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, moving on along now.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually in the middle of coding my assignment for my CS212 class when I felt the sudden urge to blog. We're into coding 'mini-game'-like java programs now. They're not exactly mini-games but they're 'mini-game'-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always quite hesitant to blog about these programs of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I fear I might bore you guys to tears with my programming technicalities. Though sometimes, as sad as this might sound, they're really all I have left to talk about. Haha.&amp;nbsp;College work does that to you, I suppose. Evidently, I've grown to be very passionate about mine. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it&amp;nbsp;conceivably&amp;nbsp;could but it did.&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;b&gt; FoodTrip Barkada &lt;/b&gt;friends and I had dinner out yesterday! :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were supposed to anyway. It turned out to be a major flop.&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 out of 4 came and one of the two who showed up was me. &lt;br /&gt;I was also supposed to watch Transformers 3 with another bunch of friends as well last night but I supposed it got cancelled since I didn't get a reply text back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleur, the other of us two, and I ended up having dinner at Taps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SK_4eSUY2Ts/Tg_-AmPKkzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uadu-AxUSHo/s1600/taps.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SK_4eSUY2Ts/Tg_-AmPKkzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uadu-AxUSHo/s320/taps.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I got that image off Google since I don't exactly have a functional camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;As of late, I haven't been taking pictures of anything substantial. Rather, I haven't been taking any pictures at all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that was how my whole evening panned out.&lt;br /&gt;I have NSTP on Saturday so I spent my afternoon in school.&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my morning at school too, actually. I had to get there a lot earlier to help work on a group project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to take more pictures next time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently training myself to use my digital camera more often. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, it pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go work on my program now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Plus, study for Calculus. Discrete Mathematics, Physics and Biology.&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It's now raining where I'm at. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6619756801735189537?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6619756801735189537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-humbug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6619756801735189537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6619756801735189537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-humbug.html' title='Saturday Humbug'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SK_4eSUY2Ts/Tg_-AmPKkzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uadu-AxUSHo/s72-c/taps.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6767741053356109450</id><published>2011-06-27T03:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T05:49:44.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag Replies'/><title type='text'>In Desperate Need of Caffeine</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear people who tag on my tagbox,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Can you not tell from these posts I write that I, under strict circumstances, speak English and, more importantly, do not speak Malay? ): I know I may look the part but hey, I am not a Malay nor do I understand Bahasa. Please leave messages in English next time, alright? :) Cause, I'm afraid I would not be able to reply to your tags if you don't&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love, Joanna.&lt;/blockquote&gt;You know, I can't tell if my tags are from real people anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I've actually a sinking feeling they're all bots. LOL. Sad me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an all-nighter for me, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I can barely keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;My upper eyelids are on their way to meet with my lower eyelids and once they do, I will be forced to drift to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;They're halfway there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go brew myself a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;LOLJK. I don't know how to brew coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I use typical 3-in-1 sachets. :D&lt;br /&gt;Which we're, as of now, sadly void of.&lt;br /&gt;Fishsticks. |:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6767741053356109450?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6767741053356109450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-desperate-need-of-caffeine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6767741053356109450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6767741053356109450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-desperate-need-of-caffeine.html' title='In Desperate Need of Caffeine'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2936274030977399308</id><published>2011-06-25T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T12:41:19.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screenshot'/><title type='text'>Glenden's Blogskin Request, Completed.</title><content type='html'>A day and a half's worth of work has finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;After so many months, I'm done with Glenden's blogskin request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it took me this long to complete it. I guess this just goes to prove that I work best under&amp;nbsp;unconstrained&amp;nbsp;conditions. I simply could not get myself started on it as soon as I've intended. I was way too busy worrying about what Glenden might want. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up doing this smoke-y&amp;nbsp;typography&amp;nbsp;thing. It turned out better than I thought it would, I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not satisfied with the color combination though. But I'm just way too worn out right now to be bothered to do anything about it. I've been coding this for almost the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://poetryaday.blogspot.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9tHwy4Q5QE/TgXxllkfHJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/YpJycyXZT0Q/s400/sdsafasfasf.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyhow, it's off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I will make the best out of this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I plan to sleep all my awful eyebags away. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2936274030977399308?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2936274030977399308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/06/glendens-blogskin-request-completed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2936274030977399308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2936274030977399308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/06/glendens-blogskin-request-completed.html' title='Glenden&apos;s Blogskin Request, Completed.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9tHwy4Q5QE/TgXxllkfHJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/YpJycyXZT0Q/s72-c/sdsafasfasf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8897501400373872166</id><published>2011-06-21T23:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:48:57.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>First Letter Capitalization In Java</title><content type='html'>Hey! It's 11:11pm.&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, 11:11pm over. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Now, a very good evening to everyone. I had just finished helping Jez code a Java program. Good gosh, I feel so accomplished. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;import java.util.Scanner;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;public class FirstLastName2&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;{&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;public static void main (String[] args)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;{&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;String firstName;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;String lastName;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;String lastNameCap;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;String firstNameCap;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;String firstLetterFirst;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;String remainderFirst;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;String firstLetterLast;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;String remainderLast;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scanner keyBoard = new Scanner(System.in);&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;System.out.print("Enter your first name: ");&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;firstName = keyBoard.nextLine();&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;System.out.print("Enter your last name: ");&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lastName = keyBoard.nextLine();&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;firstLetterFirst = firstName.substring(0,1); &amp;nbsp;// Get first letter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; remainderFirst &amp;nbsp; = firstName.substring(1); &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;// Get remainder of word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; firstNameCap = firstLetterFirst.toUpperCase() + remainderFirst.toLowerCase();&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;firstLetterLast = lastName.substring(0,1); &amp;nbsp;// Get first letter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; remainderLast &amp;nbsp; = lastName.substring(1); &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;// Get remainder of word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; lastNameCap = firstLetterLast.toUpperCase() + remainderLast.toLowerCase();&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;System.out.print("Your fullname is: " + firstNameCap + " " + lastNameCap);&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I suppose that doesn't make sense to many of you.&lt;br /&gt;That whole gunk of codes up there basically just asks you for your first name and last name and then displays your full name with the first letters of your first name and last name capitalized.&lt;br /&gt;The program looks somewhat like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enter your first name:&lt;/b&gt; joanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enter your last name:&lt;/b&gt; morales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your full name is:&lt;/b&gt; Joanna Morales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah. That's what it does.&lt;br /&gt;Yadayadaflipflop, boring things. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from PE some two hours ago. We had volleyball drills and stuff. &amp;nbsp;It's unbelievable how tired all that physical activity left me. It actually wasn't as&amp;nbsp;strenuous as I tried to make it seem but, darn it, am I exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I'M SO UNHEALTHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discrete Mathematics and Physics;&amp;nbsp;I've yet to do my assignments for them.&lt;br /&gt;I should have gotten them done sooner.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fudgeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep sounds really good right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8897501400373872166?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8897501400373872166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-letter-capitalization-in-java.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8897501400373872166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8897501400373872166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-letter-capitalization-in-java.html' title='First Letter Capitalization In Java'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2412197217595537651</id><published>2011-06-20T13:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T13:50:13.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>The Room On The Sixth Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln1xc6jRu31qe52v7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln1xc6jRu31qe52v7o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I last blogged. I quite honestly am rather disappointed at myself with the post before this. I've taken the time to read it and, in hindsight, I was being ridiculously depressing. HAHA. We can't have that. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who missed it, I've already deleted the said depressing post. IT DAMPENS SOULS. Especially mine, lol. So, I found it to be incredibly unnecessary to keep it up. And besides, things have become ever so much more better since. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, tons of stuff happened this month. Jasmine, Aaron, Dad and dear Henk Pookie had their birthdays. Daddy turned 50! :D This year was, I believe, the first time I've ever really done anything for Henky's birthday. :D I got him cupcakes and made him videos. It was frankly one of the most fulfilling things I've done lately. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, school has started. :D&lt;br /&gt;I am now a 2nd year Computer Science student. Sounds fancy, doesn't it? Haha. :) I can't say I'm now better adjusted cause I'm really not, lol. I got separated from my old classmates and I am now bundled up with a bunch of new ones. They're real nice people, I should say. It's just taking me a while to get comfy with them. Though, I suppose it's too early to really say anything. We've had barely two weeks together. LOL. It's alright, it's all good.&amp;nbsp;I'm very optimistic about this. :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is, by my standards, quite ideal.&lt;br /&gt;My day starts at 7:40am everyday, Monday all throughout Friday.&lt;br /&gt;On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, by 3:35pm, I'd be through with all my classes.&lt;br /&gt;I get to go home at 12:30pm on Thursdays and on Tuesdays, my day ends at 8:10pm due to PE.&lt;br /&gt;I also have my NSTP-CWTP subject, which takes up 3 hours of my Saturday afternoons, 1:30pm to 4:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby present to you my timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz6cMjpUulk/Tf7UtfTkkZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aMISPCod-2c/s1600/Timetable.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz6cMjpUulk/Tf7UtfTkkZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aMISPCod-2c/s320/Timetable.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you so happen to be a stalker of mine, you are more than welcome to view that in full-screen. :) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't have bothered with elaborating on my schedule when I planned to upload a picture of my timetable anyway. Hahaha. Oh well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wasn't being very honest. My schedule is anything but ideal. LOL. Though, I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;It might not be everyone's definition of ideal, nor is it mine, but I've come to really like how my subjects are spread out throughout the week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus scares me but I find my other subjects quite alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start working on those assignments now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now, at 1:08pm in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm nerdy like that. :&amp;gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my new beloved classmates got this song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;It's insanely entertaining. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="249" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MtN1YnoL46Q" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being random here but, I really want to use them musical stairs in this video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="249" src="http://youtube.com/embed/xvOc9eOn8ws" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2412197217595537651?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2412197217595537651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2412197217595537651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2412197217595537651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-everyone.html' title='The Room On The Sixth Floor'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz6cMjpUulk/Tf7UtfTkkZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aMISPCod-2c/s72-c/Timetable.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-259944105525700793</id><published>2011-05-15T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:03:33.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screenshot'/><title type='text'>I just wanted to say</title><content type='html'>My desktop is incredibly handsome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-IxIP7RmOQ/Tc-ktIGUsoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0RonXRjGt7I/s1600/Desktop.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-IxIP7RmOQ/Tc-ktIGUsoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0RonXRjGt7I/s320/Desktop.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-259944105525700793?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/259944105525700793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-wanted-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/259944105525700793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/259944105525700793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-wanted-to-say.html' title='I just wanted to say'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-IxIP7RmOQ/Tc-ktIGUsoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0RonXRjGt7I/s72-c/Desktop.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-837834394661213645</id><published>2011-05-03T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T07:11:25.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only cause I haven't been blogging at all lately</title><content type='html'>I guess it's true what people say about...&lt;br /&gt;UCK. I forgot what I was supposed to blog about. I swear, this has been relentlessly happening to me, over and over again. It's sickening. Take my word for it, it was an exceptionally stimulating topic. And I forgot all about it. Fishsticks and gumballs, just look at that opener. I had it right within my grasp and now, it's gone. It went swirling down its way to oblivion, never to be heard from ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it is of the least importance. There's nothing that can be done now. GOSH, I NEED TO WRITE THESE THOUGHTS DOWN. They escape just as easily as they come. FISHBALLS. D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righteo, now that I've taken that off my chest, let's talk business. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying for Law. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, maybe I made it sound much more pleasant than it really is. It's actually a tad bit more tedious than I give it credit for. We need to discuss a real ongoing (I think) case in class today and I've yet to cover the basics. Heck, I don't even know what the case is about. Haha. I'll read up on that later, I suppose. Now, I should bathe. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrocious how people tend to announce their -- uhm, now do I put this -- "bath-oriented" routines. Maybe it's just me but when people say such, my mind immediately generates an awful, awful mental picture of them scrubbing themselves down in the bath. HAHAHAHA. Malice set aside, based on how I imagine things, it is definitely not as perverted as it sounds. HAHA. I ASSURE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, that was awkward.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall scurry on along and, yes, bathe. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ETA: 2 hours and 5 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-837834394661213645?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/837834394661213645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/05/only-cause-i-havent-been-blogging-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/837834394661213645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/837834394661213645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/05/only-cause-i-havent-been-blogging-at.html' title='Only cause I haven&apos;t been blogging at all lately'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8954855738645679304</id><published>2011-05-01T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:42:10.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows 7 Ultimate</title><content type='html'>I just simply need to get this off my chest and tell someone. MY LAPTOP'S NOW RUNNING ON WINDOWS 7 ULTIMATE. And, it's making me a happy&amp;nbsp;lemur. :D Haha. Here are before and after screenshots. SEE THE DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPzyOCki01c/Tb17g1_0kYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QosxoIhPDuM/s1600/upgrading.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPzyOCki01c/Tb17g1_0kYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QosxoIhPDuM/s320/upgrading.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaVkVreE5Ng/Tb18CKsDP7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/d-MdmbeKHjg/s1600/w7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaVkVreE5Ng/Tb18CKsDP7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/d-MdmbeKHjg/s320/w7.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Notice now incredibly slicker it looks now. And I've added the Rainmeter. I highly recommend that everyone gets it. It's beyond awesome. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Besides that, my day today has been, otherwise, quite eventless. HAHA. However, I have no regrets. I've been home trying to configure my desktop and such. Seeing as to how I don't how much about desktop customization, you can only imagine the effort I've put into it. But I'm proud and, my gosh, all my efforts were all worth it. I can so totally bring my laptop anywhere now and flaunt my awesome desktop. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well then, I had better study for my PS class now. I've got to memorize the Bill of Rights, Section 1-18 or so. Wish me luck! :D I ask for your prayers. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: Facebook got the better of me. My account has been reactived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8954855738645679304?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8954855738645679304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/05/windows-7-ultimate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8954855738645679304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8954855738645679304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/05/windows-7-ultimate.html' title='Windows 7 Ultimate'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPzyOCki01c/Tb17g1_0kYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QosxoIhPDuM/s72-c/upgrading.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2132742056737191485</id><published>2011-04-05T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:54:05.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screenshot'/><title type='text'>Updates and Stuff</title><content type='html'>Howdy there, everyone? :D Hiedy-ho, here we have the first post for the month of April. Yay! :D I've been a tad busy with things and I hadn't the time to sit myself down and write something up. Well, I simply lacked the motivation, really. And, on most part, I never really had anything worth blogging about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm here once again to highlight a couple of blog updates I've just recently done. These might strike as something not at all interesting to you but, I beg of you, just give me this one moment to bask in the glory of my achievement. Haha. Okay, so, moving along now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHCw1p47Qkg/TZs0sG8L1sI/AAAAAAAAAVg/W8BWOVE-Mjc/s1600/searchbar.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="53" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHCw1p47Qkg/TZs0sG8L1sI/AAAAAAAAAVg/W8BWOVE-Mjc/s320/searchbar.png" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can plainly see here, I've added a handsome little magnifying glass to serve as the search button.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3ke3sqV8N8/TZs0se2ksSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/R81y2n2nnZQ/s1600/menu.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="74" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3ke3sqV8N8/TZs0se2ksSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/R81y2n2nnZQ/s320/menu.png" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the menu bar, I've added wicked effects. You could go try that out yourself. :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually all of it. HAHA. Well, that wasn't all that bad now, was it? :) Oh, and I've updated my links and what nots as well. I had to since I've quit Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/oct2009/8/3/facebook-graveyard-image-1-689921216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/oct2009/8/3/facebook-graveyard-image-1-689921216.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH TO FACEBOOK. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right people. You've read it right. I have quit Facebook and oh, lookie here, I'm still alive. Yay. Haha.&amp;nbsp;For the longest time, I've been trying to rid my life of Facebook and it wasn't till just last week that I had finally convinced myself enough to go for it. My Facebook profile is undergoing deletion as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook requires about two weeks of deactivation time before it completely expunges my account from the very plane of existence. This means that if I so happen log in even once, my account will be reactivated and the entire deletion process will be cancelled. When I, IF I, succumb to its lure, my idiocy will result to inexplicably dire consequences that will probably cost me my sanity. LOLJK. I guess I'd have to start all over again, then. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm, at present, five days into it now. And unlike my many, many, many, many, many, MANY previous attempts to delete my Facebook account, I plan to see this one last attempt through. I WILL PREVAIL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyhow, my summer classes will start first thing tomorrow morning. I suppose I'll be too busy to even bother thinking about Facebook. So, I guess I don't have to worry about being too tempted to log on for whatsoever. :D Yay, happy face. :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest, I'm rather anxious to start summer. I don't even understand how but I'm having the jitters just thinking about it. It's so unusual. Eh, I must be afraid of being unprepared or something. In cases like this, I almost always am. Haha. Alright, brushing that awful feeling off. &amp;nbsp;I'll most probably get my bag ready for school immediately right after I'm done with this post. Or, you know, whenever. I've got the whole morning since I've no plans to sleep. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I've slept half the day away today so I can't really get myself to sleep. Even if I could, I don't think I would. During the past two weeks of my school-less days, I've managed to mess my sleeping patterns quite well. Haha. Chances are, if I sleep now, I'll wake up in mid-day and I can't have when I've got class at 9am. Yeah, I'm playing safe. Haha. I hope in doing this I won't screw up my focus in the morning. Gosh, I'm going to need every once of it I can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW, setting that aside, let's see what else I've done today. :D I've designed a new blog layout! Yay! Well, it's basically still in the 'photoshop phase' so I can't really say it's done yet. I've almost designed a new blog layout! Yay! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tMZuAFxUQLc/TZs0tOkfgWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/WHVGRQQ0fh0/s1600/Untitled-4%2Bcopy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tMZuAFxUQLc/TZs0tOkfgWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/WHVGRQQ0fh0/s320/Untitled-4%2Bcopy.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a screenshot of what I have so far.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, it's been a while since I last designed these things. It's taking me so much longer to decide on from anything to everything. It's kind of like I don't know what to do anymore. And to think I used to be so good at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, this is the proposed design I'll soon be using for this blog. I have had this 'She Loves Green' layout for just far too long. It's getting rather stale. I actually love how it is now but, I don't know, I just feel as though I need to change it. I have spent hours, days on this layout and I've done so many modifications, so much more than I can even count. I've invested so much of my time and of my effort into this that it almost hurts to just sack everything. But as much as it pains me to depart with this layout, I've got to learn to let go. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking this as an opportunity to, oh, you know, expand my horizons. I'll learn new techniques and stuff on web design and, hopefully, the new layout will turn out to be much, much more prettier and&amp;nbsp;efficient&amp;nbsp;than the one I have now. &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, I talk a lot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Well, then, till my next post.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be more interesting then. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2132742056737191485?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2132742056737191485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/04/updates-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2132742056737191485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2132742056737191485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/04/updates-and-stuff.html' title='Updates and Stuff'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHCw1p47Qkg/TZs0sG8L1sI/AAAAAAAAAVg/W8BWOVE-Mjc/s72-c/searchbar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8256518247961132915</id><published>2011-03-24T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:22:17.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formspring'/><title type='text'>A Formspring Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Question:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you are in the desert surrounded by terrorist, would you take your water, iPhone, or a revolver? What would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answer: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water. &lt;br /&gt;Cause the terrorist is actually the Wicked Witch of the East -- Yeah, the ugly green skinned one from Wizard of Oz -- and will melt at the mere contact of water. I'll pour some water on her and watch her melt TO HER DOOM. Then after, I shall drink whatever remains of my water and proceed right on to find my way out of the desert. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT NO. I am not confident  that I will be able to find my way out of a whoooole desert. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, an iPhone. :D&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've always wanted one. And even if the terrorist kills me and I die, I will die happy. HAHA. NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will use my ninja moves to escape the clutches of the terrorist. And then, when I know I'm safe, I shall use my iPhone to call for the cops and demand that they get their federal butt right on over where I am with a fancy helicopter to come pick me up and FLY ME HOME. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/jellystraps?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Go on ahead, ask me anything. I dare you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8256518247961132915?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8256518247961132915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-are-in-desert-surrounded-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8256518247961132915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8256518247961132915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-are-in-desert-surrounded-by.html' title='A Formspring Question'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5713625879811026037</id><published>2011-03-24T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:30:22.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>All At Once</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, a very good morning to you! :D How is everyone doing this wonderful morning? :D So, I actually had plans on writing this post like, two nights ago cause I WAS BEING AWESOME. Haha. I was litol Miss Joanna Chef for the night. It was freaking awesome. Hahaha. We, my brother and myself, were home alone that solemn evening and we got hungreeeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we whipped up whatever dish we could with what was available. &lt;br /&gt;MADE SCRAMBLED EGGS.&lt;br /&gt;With ham.&lt;br /&gt;And with bread. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://foodandstorage.com/images/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnyyyhoooow, along with that, we attempted to make some French toast. Which, I initially thought to be French bread, by the way. I asked Google for a French bread recipe and when I saw that we needed flour, I was like, "WHAT THE HECK? We don't have flour. :(". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, realized, it was supposed to be French toast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/kid/recipes/recipes/french_toast.html" target="_blank"&gt;FRENCH TOAST!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to make any though cause we ran out of bread whilst eating the scrambled eggs we had made. Sad face. ): But, we were full enough so I guess all was well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that just about sums up our evening of fun two days ago. Now, onto more pressing matters. Haha, well, not really. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, I came across this fantastic news vlog thing that just tugged on my heartstrings. It helped return to me this whole sense of inner peace that I've been long parted with. It was just amazing. The video is -- rather, the videos are -- about heaven, how it exists and how this sweet little boy has and is a manifestation of whatever substantial proof of it. &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/42191453/ns/today-today_people/?gt1=43001" target="_blank"&gt;Go on ahead and watch it&lt;/a&gt;, if you like. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finally got to watch 'The Lovely Bones'. :D&lt;br /&gt;Just last night, I watched it. I've always wanted to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://dforce978.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/the-lovely-bones-shot-24-11-09-kc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dforce978.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/the-lovely-bones-shot-24-11-09-kc.jpg" width="300px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quite similarly to that video I had just mentioned, this movie too is about heaven what not. You must be wondering what is up with me and this sudden inclination towards things concerning death, huh? Well, I do not know either. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It's purely coincidental, I suppose. But, even so, I'd be lying if I said that it had nothing to do with my mum passing on. I do miss her so. Incredibly. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What drew me to this movie was due to the fact that during my fourth year in high school, we had a play that was rather akin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/14253_203245320845_643040845_3577712_5053571_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/14253_203245320845_643040845_3577712_5053571_n.jpg" " width="200px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our poster. I designed it myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither played out to be precisely like the other but the whole idea of it, it was all one and the same. The only significant difference that I can possibly point out is that, in our play, her murderer had used a different lure. He was so much more tactical in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I tweeted that very night,&lt;br /&gt;IT MADE ME CRY MY TEAR DUCTS DRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those deep, philosophical and even poetic people, I highly recommend that you watch this. I have reason to believe that you guys will enjoy it very, very much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA GO EAT NOW. &lt;br /&gt;Joanna is hungry. :3&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Till next time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, last night, I made Henky Pie a video. Two of them actually. I'd put it up on here but I don't think any of you would be all that interested. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, toodles! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5713625879811026037?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5713625879811026037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-at-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5713625879811026037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5713625879811026037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-at-once.html' title='All At Once'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7471496894294620522</id><published>2011-03-22T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I can</title><content type='html'>Heyyyy. So, guess what? I am blogging with the use of an iPad. Awesome, yes? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I'm at my friend's house and I'm helping him pack. Well, sort of, I guess. Lol. We end up just slacking off and shiz. Cause, you know, no one really likes packing. Haha. He'll be leaving the country 6 days from now and helping him pack is not helping me feel any better about it. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7471496894294620522?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7471496894294620522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/03/cause-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7471496894294620522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7471496894294620522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/03/cause-i-can.html' title='Cause I can'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6570442349228981540</id><published>2011-03-20T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:30:22.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Cause I like cookies. :D</title><content type='html'>I don't feel okay today. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those days again. One of those days in which I just can't help but feel awful. I know this is getting annoyingly redundant. I remember blogging not so long ago about feeling this exact same way. I apologize. |: But it's what I feel, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started feeling a little better when I begun talking to Ron earlier this evening. And, to add to that, we stormed up some sort of challenge for ourselves. We are, for the rest of the remaining year, to lose weight. :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, oddly enough, this is so inappropriate. Why, you ask? Because, just exactly when I'm required to lose weight, I feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbs7jaQV4B1qcgoteo1_500.jpg" width="350px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Good gracious. This is the most lethargic I've been in ages. JUST WHEN IT COUNTS. Hahaha. I had better straighten up if I'm to hope to ever win this thing. LOL. See? I feel instantly better. I suppose it's just because I haven't had anyone to really talk to in a while. And because Henk is offline. Haha. Eh, fishsticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6570442349228981540?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6570442349228981540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/03/cause-i-like-cookies-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6570442349228981540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6570442349228981540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/03/cause-i-like-cookies-d.html' title='Cause I like cookies. :D'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1351842341568385361</id><published>2011-02-25T23:33:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T11:55:18.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Quick Hoe-Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh6dx3l82m1qzwyfio1_500.jpg" width="350px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm in the mood, I shall now make a summary of whatever I can remember from whatever had transpired the past couple of months. I should really learn how to "just do" things. I procrastinate so much that I procrastinate the actual procrastination. LOL. Anyhow, back to topic. I shall utilize the use of bullets cause they're oh so convenient. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so maybe no bullets. But, here we go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve of February 4 -&lt;/b&gt; Relatives from Manila arrived. Jason also had his Sophomore's Night at school, making us both unable to fetch them from the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182721_494618665845_643040845_6627679_499102_n.jpg" width="300px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, or not so evidently, from that picture above, we had a cowboy ensemble thing going on. We were only able to meet our relatives at home, after the event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve of February 5 -&lt;/b&gt; Daddy arrived. Jason and I basically wasted the day away locked up in the room. Interaction with our relationally distant cousins was kept at a minimum since it was honestly rather awkward. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 6 -&lt;/b&gt; Epic family time 'get-together' outing. We spent the whole day going places like the Crocodile Park, Butterfly Garden thing, Pantatan (Some eatery that specializes in 'pantat' or 'catfish'). LOL. It sounds so wrong to throw 'pantat' in along with a bunch of English words. Haha. Anyhow, not important. We watched some sort of fire-dance thing too. :D Pictures soon to come cause, as for now, I'm just far too lazy to reach for my external drive. LOL. They're all in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve of February 6 -&lt;/b&gt;After watching the fire-dance thing at that place right beside Crocodile Park, whatever they call it, we headed for NCCC. It's a mall, to those who don't know. And in the mall, they bought me a cake. Yes, they were being so incredibly inconspicuous about it. *Sarcasm* HAHA. Well, at least they were sweet enough to keep what sort of cake it was secret. Bless their souls. Hahaha. :D Speaking of cake, I'm now craving for some. But that's besides the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had dinner at home -- barbecue it was, I think -- and after which, I was left to await midnight alone before they came bursting through the bedroom door with the cake and with cameras rolling and happy faces. The cake was chocolate, if you must know. And again, pictures, soon to come. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 7 -&lt;/b&gt; Huzzah, it's the big day. It was officially my birthday. I'm not one to make a big deal out of birthdays but, at that very moment on that very day, it felt unjust to have birthday celebrants still attend school on their special day. LOL. I had a couple of people greet me because they remembered, I had a couple of people greet me because Facebook remembered to remind them, and I had very little few people who actually got me something. For those who did, I am eternally grateful. Not that I was being materialistic or even expectant, but it's nice to receive gifts sometimes, you know? It made me feel loved, feel important, to think that there were people who cared enough for me to actually go through all that hassle of getting me something. This might sound all too over-dramatic but it felt like I actually had something to live for because, for once, I could feel and could proclaim with much conviction, that there are people who are actually, honestly grateful that I was born. :'D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love birthdays, especially mine. It never fails to give me, and hopefully other people as well on their birthdays, a renewed sense of purpose and self-worth. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 8 -&lt;/b&gt; School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 9 -&lt;/b&gt; School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 10 -&lt;/b&gt; School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 11 -&lt;/b&gt; Went shopping with Kong, Jason and dad for a red blouse to be used on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve of February 11 -&lt;/b&gt; Grocery with Jason and dad at NCCC. Kong tagged along as well. After all was said and done, Kong headed home and then dad drove Jason and I to SM to have us three have three unbelievably fun rounds of bumper cars together. Legendary family quality time, I say. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 12 -&lt;/b&gt; At 7am, Daddy went back to Qatar. I practically slept through the rest of the day cause I could help but feel depressed if I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 13 -&lt;/b&gt; LOVE FEST THING! :D And right after, sea dragon at the Rosemary Carnival. :D I was even able to shoot a video. Oh gosh, I was so brave. :'&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/496110725845" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/496110725845" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 14 -&lt;/b&gt; I wrote a post on this day. &lt;a href="http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html"&gt;Read it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and since the mood's gone, here are some pictures of things that happened after that. HAHA. I'm so bipolar, I know. Skip, skip, skipping to &lt;b&gt;February 19, 2011&lt;/b&gt;. It was a beautiful Saturday and we had that cheer dance event. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOKeFzbDkH8/TWffljceBcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qRp8khr49Ck/s1600/Photo0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOKeFzbDkH8/TWffljceBcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qRp8khr49Ck/s320/Photo0465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577672499784451522" width="180px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a  href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GA2J7YO7J3s/TWffl9ZMPvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2A1yEleFe_E/s1600/Photo0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GA2J7YO7J3s/TWffl9ZMPvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2A1yEleFe_E/s320/Photo0466.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577672506750025458" width="180px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my hair colored. :D The cheer dance was yet to start at 7pm. Kong had me go to school earlier that afternoon cause, thinking that the event would start at 7am, he came to school way early and was apparently getting bored. Haha. Whilst waiting for 7pm, I thought, "Hey, why not color my hair?". So, surely enough, I did. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1QGxBPprwM/TWfjDPKPd1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/2BfXFv1Hk4g/s1600/Photo0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1QGxBPprwM/TWfjDPKPd1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/2BfXFv1Hk4g/s320/Photo0483.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577676308270249810" width="180px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I look puuuurdy? HAHA. As you can see, there isn't much of a difference really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the cheer dance thing took play and lalala, Accountancy took the seat as overall winner. I didn't really pay much attention, to be frank. Other issues at hand were of greater importance and I was quite distracted. I can't really divulge what it was about but yeah, I was distracted. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed to Frozen Avenue with Sam and Carl. We took pictures. Like, only about 3 of them cause my phone was mercilessly running low on battery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Az1_bgEKkkE/TWffmFFnknI/AAAAAAAAAUw/xR2JxUdJHuE/s1600/Photo0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Az1_bgEKkkE/TWffmFFnknI/AAAAAAAAAUw/xR2JxUdJHuE/s320/Photo0495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577672508815413874"  width="180px" title="This is Sam."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8yh_Jtj0yE/TWfjDhgyolI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Nx0PZZpQWnE/s1600/Photo0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8yh_Jtj0yE/TWfjDhgyolI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Nx0PZZpQWnE/s320/Photo0494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577676313196667474" width="180px" title="This is Carl."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl found that mask on the floor somewhere on our way there. Don't they look stunning? :&gt; HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4PYzweJcd6Y/TWfjELULQ0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/x1y4zYyv-kA/s1600/Photo0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4PYzweJcd6Y/TWfjELULQ0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/x1y4zYyv-kA/s320/Photo0496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577676324418044738" width="180px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-1351842341568385361?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1351842341568385361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/02/quick-hoe-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1351842341568385361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1351842341568385361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/02/quick-hoe-down.html' title='Quick Hoe-Down'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOKeFzbDkH8/TWffljceBcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qRp8khr49Ck/s72-c/Photo0465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-3876664185761132128</id><published>2011-02-19T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Dancing Monkey</title><content type='html'>OH MY FREAKING HECK OF A GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. I am immensely entertained right now. You cannot possibly imagine how much. HAHAHAHA. I was reading through my previous blog posts cause I just couldn't help but feel nostalgic today. And, you know, I had also wanted to assess how much my writing has advanced -- or rather yet, deteriorated -- through the years. And gosh, as I did, I came across a not so old link I've posted only, I suppose, a month ago. &lt;a href="http://theuglydance.com/?v=tswwbonssr" target="_blank"&gt;Check it out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I look cross-eyed, I know. And it's absolutely ridiculous but, lol, it's just the darnest thing. HAHAHA. Senseless entertainment, at the very least. Haha. It's funnier to watch when you have your face plastered on there. LOL. You ought to try it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I had better take a bath. There's this cheer dance thing to be held at school today and my friend got my tickets. It would be such a shame if those were to go to waste, yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so hard to get started on anything nowadays; blog posts included. My sincerest apologies. I've been throwing about empty promises lately. I'm not quite sure what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivational picture time! Haha. My posts can never seem complete without these things. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgst9hsQxo1qzdubgo1_500.jpg" width="450px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-3876664185761132128?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3876664185761132128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/02/ugly-dancing-monkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3876664185761132128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3876664185761132128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/02/ugly-dancing-monkey.html' title='Ugly Dancing Monkey'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4299476031688512733</id><published>2011-02-17T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome Finds'/><title type='text'>Awesome Rings</title><content type='html'>Alright, before anything else, I want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgmusr6C2V1qaodr1o1_400.jpg" width="350px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I think it's just the cutest thing. If I were to have a boyfriend, I'd like him to get two of these to wear as our couple rings. That way, everyday, we could write something that we love about each other on it and when we hold hands, we could read what the other wrote. :D Hahaha, wouldn't that be sweet? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Anyhow, I'm here once again cause I just had to express the joy I'm feeling right now. WE HAVE SHORTED CLASSES TODAY! Woot woot! :D Now, who wouldn't be psyched about that? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like apples. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Okay, totally random. Anyhow, I've still a scrapbook to finish in under an hour. If I ever complete this with ample enough time to spare, I'll snap pictures. I really wanted to surf the net for Samsung Wave fixes cause my phone has been on the fritz lately. It corrupts my pictures, for crying out loud. But then, in retrospect, after having had considered what had become of my last configuration 'project', I decided to go get help instead. Haha. My laptop is irreversibly dead now. I think I fried its circuits. LOL. That's what I get for being a total doo-doo head. LOL. It's to the mall later today! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4299476031688512733?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4299476031688512733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/02/awesome-rings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4299476031688512733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4299476031688512733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/02/awesome-rings.html' title='Awesome Rings'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8397876598188854500</id><published>2011-02-14T23:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:33:36.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>OH MY FREAKING GOSH. I'm seriously freaking out right now cause Dorna, a close friend of mine, had just shared with me how people are waging war against each other and causing riots on over where her boyfriend is at and it's actually scaring me a whole lot. OH MY GOSH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to boast nor am I trying to be totally insensitive to her situation but, oh gosh, I am honestly quite glad I don't have to deal with such worries. I WOULD DIE FROM WORRY. Gosh, Dorna, strong soul. You certainly are quite remarkable, sweetie. I don't care how much you protest; you're one of the strongest people I've ever met and nothing that you'll say is ever going to change that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that's besides the point of this post. Now, "Why blog?", you ask? Well, because it's Valentine's Day, silly. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l002l10QJU1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" width="400px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's had always been a very lonely, very sad day of the year for me. But this year, it turned out very different and man, do I have a story for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, for confidentiality's sake, maybe I won't. LOL. It always makes me feel like a total gossip column whenever I've the urge to blog about whatever personal going-ons that happen in my life. I mean, I know it's my blog and everything and what's on here is already all about me, why stop now, you know? But, even despite that, it just feels too personal. LOL. I suppose it's because of the many other people involved, I begin to feel like it's not my story to tell which is the strangest thing, by the way, because, in fact, it actually is. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know, whatever. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POINT IS THAT TODAY WAS AWESOME. And that I've never been happier. :)&lt;br /&gt;God knows why. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon blog about all the things that had happened lately. You know, big events. :D And, I shall personally see to it that I make a quick summary of the past month. TILL THEN! :) Stay pretty, everyone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOfhH8tWDOA/TVnoc6iOAXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/if_HJ5JwiMM/s1600/Photo0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOfhH8tWDOA/TVnoc6iOAXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/if_HJ5JwiMM/s320/Photo0304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573741597294461298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl9GHETqy6U/TVno5DK05LI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jyrCF_mUrqU/s1600/Photo0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl9GHETqy6U/TVno5DK05LI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jyrCF_mUrqU/s320/Photo0303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573742080648602802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8rgts54z9vw/TVno5o84tWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nLHd_fuaZUw/s1600/Photo0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8rgts54z9vw/TVno5o84tWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nLHd_fuaZUw/s320/Photo0301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573742090790679906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were shots of Valentine's spent at school. :D We were allowed to wear red today. :D I got a flower, chocolate, a balloon, and something else. :D I look haggard from the obvious lack of sleep, lol. I felt like I just had to post these, otherwise, I'd definitely forget to later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8397876598188854500?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8397876598188854500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8397876598188854500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8397876598188854500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOfhH8tWDOA/TVnoc6iOAXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/if_HJ5JwiMM/s72-c/Photo0304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5970671121320636751</id><published>2011-02-01T08:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome Finds'/><title type='text'>The Ten Stages Of  A Depressed ENFP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfuxnasIRy1qzdubgo1_500.jpg" width="350px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found the most interesting thing.&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty upset lately. You know, in the blues. I don't exactly understand why. Well, maybe I do but that's not really important right now. LOL. WELL, IT IS. I just don't want to blog about it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, anyhow, as I mentioned, since I was feeling a tad bit upset lately and since I had also recently discovered I have an ENFP personality, I googled, "Making an ENDP feel happy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I came across this.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://personalitycafe.com/enfp-articles/10708-10-stages-depressed-enfp.html" target="_blank"&gt;THE TEN STAGES OF A DEPRESSED ENFP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage One:&lt;/b&gt; ENFP will start feeling a bit lonely and disconnected. They will think it's just a stage that will pass, and will try to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage Two: &lt;/b&gt;The ENFP will start feeling even more lonely, this can usually be brought about by having a hard time with family or feeling like they are insecure in their relationships in general. Stage One increases, and the ENFP will start feeling anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage Three: &lt;/b&gt;The ENFP's feeling of anxiousness will become overbearing, and they may feel extremely insecure when talking to other people. They lose the quick wit and charm they used to have. The smile will because more nervous and the laugh will become less natural. They will still be trying to convince themselves it;s just a stage that they are going through and that nothing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage Four:&lt;/b&gt; ENFP will most likely hit shut down mode. They will not talk to other people about their feelings or what is going on unless asked specific, prying questions. They will have a really hard time talking to people and feeling like they can relate. They will start coming across as an introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage Five:&lt;/b&gt; The ENFP will be extremely stressed, lonely, and emotional. May start bursting out randomly and be extremely moody. Will experience periods of highs and lows. The ENFP may start crying over something seemingly insignificant. They will do this because there is so much bottled feelings up inside and that may have been the last thing to set them off edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage Six: &lt;/b&gt;The ENFP will start lashing out at other people like above, but more extremely. Will most likely show complete and utter disregard for authority. They will also start hurting the people they care about, to make them back off and go away. All the while the ENFP, through the stages, will try to convince themselves that nothing is wrong and that they will get better, and thus the problem worsens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage Seven:&lt;/b&gt; They will finally admit to themselves that there is a problem but try consciously to contradict it. They will try to force themselves to relax and be wonderful again. They will try to establish the facts- what the problems is, how it went wrong, and what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage Eight:&lt;/b&gt; If it gets worse at this point, the ENFP will not be acting like themselves at all. They will not be thinking clearly, and will most likely suffer from being illogical, irrational, and as well may suffer from extremely headaches. They will give up on caring and will not pay attention to the world around them, instead focusing all of their energy into their inner world of what they feel and dwell on it. They will no longer have any motivation to care or do the things they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage Nine:&lt;/b&gt; Your ENFP will start enjoying dark humor ad freaking other people out for the hell of it, especially the people they care about. However, at this stage they will not do this too extremely to the people they care about because their is that small piece of the ENFP that wants to hold the relationship in tact. They will push you away and drag you back in, and become and emotional roller coaster for anyone and everyone around them. If you ask what is wrong, the ENFP will completely shoot you down unless it is in a structured environment and they think that you are somebody that they can trust. However at this point the ENFP will become extremely untrusting, so talking to them about anything is much like walking on fragile glass about to fall apart and break forever. The ENFP will hold grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage Ten:&lt;/b&gt; Complete personality turnaround, the ENFP will have lost it, or will have appeared to. Complete emotional instability and recklessness. They will be completely and utterly impulsive to the point of stupidity. They will not care about their well being or anybody else's. At this pion, the ENFP will be so far in their heads it will be nearly impossible to get through to them unless you sink to his or her own level of insanity and instability. They will have given up on life altogether, and will most likely have forgotten what it was like to really feel alive and well again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a thorough enough analysis, I've come to conclude I'm already at stage five. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Someone saveeeee me. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll do more research on how to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;It's the first day of February, I should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;It's only six more days till my birthday for goodness sakes. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rather strange to find someone who's at the fifth stage of depression to be consistently LOL-ing everywhere, huh? HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, whatev, inside, I'm laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just can't tell it from my face. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5970671121320636751?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5970671121320636751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/02/ten-stages-of-depressed-enfp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5970671121320636751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5970671121320636751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/02/ten-stages-of-depressed-enfp.html' title='The Ten Stages Of  A Depressed ENFP'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-3423653900833810331</id><published>2011-01-30T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I only got what I deserved</title><content type='html'>My ever dearest Acer Aspire One ZG5, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for having had tinkered with you. I'm sorry I had let my ego get the better of me, thinking oh so high and mighty of myself. If I had an ounce of a conscience, I would have just let the professionals take care of you. But I was selfish and naive. I thought I could find a fix but, alas, I was wrong. And now, it's far too late. I'll send you to the repair shop tomorrow. That is, if you can still be fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Joanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everyone, my laptop is now officially of no use to me in its current state. Thanks to my imbecilic carelessness, from what once started as a simple boot up problem had evolved into something of a far more incomprehensible complexity. I had it better before I suddenly decided to try and update its BIOS whatever. As opposed to how it was initially, the led lights won't even light up now. It seems as good as dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plug it in, it won't charge.&lt;br /&gt;I power it up, it won't turn on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S DEAD. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea how I'm supposed to break it to my dad. &lt;br /&gt;I'll have it checked out at a computer shop tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear God, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-3423653900833810331?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3423653900833810331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-guess-i-only-got-what-i-deserved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3423653900833810331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3423653900833810331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-guess-i-only-got-what-i-deserved.html' title='I guess I only got what I deserved'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4179706236933209931</id><published>2011-01-29T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:02:27.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ten Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Ten Day Challenge: Starting Point</title><content type='html'>And here's yet another challenge I bet I won't finish in time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten-Day Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day One:&lt;/b&gt; Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Two:&lt;/b&gt; Nine things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Three:&lt;/b&gt; Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Four:&lt;/b&gt; Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Five:&lt;/b&gt; Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Six: &lt;/b&gt;Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Seven:&lt;/b&gt; Four turn offs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Eight:&lt;/b&gt; Three turn ons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Nine:&lt;/b&gt; Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Ten:&lt;/b&gt; One confession&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4179706236933209931?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4179706236933209931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/ten-day-challenge-starting-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4179706236933209931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4179706236933209931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/ten-day-challenge-starting-point.html' title='Ten Day Challenge: Starting Point'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7271504365450620904</id><published>2011-01-23T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>I think I love you :)</title><content type='html'>Alright, something real significant happen today so, I reckoned, I MUST BLOG. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Dorna, a Singaporean friend of mine, whom I haven't met in person by the way, had just called me. She's my best friend and she is awesome for having had done so. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so loved. &lt;br /&gt;Aww. -Tear-&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides that, I just wanted to raise awareness to pre-marital sex just cause.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron showed me this message he had chanced upon on Tumblr concerning the matter and it goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There is a chemical in a girls’ brain is released only two different times in her life, when she has sex, and when she breast feeds her baby. This chemical emotionally connects her to another person for the rest of her life. Guys? They only release this chemical when they bond with our children. So, guys, if you think sex is a game and go around doing it with as many girls as you want, remember that you will mentally mess this girl for the rest of her life. If you’re still friends afterwards then whatever, but she will always have the same feeling toward you because of this chemical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit of science.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, that's just about it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7271504365450620904?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7271504365450620904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7271504365450620904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7271504365450620904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-i-love-you.html' title='I think I love you :)'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4213576930664419790</id><published>2011-01-20T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:53:23.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Donuts. Again.</title><content type='html'>And, here's yet another donut photo. :D&lt;br /&gt;Donuts make such awesome photo props. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TThWRq37KXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/scTa9uMf6TU/s1600/lol.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TThWRq37KXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/scTa9uMf6TU/s320/lol.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564292201182865778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have TONS to blog about but I'll find some other time to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;Right now. I have two programs due. I need to start on them ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4213576930664419790?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4213576930664419790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/donuts-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4213576930664419790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4213576930664419790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/donuts-again.html' title='Donuts. Again.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TThWRq37KXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/scTa9uMf6TU/s72-c/lol.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5750614553539402883</id><published>2011-01-16T12:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:41:21.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Donut Panorama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/8324/ploxer.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" width="320" src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/8324/ploxer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havin' donuts for brunch. &lt;br /&gt;Would you like some? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I'm sad since I broke my 5-day blogging streak. When I was finally able to blog for 5 straight days in a row, my internet suddenly decided to flip on me. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whilst the torturous hours I've gone without internet connection, I had the time to do things I usually wouldn't have been able to. LOL. I've been painting the master's bedroom -- the room we're using as of the time being. And it's beautiful. :'D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TTKPVWzPi9I/AAAAAAAAATw/6l4P6v7eyGU/s1600/DSCF7100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TTKPVWzPi9I/AAAAAAAAATw/6l4P6v7eyGU/s320/DSCF7100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562666086816517074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TTKPVDr7NgI/AAAAAAAAATo/VOhLU7xRw_M/s1600/DSCF7099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TTKPVDr7NgI/AAAAAAAAATo/VOhLU7xRw_M/s320/DSCF7099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562666081685550594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Jason suddenly decided to let his 'artistic' side out. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not done yet but it's on its way. We've already painted over those drawings and part of the room is now a brilliant crisp white. :D I'll take pictures when we're done. As of now, I suppose, we'll be resuming work. Yes, 'work'. Haha. Cause our walls needs be a paintin'. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5750614553539402883?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5750614553539402883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/donut-panorama_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5750614553539402883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5750614553539402883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/donut-panorama_16.html' title='Donut Panorama'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TTKPVWzPi9I/AAAAAAAAATw/6l4P6v7eyGU/s72-c/DSCF7100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5412609857883216586</id><published>2011-01-12T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T03:08:21.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Prelim Grades</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le1km0HSYr1qfi6r2o1_r1_500.jpg" width="300px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture is to serve as my mini-motivator before I begin breaking the awful, awful, truth. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, goodness me. I had almost forgotten to rattle on about my grades as of this Prelim grading. They're not 'all that' and, quite frankly, they're atrociously demeaning. I mean, I know better but seeing my grades plummet like that makes me think a whole lot less of myself. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: 75&lt;br /&gt;CS Programming: 84&lt;br /&gt;History: 84&lt;br /&gt;Filipino: 80&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: 78&lt;br /&gt;Theology: 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, those are the only grades that I know of. I've been absent a ton for Theology so that basically justifies the plunge. For English, I've been absent a whole lot too. Math is just flat out impossible. And that goes the same for CS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to do better for Midterms. You'll see. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5412609857883216586?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5412609857883216586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/prelim-grades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5412609857883216586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5412609857883216586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/prelim-grades.html' title='Prelim Grades'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-3596903240198513151</id><published>2011-01-12T21:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:30:22.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I want a cool bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TS2oRGSGdyI/AAAAAAAAATU/T2u7wnNHlE4/s1600/omgtwins.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TS2oRGSGdyI/AAAAAAAAATU/T2u7wnNHlE4/s320/omgtwins.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like,  honest opinion time. &lt;br /&gt;Do you think I look better when I smile with or without teeth? :D&lt;br /&gt;Share what you have to say, everyone. I'll give you a virtual cookie if you do. (:&lt;br /&gt;But please be gentile, I have a very fragile self-esteem. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, you know, you could choose not to and I could give you a virtual cookie anyway. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px;" src="http://img816.imageshack.us/img816/6202/thanksx.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;textarea style="width: 300px; height: 100px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://italicized.co.nr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img816.imageshack.us/img816/6202/thanksx.png" border="0px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Yup, I'm really just that bored right now. And pshaw, we all know where I tend to end up when I'm bored. Yeah, evidently, as you can see from the image up there, that's on Photoshop. LOL. They're minor edits like, you know, curves and saturation and color adjustments and junk? But they keep me occupied, at the very least. So, all's well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telly's switched on to AXN but nothing interesting is on. Nothing interesting enough for me, anyhow. HAHA. I'm waiting on &lt;b&gt;'CSI: Dr. Jekyll's Series'&lt;/b&gt;. I don't really know what they call it exactly but it has to do with a chain serial killer with the code name 'Dr. Jekyll'. :D Actually, CSI is airing right this very moment. LOL. Before you begin pointing out that I have just totally contradicted myself, lol, I'm not saying that CSI is categorized as 'nothing intersting'. I love CSI. It's just cause, currently in this episode, they're dealing a case that surrounds arsenal killings and war and machinery and what not. I don't know why but they are. I guess it's a special or something. But yes, I'm just really not into those things and so, for just this once, CSI is currently not of much interest to me at this very moment.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the reason for the title of this post is due to me searching for bedroom ideas. I've come across a few darling ones and I must tell you, I need to make my room as cool as at least one of them. Hear that? NEED. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lesw7iGlSN1qfqg7uo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="330" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lesw7iGlSN1qfqg7uo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leu1x5GAks1qbmuv5o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="330" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leu1x5GAks1qbmuv5o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lel1enTrf21qzt3rfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="330" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lel1enTrf21qzt3rfo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lems1iQyI21qbmuv5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="330" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lems1iQyI21qbmuv5o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_led29gGtEL1qc8zz7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="330" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_led29gGtEL1qc8zz7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In choosing pictures to put up on here, I've been within reason. My room to be is quite quaint and, well, I don't have the luxury of having fancy windows or a balcony in it either. There are some that are insanely gorgeous but, as of now, I avoid looking at them because I find myself wanting, yearning to finally get my own room more and more. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things that I MUST have in my room to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Starry lights. &lt;br /&gt;2. Those translucent and frilly like drape things. &lt;br /&gt;3. A full-length mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Let alone with those things, my bedroom would be marvelous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to throw on a fresh coat of paint in my room though so I'm still trying to figure what color that'll be. What's first is first. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WILL BE GETTING MY RETAINERS TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty teeth, welcome back. I will reunite with you soon. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Just in time too. I'll be turning 18 in two weeks so I hope they straighten up enough by then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the third upper retainer that I needed to have made. I lost the other two. HAHA. I can't believe how UN-careful I am with my things. New year, new resolutions. I promise myself that I shall and I WILL take better care of my things. :D Gosh, I had better. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's almost 10pm. That CSI special I've awaited since I first found out about it is about to show. :D Have a very good night, everyone! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-3596903240198513151?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3596903240198513151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-cool-bedroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3596903240198513151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3596903240198513151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-cool-bedroom.html' title='I want a cool bedroom'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TS2oRGSGdyI/AAAAAAAAATU/T2u7wnNHlE4/s72-c/omgtwins.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Davao City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>7.0644444 125.6077778</georss:point><georss:box>6.383024900000001 124.6739398 7.7458639 126.54161579999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2957028029710025352</id><published>2011-01-11T19:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Who's in the mood for some cheesecakes?</title><content type='html'>HUZZAH! And yes, as you can probably guess from the title, I have cheesecakes. Oh, I love them so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSw9h26YelI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Pp9cuM703P0/s1600/DSCF7178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSw9h26YelI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Pp9cuM703P0/s320/DSCF7178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSw9ioN3aNI/AAAAAAAAATE/EMhFeMK4mpQ/s1600/DSCF7182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSw9ioN3aNI/AAAAAAAAATE/EMhFeMK4mpQ/s320/DSCF7182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no specific purpose as to why I posted these up. I'm just really happy -- and I mean REALLY happy -- that I've finally gotten to eat some after a long while. :D So happy that I thought it would be selfish to keep all this happiness to myself, that I felt as though I just needed to tell somebody. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE COULD SHARE! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Do you like cheesecakes too?&lt;br /&gt;I like the blueberry ones best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leurlgMyMH1qaj5jro1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, things like that can only happen to Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to try it. LOLOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall try getting back to my programming thing now. It's hard to concentrate with a half-asleep brain. Incredibly groggy, is what I am. And I can't seem to focus. Lalalala. :D You know that moment when you see something insanely gross on TV and you get goosebumps? Yeah, I just had that. A horror flick is showing on HBO and it's amazingly horrid. LOL. I'm getting goosebumps everywhere. D: And the coldness administrated by the air-conditioner isn't helping on bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalaaaalaaaaaa. LOL. I'm at the phase of sleepiness where you're absolutely booming with misplaced hyperness. I get so hyper sometimes that I get mistaken for a drunken little elf. LOL. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should nap for a bit. It isn't good to abuse myself like this. NAP TIME! :D I wish I don't oversleep again like last time. And the time before that. I told Jason to wake me up at midnight, sharp. That should do the trick, hopefully. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2957028029710025352?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2957028029710025352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/whos-in-mood-for-some-cheesecakes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2957028029710025352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2957028029710025352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/whos-in-mood-for-some-cheesecakes.html' title='Who&apos;s in the mood for some cheesecakes?'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSw9h26YelI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Pp9cuM703P0/s72-c/DSCF7178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1762896861109837327</id><published>2011-01-11T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Sewing machines on rampage! D:</title><content type='html'>Good morning, little lily pads and all things beautiful. Haha. Alright, so, I was ironing clothes last night and as I did, I took time to segregate all the clothing as well, both mine and Jason's. I had set the clothes that we don't want to wear anymore to one side, and clothes that we would like to put up as donations, particularly those kiddie shirts that don't fit at all anymore, to another. You know, all that junk. And yes, we still had our kiddie clothes in our possession. Haha. I thought that, maybe, since I'll be turning 18 in a month, it's about time to clear my closet out and rid it of old clothes. And so, I did. :D I've actually already quite a pile of usable clothes now. And oh, I had set aside clothes that needed mending too. Whilst so, the funkiest idea hit me. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no. Not yet. I actually wanted to know how to fix discolored clothing. I have these pair of pants and they're hopelessly of no use to me at its current state. Blotches of uneven color everywhere; it's hideous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, as how I know every other teenager would probably do, I consulted Google. We all know how vast the WWW is, now, don't we? One website lead to another, one video lead to another video. I then came across this peculiar site that sparked my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giannyl.com/category/howto-style/"&gt;Giannyl.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the most wonderful tutorials on how to sew and tweak clothes so they turn out to be something totally different. :D This video was what intrigued me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="437" height="288" id="viddler"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/player/f1caee45/" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="fake=1"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.viddler.com/player/f1caee45/" width="437" height="288" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="fake=1" name="viddler" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I remember saying to myself, "I must do that". LOL. &lt;br /&gt;I only had one thing missing though -- a sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;And we have that. :D&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could very well mend those clothes I've set aside for, you know, mending too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a independent bum, you see. And I simply cannot and will not have my clothes be fiddled with by other people. LOL. On one hand, I would prefer to mend my clothes myself. Yet, on another, I'm just waaay too lazy to even bother bothering other people with it. Hence, making me a stubbornly independent bum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. That didn't even make sense. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I remember owning a sewing machine. My mom used to sew herself and I was pretty sure it was still around. So, I ventured off to the far depths of the house. And yup, I found it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSuhJfNV1yI/AAAAAAAAASk/H-tcUmDSqVY/s1600/DSCF7176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSuhJfNV1yI/AAAAAAAAASk/H-tcUmDSqVY/s320/DSCF7176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is! :D Good old lassie. HAHA. I still need to figure out how it works though. I didn't think it'd be that hard so I dove right into it and failed. Several times. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSuhJooYGII/AAAAAAAAASs/2iZK8n7J_go/s1600/DSCF7173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSuhJooYGII/AAAAAAAAASs/2iZK8n7J_go/s320/DSCF7173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely out of topic but, that's my new school bag. Isn't it pretty? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSuhKGNQs-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/g-oWI4GUJYE/s1600/DSCF7177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSuhKGNQs-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/g-oWI4GUJYE/s320/DSCF7177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, evidential proof of one of my multiple failures as I tried to work the thing. HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, as much as I would like to blabber on about the sewing machine thing, I must get ready for school. It's 8:19am and school starts at 11am today. I still have to read for a report I'll be doing later on this afternoon. Not to mention do a little washing as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-1762896861109837327?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1762896861109837327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/sewing-machines-on-rampage-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1762896861109837327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1762896861109837327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/sewing-machines-on-rampage-d.html' title='Sewing machines on rampage! D:'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSuhJfNV1yI/AAAAAAAAASk/H-tcUmDSqVY/s72-c/DSCF7176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1401251672011729169</id><published>2011-01-10T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:56:09.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Pearl Farm Resort</title><content type='html'>As promised, I shall now upload the pictures I've taken during my visit to Pearl Farm during the New Years'. That place turned out to be pretty dandy, I must say. Haha. I can't say that I had a grandeur tour of the place cause I hadn't. LOL. My friends and I spent most of our time in the room, watching TV and, well, sleeping. Haha. Pity. It was a such a nice place too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, not minding that minor setback, I shall now attempt to stun you with whatever pictures I did have the chance to take. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq3db5Zh3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QpM-eakeleU/s1600/DSCF7056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq3db5Zh3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QpM-eakeleU/s200/DSCF7056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq3diZlCII/AAAAAAAAARE/8J3EmrgUeSA/s1600/DSCF7059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq3diZlCII/AAAAAAAAARE/8J3EmrgUeSA/s200/DSCF7059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq3dyXeTiI/AAAAAAAAARM/jGP-iGsg-o4/s1600/DSCF7065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq3dyXeTiI/AAAAAAAAARM/jGP-iGsg-o4/s200/DSCF7065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq3ePsZacI/AAAAAAAAARU/hEgiPVCEo_8/s1600/DSCF7067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq3ePsZacI/AAAAAAAAARU/hEgiPVCEo_8/s200/DSCF7067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq3eeGQ_PI/AAAAAAAAARc/cWjA4DgeDKo/s1600/DSCF7069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq3eeGQ_PI/AAAAAAAAARc/cWjA4DgeDKo/s200/DSCF7069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq6HxvSW8I/AAAAAAAAARs/WRa9rUCyNGg/s1600/DSCF7086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq6HxvSW8I/AAAAAAAAARs/WRa9rUCyNGg/s200/DSCF7086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560461332715822018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq6HSu5_tI/AAAAAAAAARk/i0Ku3wM3mOQ/s1600/DSCF7082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq6HSu5_tI/AAAAAAAAARk/i0Ku3wM3mOQ/s200/DSCF7082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560461324392726226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq6IS4-MDI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8Fnn77J5pVY/s1600/DSCF7106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq6IS4-MDI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8Fnn77J5pVY/s200/DSCF7106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560461341614813234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq6IMzcBxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/G4-L5yPTWNk/s1600/DSCF7093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq6IMzcBxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/G4-L5yPTWNk/s200/DSCF7093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560461339980990226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went jet-ski too but those pictures are with my friend. If I ever get a grab hold of those, I'll be sure to post them up as well. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-1401251672011729169?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1401251672011729169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/pearl-farm-resort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1401251672011729169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1401251672011729169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/pearl-farm-resort.html' title='Pearl Farm Resort'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSq3db5Zh3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QpM-eakeleU/s72-c/DSCF7056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7446627504098906807</id><published>2011-01-10T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>In CS class</title><content type='html'>If my teacher were to ever catch me blogging at this time, I'd be a dead man. Or, more perferrably, a dead woman. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently having my CS subject right now. That's Computer Science, to those who don't know. And, I feel like doing everything and anything but program. LOL. I always get like this. May it be blogging or studying for the next subject I'll be having, I always want to do those instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right this moment, we're supposed to be working on Activity 3. In this exercise, we are to create a text file containing "I love C programming" and, with the use of C programming, change 'C programming' to 'Java programming'. Heck, I don't feel like doing that. I don't understand exactly why but, I just don't. LOL. Moody little midget, I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, I'll continue this post later on when I get home. I should probably start on my program thing. Maybe just a couple of lines. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7446627504098906807?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7446627504098906807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-cs-class.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7446627504098906807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7446627504098906807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-cs-class.html' title='In CS class'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-3683038727034282632</id><published>2011-01-09T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're coming for us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSiphcXmWoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0ftDdBRxjnw/s1600/Cockroach.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSiphcXmWoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0ftDdBRxjnw/s200/Cockroach.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S A COCKROACH IN MY ROOM AND IT'S UNDER MY BED. |: &lt;br /&gt;I'm out of the room but it's still in there, lurking. And I was even scared enough to ask my dad, who is thousands and thousands of miles away, on what I should do. AND HE'S NOT REPLYING. Sad face. Saddest face of the saddest of sad. Oh my word, I'm such a wimp. LOL. Jason, my brother, if you guys didn't know, isn't doing any better. He wimped out as expertly as I did. FOOL. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think he's currently the 'man' of the family as of now. Pfft. LOL. Man up, boy. I'm a girl. I have an excuse. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRABSTICK EMPORIUM! I think we're going to have to sleep out tonight. D: NOOO. Though, admittedly, this is very much the most interesting thing that has happened to me today. Then again, the day just started. It's 2:26am. FUUU. And I'm really sleepy too. Dang, you cockroaches. The thought of you guys having had lived since the age of the dinosaurs thanks to our supposed 'indestructibility' does not help at all. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-3683038727034282632?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3683038727034282632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/theyre-coming-for-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3683038727034282632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3683038727034282632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/theyre-coming-for-us.html' title='They&apos;re coming for us'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TSiphcXmWoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0ftDdBRxjnw/s72-c/Cockroach.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8399461987250334714</id><published>2011-01-08T23:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:31:32.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Surreal Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lef9exqpm31qzm774o1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lef9exqpm31qzm774o1_500.jpg" width="300px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when you have dreams that feel so real that they actually stimulate just as real emotions? Well, they're not 'just as real' cause the dream was just a dream -- anything but real-- but, you know, you hurt just the same. I had a couple of those last night and it was just awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, evidently, I use the word 'just' a little too much. Haha. You'll have to pardon me. I've a tendency to get like that when I'm overwhelmed with emotion. Better put, it left me lost for words. It left me profoundly speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to keep a dream dairy. I don't dream very often but when I do, they're the most legendary things. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream started out with this guy I really like, love even, and well, he was back to his old self, back when I thought I had a chance with him; back when I thought he was happy having me around. He came in twins actually, both representing two very different people -- his old self, the one I love and miss, and his new self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care heck about his 'new self' twin because I was madly in love with the other. Then, he just had to die. His better half had to die. And I miss that part of him immensely. I woke up crying because the sense of loss and hurt I felt when he died in that dream of mine was precisely as painful, precisely as aggravating as it was when he finally got a girlfriend and I started to matter less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't really much of a difference between his new self and old. He's still pretty much the same old best friend of a guy who's sweet and funny and who's absurdly adorable when he begins beating on about the simplest of things. The only difference, is, well, that I don't matter as much anymore. He doesn't need me. I doubt that he ever did need me, actually. But, you know, he made me feel like he did. He made me feel like I mattered, like I mattered a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's whole lot different now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it might've not been a very valid reason to cry but, good golly, I did. And I'm not going to shy about of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, guess what? &lt;br /&gt;I made a song. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I've always wanted to say that. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not much though since it's only the first verse, but here we have it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf" height="129" id="boo_player_1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="lt" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="rootID=boo_player_1&amp;amp;mp3Time=03.03pm+08+Jan+2011&amp;amp;mp3=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F251462-driveway-original-in-the-making.mp3%3Fsource%3Dembed&amp;amp;mp3Author=heyjoey&amp;amp;mp3LinkURL=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F251462-driveway-original-in-the-making&amp;amp;mp3Title=Driveway+%28Original%3A+In+the+Making%29" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://audioboo.fm/boos/251462-driveway-original-in-the-making.mp3?source=embed"&gt;Listen!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case whatever I'm saying is completely incomprehensible, on your behalf, here are the lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Driveway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Morales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sittin' by the driveway&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' mighty low&lt;br /&gt;And I whisper words in the air&lt;br /&gt;Little thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Smilin' as though you were here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, heck yeah, I feel so awesome. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;I shall now attempt to find a beat for it. Or if I'm lucky enough and my abilities allow me, make a beat of my own. LOL. Wish me luck! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm feeling very musical tonight, I might as well go for it full throttle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theuglydance.com/?v=tswwbonssr" target="_blank"&gt;Watch me dance&lt;/a&gt; and I will blow your brains out. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really. &lt;br /&gt;But if you're really bored, like, really really bored, it gets entertaining after a while. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8399461987250334714?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8399461987250334714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-you-just-hate-it-when-you-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8399461987250334714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8399461987250334714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-you-just-hate-it-when-you-have.html' title='Surreal Dreams'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8642788367477080896</id><published>2011-01-07T00:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:30:22.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Awesome programming powers activate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lekro2T2FG1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0px" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lekro2T2FG1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" width="300px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who popped up on your mind when you read that? :)&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you who but, well, let's just say I'm not very proud of whom I thought of, not very proud of the fact that, of all people, the first person I thought of had to be him. &lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Vague princess in the building. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to the real reason for this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I want to change courses. It took me 4 long, excruciating hours to just code a single stinkin' activity for my programming class. Heck, I'm so awesome for finishing it. Considering the multiple resource sites I still had to consult to clarify what my forever tearfully ambiguous programming teacher wouldn't explain, it's a grand, grand achievement, I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I'm sorry. I guess I'm sounding pretty much overly harsh on the subject. It's due to all this frustration I'm having right now. Programming is nothing to joke about, seriously. I mean, wow, a whole 4 hours of uninterrupted research and coding. Could you imagine that? It's insane. But I suppose it's only because I've gotten slow. It probably wouldn't have taken me that long if I had everything down right from the beginning. I kind of wish my teacher was a tad bit more comprehensible sometimes, even just a little. He goes too fast. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway, I shan't further rant on about whatever. I'll be giving my eyes a rest for a bit before reading on Tata Selo and studying for History. Goodness, it's been a while since I been last been this stressed. I hope I don't accidentally sleep in again. Haha. GOOD NIGHT. I'll post the pictures I took from my New Year's at Pearl Farm some other time when I'm not busy with school stuff. Count on it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this that I long to have a camera phone. It'd be so abso-freakin-lutely way more easier to upload pictures that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnd, since I'm bored. (And vain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img833.imageshack.us/img833/1849/sjoey.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8642788367477080896?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8642788367477080896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/awesome-programming-powers-activate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8642788367477080896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8642788367477080896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/awesome-programming-powers-activate.html' title='Awesome programming powers activate!'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-9146973149256501368</id><published>2011-01-05T06:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T01:18:01.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Literature Madness</title><content type='html'>So, I'm trying to find a way to get this printed cause I just can't digest it all at one glance. Currently running late and I'm oh so incredibly panicky. I shouldn't have slept it; couldn've had gotten this done last night. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object id="doc_525578615541471" name="doc_525578615541471" width="400" height="500" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf" style="outline:none;" &gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="document_id=25007822&amp;access_key=key-26t7vp2kw0ckhia1mvp6&amp;page=1&amp;viewMode=list"&gt;&lt;embed id="doc_525578615541471" name="doc_525578615541471" src="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=25007822&amp;access_key=key-26t7vp2kw0ckhia1mvp6&amp;page=1&amp;viewMode=list" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="500" wmode="opaque" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-9146973149256501368?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/9146973149256501368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/literature-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/9146973149256501368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/9146973149256501368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/literature-madness.html' title='Literature Madness'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-3443938540612985920</id><published>2010-12-30T14:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>It's gym</title><content type='html'>Hello there, fellow internet users. How are you doing today? :) Well then, I haven't been able to update lately solely due to one reason -- gym. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Yes, I am conscious of my physicality now. No matter how hard I try to wrap my mind around it, I cannot understand how people are able to keep up with a month, or even a week, of this excruciating pain. I will not survive, I tell you. LOL. It probably is too early for me to tell though; it's just my second day of gym. I WILL NOT GIVE UP THAT EASILY! &gt;D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I might just skip gym for today. We'll be headed to Pearl Farm tomorrow and I've got to get packing. Since I absolutely cannot rely on myself to wake up as early as 7am tomorrow, I will be sleeping over at my friend's. Before I confuse anyone, I'll be sleeping over at this friend of mine's house cause I'll be going to Pearl Farm with his family. They were kind enough to shoulder the expenses for my brother and myself. Yeah, they're cool. Haha. Their house is pretty far off from where we live, and so is the gym. So, if I were to head on over to their house right after gym, I'm going to have to drag along all my bags of clothing and what not everywhere. Lol, I don't want to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gym is torturous. My arms would prolly fall off from carrying all that extra luggage. LOL. I need my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I don't know where Pearl Farm is at either but, lol, when I get back, I'll let the pictures do all the talking. :) Yeah, got to look out for those. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay, I need to clean the house for a bit. I'll be away for New Year's so I need to make sure the house is spic and span. Or at least, you know, spic and span enough. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy, happy new year to everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back by January 2, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Till then! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS:&lt;/b&gt; I got a new MSN avatar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/1937/noooormalcat.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/1937/noooormalcat.png" border="0" width="100px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't care but, lol, I like how it turned out. :D&lt;br /&gt;And cause this post will look boring without a picture. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-3443938540612985920?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3443938540612985920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-gym.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3443938540612985920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3443938540612985920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-gym.html' title='It&apos;s gym'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8720457723647137688</id><published>2010-12-28T07:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM</title><content type='html'>AJHFJAFJKFBAJKFBAJKFBHUIWFBKJVBJA.&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many things to do. I want to do them but the mere thought of there being just too much to accomplish is, in itself, unnervingly overbearing. And I'm hungry. Poo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kept my priorities in check so I need to work on those right now.&lt;br /&gt;So much time wasted moping. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;I sort of, kind of wish someone was here to give me that little 'oomph' I need to keep going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8720457723647137688?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8720457723647137688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8720457723647137688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8720457723647137688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/boom.html' title='BOOM'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8922066828116344832</id><published>2010-12-28T05:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T06:04:14.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>I am a friend of God</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, I feel absolutely wonderful. Thank you, God. For loving me so much. Even if it is You that I have done the most wrong to, it is You who still loves me and forgives me and who still continually provides. Yes, despite all the hurt I've caused You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so light, so happy. I feel I can do anything with You by my side. Hopefully, this song would help you, the people who are reading this right now, feel even a fraction of the happiness I have at this very moment. God bless all of you. Have a blessed morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend of God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillips,Craig &amp; Dean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7z5cgajl1Kg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7z5cgajl1Kg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8922066828116344832?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8922066828116344832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-friend-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8922066828116344832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8922066828116344832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-friend-of-god.html' title='I am a friend of God'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7357888721405922536</id><published>2010-12-28T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My school bag :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRjcBfYL8xI/AAAAAAAAAQY/L4i7d_AiI8I/s1600/Potato%2BBag.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRjcBfYL8xI/AAAAAAAAAQY/L4i7d_AiI8I/s200/Potato%2BBag.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a picture of my bag, cute-ified! Haha. I added eyes case I thought the zipper up front looked like a mouth. And now, I'm seriously considering sewing on some button eyes. HAHA. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what some of you are thinking, yeah, it doesn't even look like a bag a college student would use. But hey, I'm using it and I'm in college. So, lol, I guess that brings it further from the truth. LOLOLOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit, I'm the only one who thinks that. LOL. I believe other people would care less about what kind of bag I use for school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;I just really want a new bag, alright? &lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Okay, way to be subtle. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7357888721405922536?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7357888721405922536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-school-bag-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7357888721405922536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7357888721405922536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-school-bag-d.html' title='My school bag :D'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRjcBfYL8xI/AAAAAAAAAQY/L4i7d_AiI8I/s72-c/Potato%2BBag.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4521073832888329479</id><published>2010-12-28T01:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:30:22.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag Replies'/><title type='text'>Photoshop with Aaron #2</title><content type='html'>Editing project number two now in session. :D&lt;br /&gt;It's time for Brit-brit to shineeeeee. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We collaborated this whole spontaneous theme thing cause we couldn't really think of a solid one. This was what happened. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRjKEcNFQvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/53SJ_066L6I/s1600/pc8e8w5k.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555412318000857842" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRjKEcNFQvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/53SJ_066L6I/s200/pc8e8w5k.bmp" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRjLEGphIjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BrwkYK4u_gw/s1600/Britneypaintingcanvas.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555413411726172722" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRjLEGphIjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BrwkYK4u_gw/s200/Britneypaintingcanvas.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron's edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: (He never provided me with one, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRjNMQlZQ8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_m5pVJr7Tg4/s1600/Britney%2BPainting%2B03.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555415750855443394" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRjNMQlZQ8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_m5pVJr7Tg4/s200/Britney%2BPainting%2B03.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;My edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: Painting&lt;br /&gt;Resource: &lt;a href="http://lostandtaken.com/blog/2009/2/20/20-grungy-dirty-wood-textures.html" target="_blank"&gt;Texture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know.&lt;br /&gt;We're such awesome people. HAHA. Well... we are. *Pouts*&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. OMG, I'M SUCH A KID. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoo, here's a shout out to Vara from over there at my tagboard. I just have one thing to say to you, little girl. Thank you oh so very much. Haha. You're such a sweetie and, do you know what? You just made my day! :D Thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnd, I'm only replying to her cause I doubt all the other tags after 'Viqqi' are real people. I clicked on their links and ad sites came up. Stinkin' bots. If you guys aren't, I sincerely apologize. But if you are, then, well, stinkin' bots. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those Britney fans out there, here's a picture of her, that &lt;a href="http://mydoubtedheart.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt; showed me, where I find her to be just so adorable. LOL. Check it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://killthelights.org/albums/userpics/normal_598719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://killthelights.org/albums/userpics/normal_598719.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4521073832888329479?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4521073832888329479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/photoshop-with-aaron-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4521073832888329479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4521073832888329479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/photoshop-with-aaron-2.html' title='Photoshop with Aaron #2'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRjKEcNFQvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/53SJ_066L6I/s72-c/pc8e8w5k.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2114053925198270100</id><published>2010-12-27T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:05:34.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screenshot'/><title type='text'>TWITTER! I'm telling on you! D:</title><content type='html'>Twitter, this is the last straw. I'm telling on you to blogger! D:&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how you like that! D&lt; I sound like such a whiny kid. LOL.But yeah, anyhow, that really is the case; Twitter's being  a toad. |:&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRgH4Bna64I/AAAAAAAAAPw/fA6HPgTgepg/s1600/No%2BTweets.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRgH4Bna64I/AAAAAAAAAPw/fA6HPgTgepg/s200/No%2BTweets.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been persistent.&lt;br /&gt;I've done all the clicking.&lt;br /&gt;But noooooo, it still won't tweet my tweets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that makes me sad. |:&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering if anyone else is having that problem. Otherwise, it can only be one of three things. One, it's cause I'm using the old Twitter and the system is all fudged up. Two, it's my internet. Or three, Twitter's out to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know which of the three it is. &lt;br /&gt;YUP. Alright, time to make a new Twitter account. They will never recognize me then. :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, NO.&lt;br /&gt;It must be the internet, duh. It always was and always will be the culprit in situations like this. Unless of course Twitter is really actually after me. Then I'm done for. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL THEN.&lt;br /&gt;I've better find better things to do with the time I was about to spend tweeting. Haha. I'm real annoyed at the fact that I didn't know where to go to meet Craig yesterday. This is what I get for changing phone numbers and not telling people about it. LOL. Bleh. We'll see how this plays out. Hopefully, I'll get to catch him online later on so as I may "inquire" on the proper time and place of the rendezvous and junk. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OFF TO THE MALL! &lt;br /&gt;Time to get Jason's phone fixed; it's been left broken for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2114053925198270100?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2114053925198270100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/twitter-im-telling-on-you-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2114053925198270100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2114053925198270100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/twitter-im-telling-on-you-d.html' title='TWITTER! I&apos;m telling on you! D:'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRgH4Bna64I/AAAAAAAAAPw/fA6HPgTgepg/s72-c/No%2BTweets.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7647649108772057157</id><published>2010-12-25T21:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T10:55:25.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Audioboo post</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object data="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf" height="129" id="boo_player_1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="lt" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="mp3=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F244282-hey-yeah.mp3%3Fsource%3Dembed&amp;amp;mp3Author=heyjoey&amp;amp;mp3LinkURL=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F244282-hey-yeah&amp;amp;mp3Title=Hey+yeah&amp;amp;rootID=boo_player_1&amp;amp;mp3Time=01.48pm+25+Dec+2010" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://audioboo.fm/boos/244282-hey-yeah.mp3?source=embed"&gt;Listen!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I sound absolutely ridiculous cause I have a stuffy nose. LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. The background music is a bonus. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to those who have trouble understanding the Joannanese I'm speaking, here's what I said. &lt;br /&gt;"Uhm, hello there. This is Joanna and this is my first time on Audioboo. So like... hey! Hey yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I cannot get over how lame I sound. HAHAHA. But anyway, yes. This is just a sneak peek of the many more audio blogs to come. O: Fear-strickening, isn't it? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7647649108772057157?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7647649108772057157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-first-audioboo-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7647649108772057157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7647649108772057157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-first-audioboo-post.html' title='My first Audioboo post'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7819682293364699675</id><published>2010-12-24T10:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T05:48:08.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><title type='text'>You Are Creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are creative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thelabyrinthtest/labyrinth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are open minded, flexible, and adventurous. You never quite know where you're going, and you like it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You take a lot of time to enjoy yourself and live life to the fullest. You don't mind being in the slow lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You find that most tasks are easier than you anticipated. Things are never as bad as they seem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You work hard for the feeling of satisfaction it gives you. Any money you get is secondary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thelabyrinthtest/"&gt;Click here to take 'The Labyrinth Test'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7819682293364699675?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7819682293364699675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-creative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7819682293364699675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7819682293364699675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-creative.html' title='You Are Creative'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6733681175555127844</id><published>2010-12-23T15:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:14:51.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><title type='text'>Photoshop with Aaron</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon, readers. This here post will be yet another session of photoshop fun with &lt;a href="http://mydoubtedheart.blogspot.com/" target="_target"&gt;Aaron Alimagno&lt;/a&gt;. I'm starting to think that I may be mentioning him a tad too much in my posts. BUT ANYWAY, haha. Earlier today, having had been stricken with insomnia and left with absolutely nothing else to do, Aaron and I started editing pictures of celebs. It's basically Ron's idea; it has always had been. Oh you panda, I wouldn't know what I'd do without you. Haha. Here I present you with the outcomes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Project #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Richie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Objectives: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make her look less drugged.&lt;br /&gt;- Transform edited picture into a CD cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL4lGFTMMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XNtHTuU6JgU/s1600/Nicole-Richie-10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL4lGFTMMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XNtHTuU6JgU/s200/Nicole-Richie-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Original&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL4kpsc0OI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QBAGv0luiQU/s1600/Nicole%2BRichie%2B-%2BShankaranarayana.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL4kpsc0OI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QBAGv0luiQU/s200/Nicole%2BRichie%2B-%2BShankaranarayana.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron's edit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL4j88v1VI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lTyZvywr9vc/s1600/richie_cover_border%2Bcopy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL4j88v1VI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lTyZvywr9vc/s200/richie_cover_border%2Bcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My edit&lt;br /&gt;(Hahaha, yes, I am aware that I've epicly misspelled her name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Project #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Objectives: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make Angelina look ASIAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;- Make the picture look like a 'Geisha' themed book cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL4jVRAlOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8vGd2aEHHUk/s1600/angelina-jolie-2_wallpapers_333_1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL4jVRAlOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8vGd2aEHHUk/s200/angelina-jolie-2_wallpapers_333_1024x768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL6c1rt4dI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hjAfbDiuGeY/s1600/Angelina%2BJolie%2B-%2BMemoirs%2Bof%2BThirukkoloor.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL6c1rt4dI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hjAfbDiuGeY/s200/Angelina%2BJolie%2B-%2BMemoirs%2Bof%2BThirukkoloor.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron's edit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL6dXa3qLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GbXBoeWVQDA/s1600/angelina.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL6dXa3qLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GbXBoeWVQDA/s200/angelina.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My edit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL8u1c70VI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LVZSCtAlWsc/s1600/angelina%2B02%2Bborder.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL8u1c70VI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LVZSCtAlWsc/s200/angelina%2B02%2Bborder.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My edit (Final)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that pretty much sums it all up. Another thing that I've been up to is obsessing over MSN emoticons. This is just one of the many reasons why MSN is just way more better than Yahoo will ever hope to be -- MSN has customized emoticons. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to grab some of these if you'd like. SPREAD THE MEME LOVE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/4222/memefl1.gif"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img844.imageshack.us/img844/2764/memefl2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img816.imageshack.us/img816/1438/memefl3.gif"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/4606/memefl4.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Forever Alone" src="http://img839.imageshack.us/img839/261/memeforeveralone.gif"&gt; &lt;img title="Fyeah"  src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/4451/memefyeah.gif"&gt; &lt;img title="Gasp"  src="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/9513/memegasp.gif"&gt; &lt;img title="LOL" src="http://img90.imageshack.us/img90/5577/memelol.gif"&gt; &lt;img title="Me Gusta" src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/5214/mememegusta.gif"&gt; &lt;img title="No" src="http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/4339/memeno.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Okay" src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/713/memeokay.gif"&gt; &lt;img title="Pokerface" src="http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/6909/memepokerface.gif"&gt; &lt;img title="Rage Guy" src="http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/1691/memerageguy.gif"&gt; &lt;img title="Troll" src="http://img560.imageshack.us/img560/8767/memetroll.gif"&gt; &lt;img title="Y U No" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4072/memewhyuno.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6733681175555127844?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6733681175555127844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/photoshop-with-aaron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6733681175555127844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6733681175555127844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/photoshop-with-aaron.html' title='Photoshop with Aaron'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRL4lGFTMMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XNtHTuU6JgU/s72-c/Nicole-Richie-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2988773544179799178</id><published>2010-12-22T22:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:41:27.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Alright, I don't get myself right now</title><content type='html'>Hello there, here I find myself again. I don't want to be one to wallow in self-pity and what not but I'm feeling quite empty this Christmas and I don't know where else -- or who else -- to turn to. I'm sure, at this time, everyone else is busy with their seasons traditions, buzzing away in the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season. I wouldn't want to bother them with my senseless rantings. What will I get out of that? Long trails of sympathetic 'aww's? Their pity? I don't want any of that. I just need an outlet cause I don't want these thoughts to chase away my chances of enjoying this festive holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's December 22, 2010, 10:36pm and I am home, with my  brother and grandpa. I live in a house, void of Christmas lights, void of any Christmas decorations of any sort -- none of it; not even one. I know it's supposed to be a wonderful, wonderful season of giving and love and all that but I'm just not feeling it this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would have to be our first Christmas without our dad and I'm pretty upset about it. I think that's the prime reason to my recent depression. My brother doesn't at all seem affected but I'm sure he's just as sad about it as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm feeling this way. I don't understand. I'm bitter and I'm unhappy and I'm lonely and sad. It's frustrating. |: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a blog post on this because I want to find the words. I want to find the words that will help me feel better. I want to find the words to describe what I'm feeling right now. I want to to identify the problem and deal with it. But thinking more and more about the feeling makes it all the worse. LOL. I'm so emotionally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I find it so hard to motivate myself, to even make myself feel better. I hate that I am unable to effectively get rid of all these negative thoughts and divert all the energy I'm using to be upset to get up and actually do something. I have plans. Well, I HAD plans but every time I tried to pursue them, I find reasons not to. Why do I do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2988773544179799178?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2988773544179799178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/alight-i-dont-get-myself-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2988773544179799178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2988773544179799178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/alight-i-dont-get-myself-right-now.html' title='Alright, I don&apos;t get myself right now'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7491029434077121110</id><published>2010-12-22T20:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:30:22.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Things'/><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldt4ttZn351qcnxtfo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="300" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldt4ttZn351qcnxtfo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on Tumblr and I just HAD to comment. &lt;br /&gt;Woman, what's the matter with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, oh, I must have this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lds8h3mmch1qzxi4xo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lds8h3mmch1qzxi4xo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bar soap dispenser. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway, here's another thingy thing that I found on Facebook. Heck yeah, I'm this bored. WOOOT! Hahahaha. I'll just post it here since I'm planning to give up on Facebook. Oh so many painful memories, goodbye. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR BOY SIDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You wear hoodies &lt;br /&gt;You wear jeans &lt;br /&gt;Dogs are better then cats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hilarious when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’ve played with/against boys on a team&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;Sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You own an XBOX&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You own a Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You played with Hot Wheels as a little kid&lt;br /&gt;At some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You own a DS, PS2 or Sega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You used to be/is obsessed with Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;You watch/watched early morning cartoons &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch sports on TV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You go to your dad for advice&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You have played sport at a state level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You used to/do collect collector trading cards &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have worn baggy sweatpants&lt;br /&gt;It’s kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;You love to go crazy and not care what other people think&lt;br /&gt;Sports are fun&lt;br /&gt;You talk with food in your mouth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sleep at night with your socks on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have fished at least once&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR GIRL SIDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You love to shop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear eyeliner &lt;br /&gt;You considered cheerleading &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You wear the color pink&lt;br /&gt;You go to your mom for advice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate wearing the color black &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You like going to town&lt;br /&gt;You like getting manicures and/or pedicures&lt;br /&gt;You like wearing jewelery&lt;br /&gt;You cried watching The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;Skirts are a part of your wardrobe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don’t like Star Wars      &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are/were in gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It takes you around a half an hour to shower&lt;br /&gt;You smile a lot more than you should&lt;br /&gt;You have more than 10 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you care about what you look like &lt;br /&gt;You like wearing dresses sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You like wearing body spray or deodorant&lt;br /&gt;You wear high heel shoes&lt;br /&gt;You used to play with dolls as a kid&lt;br /&gt;You have put makeup on others&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like being the star of almost everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You love shoe shopping&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink is one of your favorite colors &lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7491029434077121110?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7491029434077121110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7491029434077121110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7491029434077121110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5132840268226435229</id><published>2010-12-22T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T17:13:14.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking back to the old days</title><content type='html'>I've exported the content of my former blog and imported it on over to this blog. Feel free to read them from my archives. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm immensely bored right now and I do not feel like going out at all today so I've decided to play this little game I've chanced upon while browsing through my mediocre collection of posts back then. :D You're welcome to do it too; it's fun enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bold&lt;/b&gt; the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Italize&lt;/i&gt; the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch TV these days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently single.&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop then eat.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colors.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsesical the better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5132840268226435229?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5132840268226435229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/tracking-back-to-old-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5132840268226435229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5132840268226435229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/tracking-back-to-old-days.html' title='Tracking back to the old days'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7547999118294963772</id><published>2010-12-22T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T14:44:56.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Birdie in the house</title><content type='html'>And no, I'm not referring to big bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRGbEYUqkII/AAAAAAAAAOs/Brs4-b9omJg/s1600/birdie.png" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRGbEYUqkII/AAAAAAAAAOs/Brs4-b9omJg/s320/birdie.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been following me on Twitter, you would've noticed that I was tweeting about a bird being in the house. Well, I wasn't being metaphorical; there really was one. And up there's a picture of it. I never really got close enough to get a good shot since I was extremely cautious in approaching it; I was afraid it might poke my eye out or something for having had kept it captive for so long. So, I've taken the liberty of photoshopping a zoomed in picture of it so as everyone might be able to appreciate its beauty as accurately as I can. :D I think I might've screwed it a bit. It looks rather pixelled and what not. But hey, at least the vibrancy of the colors is evident. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to set it free now. :D &lt;br /&gt;And I guess this signals the end of this post. I don't really feel like blogging about anything else today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7547999118294963772?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7547999118294963772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/birdie-in-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7547999118294963772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7547999118294963772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/birdie-in-house.html' title='Birdie in the house'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8So1MOkuQs/TRGbEYUqkII/AAAAAAAAAOs/Brs4-b9omJg/s72-c/birdie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6247724431866860140</id><published>2010-12-20T21:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screenshot'/><title type='text'>My current desktop</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/2484/desktopal.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/2484/desktopal.png" border="0px" width="350px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a whole day downloading icons and browsing through wallpapers just to find the perfect ones. :D And there we have it, absolute beauty at its finest. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Saturday, I've been trying to customize my desktop as much as possible. I've gotten myself a dock and, well, that's basically it. Haha. I've only gotten as far as getting myself a dock cause I've failed in every other aspect besides that. LOL. I tried changing the log in screen but that turned out to be a happy flop. It got so bad that at a certain point, I even panicked, thinking that I'll never be able to log back on my account and would need to have my laptop reformatted. LOL. The input field wouldn't show. I thought, for sure, I've screwed up huge this time but yeah, I eventually got around to fix it. Though, that experience scared me enough to make me drop and give up on everything else. No more configs for now, I guess. Heck no. Loginstudio? Never use it. EVER. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check, it's 12:11am --- midnight. &lt;br /&gt;I've a colossal pile of clothes just waiting to be sorted out and Taylor Swift's 'Last Christmas' playing on repeat, as requested by my dearest brother. He's under the impression that if the song is played over and over for a good number of times, he'll magically memorize it in his sleep. I've been trying to be as supportive as I can possibly be but, goodness me, it's annoying the heck out me. It has turned from a Christmas song to a hypnotic, almost chant-like, repetition of words. And it's hard to believe I've even awake right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I'm sorry. I can't take it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6247724431866860140?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6247724431866860140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-current-desktop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6247724431866860140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6247724431866860140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-current-desktop.html' title='My current desktop'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4837594716445177839</id><published>2010-12-20T00:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:30:22.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Sleep is important</title><content type='html'>Here's the continuation of yesterday's post I promised. It's past midnight so I didn't really see the point of working any further on that last post. Anyhow, I'm back home and I've reacquainted myself with StumbleUpon.com. I found the most interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.psychologydegree.net.s3.amazonaws.com/sleep.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.psychologydegree.net.s3.amazonaws.com/sleep.jpg" width="400px" border="0px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically all about sleep. That of which I am indisputably yearning for right now. What I found to be quite interesting are the sleep positions and the fact that, unlike when without food, we can only live without sleep for 10 days and not for 2 weeks. I did not know that. And I bet neither did you. LOL. :D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6XAPnuFjJc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6XAPnuFjJc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="440" height=260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------- 4:14am ---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. So, basically, I had left everyone hanging for a little bit there. LOL. Gosh, goodness, there we have it. Evidential proof that I am just that scatterbrained. Haha. But hey, I'm feeling extra chatty this morning, so, hello there. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got tons of things I want to talk about right now and it's kind of hard to single one out. This is, I think, because my opinions are mostly, if not always, superficially opinionated. I never have much to say about anything. LOL. It's actually quite pitiful but I guess it comes with being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of hours ago, I was stumbling through some sites on the topic of 'psychology'. That topic fails not to catch my attention, every time. Aaaaaand, I just totally forgot what I meant to imply by mentioning that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT. Body language. Yes. :D As I stumbled through websites on psychology, I learned a lot about body language. Woot. :D Even earlier today, while I was at the salon with Eric, flipping through some magazines, I chanced upon some interesting articles on the matter. I now know how to make just about anyone to agree in my favor, subliminally signal annoying people to stop talking me and, you know, stuff like that. I'll be sure to post a link of that specific article if I ever do happen to get grab hold of an online version of it anywhere. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must enhance my vocabulary. I think I've used the word 'interesting' for more than thrice in this post. LOL. Overkill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I guess that'll do for today. &lt;br /&gt;Signing off. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4837594716445177839?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4837594716445177839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleep-is-important.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4837594716445177839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4837594716445177839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleep-is-important.html' title='Sleep is important'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4351051685941163983</id><published>2010-12-19T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No movies for me</title><content type='html'>I'm such a boring person. It's been weeks since I've last been to the movie theater. LOL. As I've taken time to reemphasize time and time again, I find the oddest times to blog. I'll be headed out in a couple and I thought of just, you know, writing out some thoughts of mine. Why is it that only when I'm JUST about to get ready to leave the house do I get this sudden surge of ideas. It's irritating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I'll continue this later cause I really have to run. Now that I got this post started on, I'd most probably be urged to continue this. LOL. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4351051685941163983?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4351051685941163983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-movies-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4351051685941163983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4351051685941163983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-movies-for-me.html' title='No movies for me'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6369565303387341578</id><published>2010-12-16T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:58:34.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photojournal'/><title type='text'>Day 06: What inspires you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldcvk5pCdj1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" width="400px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why but this really inspires me somehow. In the simplicity of it, there's magic. And, it makes me want to hang lights all around and over my bed. My very own personal starry sky. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6369565303387341578?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6369565303387341578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-06-what-inspires-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6369565303387341578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6369565303387341578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-06-what-inspires-you.html' title='Day 06: What inspires you'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4280650622823865703</id><published>2010-12-16T21:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag Replies'/><title type='text'>Yay! Tag replies</title><content type='html'>Oh, hey there blog. It's been a hectic week with exams and the sudden gush of the Christmas gung-ho from everyone coming right at me all at once. Stress has been a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I find today to be rather depressing. Why? Cause I accidentally flushed my cellphone down the toilet. You must be wondering, "Like, what the heck? Does that even happen in real life?". Well, little turtle, sad to say, yes. Yes, it does. LOL. I guess it isn't all that bad. I'll live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gallery.techarena.in/data/619/Sony-Ericsson-G700-Mobile-Phone.jpg" width="200px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do miss it a whole lot though. |:&lt;br /&gt;Sob, sob. Sniff, sniff. LOL. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I'll be studying in a bit. 3 exams to look forward to tomorrow. Yay. :D Algebra, History and Computer Programming. Huzzah. You know, I'm starting to really not like programming no more. Sad tale. But yeah, moving on to tag replies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FarinaNice:&lt;/b&gt; your theme looks great. Is it custom/commercial or available freely? Could you email me the download link if it is free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Response:&lt;/b&gt; Well, I do plan to post this on blogskins but not any time soon. For as long as I haven't designed a new layout for this blog, this theme will have to stay exclusively mine. I'm sorry. \:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Henry:&lt;/b&gt; The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Response:&lt;/b&gt; *Thumbs up* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SarahCute:&lt;/b&gt; Amazing POST! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Response:&lt;/b&gt; Aww! Thank you, sweetie! :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time to mug. &lt;br /&gt;Till next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd post pictures of granddaddy's birthday last night and of a mighty swell get together I had with Jasmine and co. yesterday but, as you've just read, Mr. Toilet has my phone in his possession. And even if he did suddenly decide to give it back to me, knowing the things that go on down there, I doubt I'd want it back. YOU CAN HAVE IT. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Bye now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4280650622823865703?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4280650622823865703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/yay-tag-replies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4280650622823865703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4280650622823865703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/yay-tag-replies.html' title='Yay! Tag replies'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-3052513526213287580</id><published>2010-12-13T07:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:54:16.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tooth implanted into his eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;(Picture of scary man that was previously here removed due to extreme scariness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. If you want to see it, just click on the link below there somewhere and take a look at it yourself. I'm sorry but I won't have that man's face on my blog. It's just too disturbing. I'm sorry, mister, whoever you are. LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind man sees wife for first time after having a TOOTH implanted into his eye. Yeah, got that off OMGFacts. LOL. And yes, he is scary looking. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1197256/Blind-man-sees-wife-time-having-TOOTH-implanted-eye.html"&gt;Read more about it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've got to take a bath in a bit. School's in less than 30 minutes and my uniform's still soaked to the core. I still need to figure out how in the world will I make it to school with these circumstances. Help me, Lord Jesus. Gosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I blogged this morning is because of this new Google Chrome application thingy that allows you to blog using &lt;a href="https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/pengoopmcjnbflcjbmoeodbmoflcgjlk?hl=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Just check it out on the site itself. I haven't the luxury to explain it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm even on the laptop? It's cause I'm downloading a &lt;a href="http://www.bible-explorer.com/be4pc.php" target="_blank"&gt;Bible explorer&lt;/a&gt;. Installation's almost done. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodle-pip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having had installed the Bible explorer thing, it turns out you still apparently need to download the bible itself. And I basically don't know how. |: I probably should just work on that after school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-3052513526213287580?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3052513526213287580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/blind-man-sees-wife-for-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3052513526213287580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/3052513526213287580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/blind-man-sees-wife-for-first-time.html' title='A tooth implanted into his eye'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-494918434909013638</id><published>2010-12-12T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People's Park</title><content type='html'>Hey internet, I currently have no idea what I'm to do with my life. LOL. No, just playing. But I really do think I'm going through a mental breakdown. I have my best friend's birthday in less than 30 minutes and I've yet to buy her a present. I've got to wash mountain piles of clothes, clean rooms, segregate items for donation, have the car fueled up, and then get the pillows and blankets sent for laundry. Not to mention my school responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this should be the last thing that I should be doing but blogging kind of relaxes me. I'm half way composed already. Hahaha. I've taken time to upload ADOG's latest adventure to People's Park. Check it out &lt;a href="http://ohgoshadog.myphotoalbum.com/slideshow.php?set_albumName=album01&amp;amp;transitionStyleShort=Ken&amp;amp;slideSpeed=2&amp;amp;v=12-06-13" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get a slideshow of that set up but my phone camera isn't that good. Maybe when I take some pictures with my Fujifilm camera. :D I haven't been using it as much as I should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I kind of think Mr. Bean is a tortured genius or something. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, watching a Mr. Bean movie. They make him looks so smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-494918434909013638?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/494918434909013638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-internet-i-currently-have-no-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/494918434909013638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/494918434909013638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-internet-i-currently-have-no-idea.html' title='People&apos;s Park'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7098106025365314660</id><published>2010-12-09T00:35:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:30:22.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tutorial'/><title type='text'>Horror movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img820.imageshack.us/img820/8671/scare0.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that was my reason why I removed that ad in Facebook; it was about Haunted Changi and they had pictures. D: Oh and, Britney Spears keeps her shirts for more than four years. LOL. Random, but yeah, I'm chatting with &lt;a href="http://mydoubtedheart.blogspot.com/" target="_target"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt; and that's currently our topic. I felt I just had to mention that cause I was honestly quite surprised. Especially considering that's she's a celebrity. I've always thought they never wear the same thing twice or something. I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who here watches 'Teen Cribs'? If you haven't a clue to what that is, check out the summary &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/shows/teen_cribs/series.jhtml" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Even I needed to since our cable doesn't offer the MTV channel. From what I understood from what Aaron had told me is that it's basically a series showcasing the houses of rich teens. I don't really know since I hadn't bothered with reading the summary but you can check that out yourself. You can watch episodes from there too. :D Nifty, eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://poolsbyjohnclarkson.com/uploaded_images/W27-751559.jpg" width="350px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, check that out. What I'd give to live in a place half as big as that. LOL. But eh, just sayin'. Even if I had the resources to have a house of my own made, I don't think I'll make it as big as that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that chap who wrote on my tagboard, here's the code for adding the comment link to your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;code style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;lt;BlogItemCommentsEnabled&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;a href="&amp;lt;$BlogItemCommentCreate$&amp;gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;$BlogItemCommentFormOnClick$&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;$BlogItemCommentCount$&amp;gt; comments&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/BlogItemCommentsEnabled&amp;gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess it's headed off to bed. I left my ID with a friend so I'll have to be in school early tomorrow. Can't enter without one, you see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7098106025365314660?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7098106025365314660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/horror-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7098106025365314660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7098106025365314660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/12/horror-movies.html' title='Horror movies'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7918656715860611316</id><published>2010-11-28T13:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:30:51.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>EGR, here we come</title><content type='html'>I should really be cleaning up and packing right now since EGR will be in only a few hours but it wouldn't hurt to blog for just a bit, would it? :D For those of you who haven't a clue as to what I'm talking about, EGR stands for 'Encounter God Retreat'. I believe that speaks for itself. It's a 2 day, 3 nights thing. There's no school tomorrow so we've got day one covered, no problem. I guess Jason and I are going to have to be absent for half a day on Tuesday. I hope that doesn't take such a big toll on my grades. I'll be missing Theo again and I haven't been attending classes lately. God, I lift it up to you. I have trust that you will not let anything go a amuck as my brother and I venture off to seek you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, I'm having a hard time with my majors right now. My latest quiz was a flop. 1 out of 4. LOL. I guess that's what I get for taking CS for granted. At least my handwriting seems neat enough. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3884/dsc00001gg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3884/dsc00001gg.jpg" border="0px" width="300px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we were at church from 2pm to 8pm, approximately, for our last pre-encounter session. We got certificates! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/4892/scan0004s0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/4892/scan0004s0.jpg" border="0px" width="250px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on that to get a better view. :D I'd post Jason's certificate too but, sadly, he hadn't made his handwriting clear enough so instead of 'Jason Vincent L. Morales', they had accidentally printed out 'Jason Vincent C. Morales'. Hahaha. Yes, let's not delve any further into that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Well, anyhow, I better get things ready now. I'll take time to explain the dynamics of everything when I'm through. Or, you know, probably when I get back from the retreat. :) I am honestly very excited. Blog about it when I can. Till then! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, for the sake of sounding techy (LOL, not really), I've reverted my blog back to old blogger. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/support/forum/p/blogger/user?userid=12355640700603713471&amp;hl=en" target="_blank"&gt;nitecruzr&lt;/a&gt;, I've finally found out how to insert those 'newer posts' and 'older posts' links without having to use the new blogger template. For those still struggling with solutions to similar problems, I found mine &lt;a href="http://blogging.nitecruzr.net/2010/04/classic-html-templates-get-new-lease-on.html" target="_target"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I hope that helps you out as much as it helped me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7918656715860611316?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7918656715860611316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoorah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7918656715860611316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7918656715860611316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoorah.html' title='EGR, here we come'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5910514641346125759</id><published>2010-11-26T09:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T11:55:07.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Update'/><title type='text'>Moved to new blogger</title><content type='html'>There we have it, I've finally taken the time to sit myself down long enough to convert my blog to the new blogger template thing. I'd have to admit though, this could take some getting used to. The predefined tags I am so comfortably familiar with aren't applicable to this layout system so it's back to the basics. Welcome back, long hours of absolute puzzlement. I hope the net provides me with enough resources. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand how the archives work here on so, naturally, I'm having quite a problem adding them in. It isn't like the old blogger whereby you've got simple, straightforward and convenient tags like [blogger] and what not. Everything feels a whole like it did back when I started out with HTML; lost. On a brighter note, the 'older posts' and 'newer posts' links are up and running and fully functional. :D That was actually the main reason why I was so determined to have my blog converted in the first place. SO I'M GOOD. LOL. :D Heck with everything else. For now. Hahaha. I'm taking it nice and slow, no need to rush. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something today. Woot. :D Though, I just kind of, sort of, wish that I could use what I just learned in school. If only programming were this fun. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5910514641346125759?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5910514641346125759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/moved-to-new-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5910514641346125759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5910514641346125759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/moved-to-new-blogger.html' title='Moved to new blogger'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5945282702243227302</id><published>2010-11-25T21:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:31:03.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>A story about a cave woman and her rice</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHA. I just had to post this. So, alright, &lt;a href="http://mydoubtedheart.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt; and I were chatting and we had this very interesting conversation. It's probably not as funny to anyone else but us but I'm blogging about this cause it was one of the things that made me smile today. LOL. Talking in fragments for the win. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. And here we goooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joanna said (9:20 PM):&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i need to like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Joself Alimago says (9:20 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joanna said (9:20 PM):&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;lolololol&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;i already ate&lt;br /&gt;like a cavewoman&lt;br /&gt;cause like&lt;br /&gt;you know when like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Joself Alimago says (9:21 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are&lt;br /&gt;a cavewoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joanna says (9:21 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Joself Alimago says (9:21 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;nice story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joanna says (9:21 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Joself Alimago says (9:21 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joanna says (9:21 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Joself Alimago says (9:21 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raw&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. And Vid showed me this awesome video. His voice is just yay. :D &lt;br /&gt;He is Danny Fernandez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1p5-etjijjM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1p5-etjijjM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5945282702243227302?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5945282702243227302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/story-about-cave-woman-and-her-rice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5945282702243227302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5945282702243227302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/story-about-cave-woman-and-her-rice.html' title='A story about a cave woman and her rice'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8774689286862793865</id><published>2010-11-25T18:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T11:34:08.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Yes, it's a bunny and his name is Rey :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="400px" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc78bii7LI1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm not angry at you because of what you did, I'm angry at you because you've hurt me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Joanna, ponder on this for a sec. You're angry, aren't you? Why are you angry? Because he had hurt you? Isn't 'hurt' a verb? So, technically, doesn't that mean that you're still angry at what he did with 'that' referring to hurting you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Joanna, you don't make sense sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was just thinking out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, haha, a very good evening to all of you. :D I find the oddest times to blog. Especially now, for example, I've got tons of homework to be done and yet I'm here, blogging. But eh, I figured that blogging would help me relieve some of the stress of school and what not. If I ever am to waste my time not doing the things that I ought to be doing, why not be productive, yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will bore you with school work. :D&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so tomorrow, I'll be having English, Math, my programming major, History and Literature. I sometimes kind of wish that my subjects were better spread out throughout the day since my classes are immediately after one another and it's very hectic on my part. Plus, I've also gotten so used to having at least an hour for lunch; it's steamed down to 20 minutes tops now. With such ample time to eat and for leisure, I usually would have to restrain myself from heading downstairs to the canteen cause I know very well, especially if I were to meet up with my friends, that I would just slack there. LOL. My minutes are always numbered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, I barely even have the time to prepare for my classes. You know, like that extra time you have just before class when you read up on the proposed subject matter to be discussed or even to work on assignments or practice for your reports? Yeah, I don't have that. Not as much as I would like to have anyway. And that's for every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for the rest of my second semester. I guess having my day end at 2:30pm is already a consolation. It's that one thing I look forward to every MWFs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would have to be the SECOND time I've found myself ranting about my shortened breaks. I guess it's just taking that long for all of it to sink in, lol. Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature is honestly not as hard as people make it out to be. I'm so grateful that the subject is not entirely focused on the vernacular or otherwise I think I would have to drop it. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. And before I forget, I got Lor a rabbit yesterday. :) It's just the most precious little thing ever. :D &lt;br /&gt;His name is Rey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/1143/dsc00015yf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="300px" src="http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/1143/dsc00015yf.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge Rey! :D Haha. Lor and I named him Rey cause, it might not seem as obvious in the picture but, Rey's 'grey'. And grey rabbits are, in a way, 'rare'. &lt;br /&gt;Rare + Grey = Rey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're adorable. HAHA. :D We bought him a girlfriend rabbit but I hadn't the chance to snap a picture of them cause my phone died on me. LOL. Oh well. Both of them are now residing at Lor's. Gosh, I miss them already. Hahaha. Oh gosh, if only you had seen them together. I dare say it was incredibly video worthy. ASFJAFKJASF. THEY SO CUTE! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just leave this post as it is since I've really got to get working on some stuff. I'll be a co-host at Sam's church tomorrow so I had better start preparing at least something. I'm going to cover the topic of Christmas and what it's really all about and stuff. Wish me luck. :D I'm real anxious about it. I'm really not much of a talk-in-front-of-a-ton-of-people kind of person. LOL! Oh and hey, this goes out to Aaron, who got a new computer. Congratulations. HAHAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so unfair how I never seem to have enough time to blog about everything that I intend to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8774689286862793865?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8774689286862793865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8774689286862793865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8774689286862793865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/lol.html' title='Yes, it&apos;s a bunny and his name is Rey :D'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4515146577978468841</id><published>2010-11-23T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:41:44.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose Driven Life</title><content type='html'>Currently reading 'The Purpose Driven Life' by Rick Warren. It's a lovely book and I suppose I'll be using my blog to keep track of my progress. Just finished day 17 today. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="200px" src="http://www.popular.com.sg/images/product/book/42991.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;a href="http://files.downloadmp3indonesia.net/Mjk1NTYxNC1lYm9vay13YXJyZW4tcmljay10aGUtcHVycG9zZS1kcml2ZW4tbGlmZS5odG1s"&gt;Download ebook here&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4515146577978468841?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4515146577978468841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/purpose-driven-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4515146577978468841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4515146577978468841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/purpose-driven-life.html' title='The Purpose Driven Life'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2050965899470591218</id><published>2010-11-16T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:53:46.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorbikes should have their own lanes</title><content type='html'>Oh hey, get this, our car met with an accident with a motorbike yesterday; the front's a mess. I'd relay what had happened but the story has gone pretty stale. After a grueling three hours of looking for a motorbike repair shop that accommodates insurances this morning, the excitement of it all kind of wore out. LOL. But anyhow, I'll put up some pictures of our car's front whenever I may. Pictures are after all worth a thousand words. Later on tomorrow, I'm going to have to head for school at a much earlier time in order to get to the police station by 7am and then to school by 7:40am. We need to get a police report filed before we can tap on to any of our insurance money. We need that so as to get the motorbike we busted fixed. The police office who is in charge of our case is on duty from 8am to 8pm so we're going to have to catch him in the morning or all of it would then have to wait yet again another day. It's not very negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the rest of today went rather well. I went shopping for kitchen utensils and other household stuff. Oh gee, I'm such a home buddy. Haha. I bought this precious heart mold thing. I had actually bought one late last month but I just had to get these ones cause they were of a much better defined heart shape. They're gorgeous. I'm so making scrambled eggs with these in the morning. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT. I'll let you in on more updates and what not later on. I'm real sleepy and I need to get some things done before I sleep. I guess I'm going to have less than 6 hours of sleep yet again. Gosh college life, you leave me so little time to do the things I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, everyone. &lt;br /&gt;Chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2050965899470591218?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2050965899470591218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/motorbikes-should-have-their-own-lanes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2050965899470591218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2050965899470591218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/motorbikes-should-have-their-own-lanes.html' title='Motorbikes should have their own lanes'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4540357745616809207</id><published>2010-11-15T00:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:02:49.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends are ninjas</title><content type='html'>Oh hey, it's nice to meet you. Do you come visiting these parts often? :) HAHA. Alright, I guess I've just been chatting a tad bit too much. WELL, HELLO THERE EVERYONE. A very good evening to everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, I've been trying oh so very hard to get myself blogging again but the effort I put into it just seems no where near enough. But anyway, in a sorry attempt to get the gears in this noggin' of mind a runnin', I will therefore talk about what had happened the past couple of days. I hope this would serve as a good enough practice; I need to regain fluidity in my writing. Everything I type, or even say for that matter, seems very awkward now. But, oh well, carrying on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating back to yesterday, 13th of November, 2010, my friends came to visit. It had just struck midnight so I suppose that makes it the day before yesterday. LOL. So, yeah, like I was saying, on the 13th of November, my friends came to visit. Surely, to some of you, that wouldn't come as much of a big deal, and to some, it might even come as a rather regulatory kind of thing. But I'm not the type to have friends over very often so you could only imagine the shock I got when I all of a sudden heard my friends calling out for me from my 'more-or-less-a-porch' front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I honestly cannot be as honest with you as I would like cause they are incredibly pressing issues on this matter. HAHA. Or whatever. HAHAHAHA. But anyway. So, I invited them in. We played a little DOA, played some game that you usually see in them filipino game time shows that air at noon. Then it was off to MTS for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Taps and met a couple of new people cause of Sam. Seriously, Sam is just so amazingly friendly. I can't help but wonder how he sums up the courage to do things sometimes. Bleh, I don't want to go into what happened that night in much detail. But anyhow, I had great fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having friends who are just fearlessly upfront and assertive. Doing what they did that day, I felt loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4540357745616809207?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4540357745616809207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-hey-its-nice-to-meet-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4540357745616809207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4540357745616809207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-hey-its-nice-to-meet-you.html' title='My friends are ninjas'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6658117832342744256</id><published>2010-11-10T21:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:41:45.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I wish work would do itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovingyouendlessly.tumblr.com/post/1283438230/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la2u3pXIoW1qc79avo1_500.jpg" width="350px" border="0px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, hello there, square piece of technology, you. Alright, that just sounded so awkward. But hey, anyhow, I suppose I'm back, again, from yet another periodical absence from blogging. I just find it so hard to concentrate on a single blog post when I've got millions of thoughts going through my head. As you could've guessed, I'm naturally scatterbrained so it would come as a great task to actually get myself settled down to tackle single, individual thoughts individually. Plus, now with school in the way, with my busy schedule and what not, it's all the more harder to even find the time of day to think up of a half decent write up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even the time to be all jolly jolly joy joy anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to compare me from how I was during the two week holiday and how I am now, you would probably agree with me when I say that I've hit puberty. Yes, again. My voice has significantly deepened, from a squeaky high to a boyish low. And to add to that, I've short hair now. I swear, I could pass off as a guy any day. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to have a sound clip of myself uploaded so you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img815.imageshack.us/img815/4438/pickle.png" width="200px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so here's something that I really should get off my chest. I regret getting a haircut. I'm absolutely absorbed in remorse; so much remorse that its eating me alive. *Makes zombie face* O: Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I really do regret doing so.&lt;br /&gt;I had even made vlog on Youtube about it. Yes, a vlog, like a video blog. And no, I do not want to talk about it. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. I have MOUNTAINS' worth of work to do and yet I had the time to recorded a good five minute video of myself. I'm that much of an irresponsible oaf. LOL. But, eh, it helped shake off a great deal of stress so I suppose that hadn't turned out completely  worthless after all. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'll put this here blog of mine to good use and commence talking about my life. And, right now, my life revolves around school. And God. God's my best friend now, he's awesome. You ought to meet him. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, to those who are still unaware, I am taking up Computer Science. To best explain that, we're theoretically the future hackers of the world. Woot. Haha. Yes, you have all the reason to fear me. Cower, you insolent boob. I will steal your credit card number one day. And, if you have one, your llama. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Computer Science, programming and blah blah blah. I'm a late enrollee this semester so I've missed out on quite a bit. All's good though. I'm coping up rather well. In comparison to last semester, my schedule now is unforgivably uptight. Well, not so much but on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, from 7:40am onwards, I'll be able to have lunch only at 2:30pm. I actually have 15 minutes before my 12:25pm class but everyone knows that's barely enough time to have a proper meal. I end up having just biscuits sometimes. But I'm not complaining. With a schedule like this, I'll slim down in due time for sure. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need to lose a few pounds here and there. &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a tad pudgy. And it's not cute. &lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get going now. Like I've incessantly repeated in this post, I've tons of stuff to do so I better get started on them. My first class tomorrow starts at 11:00am. I think I'll blog before then. :D Goodnight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And before I end this, I'll respond to tags on my tagboard! Woot. There's only one though. Forever alone. Hahaha. But yeah, here we go. :D&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;You know, on second thought, I'll just write on her tagboard on HER blog. She left a link. It would be rude of be to leave that unvisited. :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6658117832342744256?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6658117832342744256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish-work-would-do-itself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6658117832342744256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6658117832342744256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish-work-would-do-itself.html' title='I wish work would do itself'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-4312899377711879192</id><published>2010-10-30T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:31:33.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formspring'/><title type='text'>list 3 reasons why you unfollow people in twitter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;1. They advertise too much. May it be for some business or for themselves. This is the main reason why I unfollow people. I don't filter my tweets so I make sure that I like whatever shows up in my feed. When people incessantly advertise, it annoys me to no end. Moreover if that's ALL they tweet about. I want to interact with real people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They use foul words too often or simply because they tweet about things that I don't like, don't understand or can't relate to. Oh, and if their tweets have too many links in them, sometimes. LOL. Have you ever come across those tweets with too many hastags and too many mentions all at once? It's an eyesore. i can tolerate it every once in a while but I have my limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They don't tweet back. It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also unfollow people who have unfollowed me. I take it as a indication that they don't want to be friends. These reasons apply to only those I don't know though. I make exceptions for friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jellystraps?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-4312899377711879192?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4312899377711879192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/10/list-3-reasons-why-you-unfollow-people_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4312899377711879192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/4312899377711879192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/10/list-3-reasons-why-you-unfollow-people_30.html' title='list 3 reasons why you unfollow people in twitter?'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1689814198649102106</id><published>2010-10-29T11:24:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:06:26.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photojournal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><title type='text'>Day 05: Your morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/anna7293/05.png" width="400px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, there we have it. Yours truly having had made herself her own breakfast. Hah. I've might've burnt the eggs a little. But, hey, they were still edible. That's as good as it gets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/anna7293/05extra.jpg" width="350px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try cooking omelettes next. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I suppose that concludes day five of this long overdue photo journal.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update as much as I possibly can, I promise. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in other news, thanks to Aaron, I've had the chance to have yet another splendid photoshop session with Britney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs472.ash2/74503_444178890845_643040845_5852773_5313697_n.jpg" width="300px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I thought it turned out pretty great, I kind of feel awful about it. Just a teeny bit. See, I've this long queue of photoshop requests from other friends, not to mention a blogskin request as well, and I've skipped all of them just to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Ron. Stuff I help him out with are always so much more fun than everything else that I need to do. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I'm such a bad person. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Anyhow, I should be on my way now. It's almost 2pm and I've yet to head on over to school to ask about fees and junk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/photo-journal-day-01.html" target="_blank"&gt;Day 01&lt;/a&gt; - A picture of yourself (&lt;i&gt;June 6, 2010&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/photo-journal-day-02.html" target="_blank"&gt;Day 02&lt;/a&gt; - A picture of what you wore today (&lt;i&gt;June 7, 2010&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/photo-journal-day-03.html" target="_blank"&gt;Day 03&lt;/a&gt; - A picture of what you did today (&lt;i&gt;June 26, 2010&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/photo-journal-day-04.html" target="_blank"&gt;Day 04&lt;/a&gt; - A picture of where you went today (&lt;i&gt;June 27, 2010&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 05&lt;/b&gt; - A picture of your morning (&lt;i&gt;October 28, 2010&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 - A picture that inspires you&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 - A picture that makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 - A picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 - A picture of what you had for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - A picture of what you like to do&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - A picture of your favorite drink&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - A picture of your favorite food&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - A picture of your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - A picture of your favorite teacher(s)&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - A picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - A picture of your dream cell phone&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - A picture of your mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - A picture of your room&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - A picture of your favorite musical instrument(s)&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - A picture of where you want to honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - A picture that makes you think of your loved one&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - A picture that describes your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - A picture of what you did today&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - A picture that you edited&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - A picture that makes you angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - A picture of you more than 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - A picture of what you wore today&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - A picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - A picture of you and your best friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-1689814198649102106?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1689814198649102106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-05-your-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1689814198649102106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1689814198649102106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-05-your-morning.html' title='Day 05: Your morning'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8490595449493726987</id><published>2010-10-18T13:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T11:09:51.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><title type='text'>Well, take a look at that</title><content type='html'>Being the bored little squirrel I've been lately, I have been googling up a whole array of stuff. And this would be one of them. :D I just love quizzes like this. They help stimulate your creativity and you get to know more of yourself in the process. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get a sheet of paper and pen, follow the questions below and write your answers, one by one. The more details, the better. Be honest, don´t judge or change what you see/feel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IMAGINE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're walking through the woods - who are you walking with? Or are you alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You come across an animal in the woods - what is it, how does it look like? What is your interaction with the animal? What do you do when you see it? Does it run away or do you run away? Do you just stare at each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You come to a clearing in the woods, and you see your dream house. How big is it? Is there a fence around the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You walk inside and you come to your kitchen table. Is there anything on or around it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You walk out your back door. In the lawn you notice a cup. What material is the cup made out of? What do you do with the cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. As you walk, you come to a body of water. What body of water is it? How do you get to the other side?&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;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, you can interpret your answers. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you are walking through the woods with is the most important person in your life at this moment in time. If you are alone, then it´s you who is the most important person in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The size of the animal that you come across in the woods is the size and magnitude of your problems (generally) these days. How you interact with the animal is how you interact with your problems. Did you run away? Did you stare it in the eye until it got scared and left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The size of your dream house is the size of your dreams and what you would like to accomplish in life. If you have a fence around your house, you are a closed person. If not, you are open to people and quite easily show what you are and feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn’t put anything on the kitchen table (silwerware, food, books etc.), you are said to be a person who suffers from depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The material of the cup that you find outside tells you about the durability of the relationship that you have with the person you are walking through the woods with. Is it plastic, glass, ceramic? Where did you put it? What you do with the cup also tells how you handle the relationship with that person. Did you take the cup inside and wash it off and take care of it, or did you just throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The size of the body of water in the backyard of your house is the size of your sex drive. How wet you get crossing it means how passionate you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8490595449493726987?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8490595449493726987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-take-look-at-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8490595449493726987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8490595449493726987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-take-look-at-that.html' title='Well, take a look at that'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6037304457905557292</id><published>2010-08-16T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:31:32.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>"King Of Anything" by Sara Bareilles</title><content type='html'>To me, this song strikes with a very empowering message of self-confidence and independence. Love the singer. Love the lyrics. Love the song. Love the video. Brilliant. :D I'm sorry for posting up nothing but songs and what I think about songs. I'm just feeling very musical today. :D Bear with me darlin's. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; King Of Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt; Sara Bareilles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="350" height="221" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RPk4_XfYhjg?hl=en_US" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table&lt;br /&gt;While I look outside&lt;br /&gt;So many things I’d say if only I were able&lt;br /&gt;But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got opinions, man&lt;br /&gt;We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked&lt;br /&gt;So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine&lt;br /&gt;And get out of here fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one here to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sound so innocent, all full of good intent&lt;br /&gt;Swear you know best&lt;br /&gt;But you expect me to jump up on board with you&lt;br /&gt;And ride off into your delusional sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps&lt;br /&gt;You got the talking down, just not the listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy&lt;br /&gt;While I just hurt and hide&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold your crown, babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6037304457905557292?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6037304457905557292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/08/king-of-anything-by-sara-bareilles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6037304457905557292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6037304457905557292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/08/king-of-anything-by-sara-bareilles.html' title='&quot;King Of Anything&quot; by Sara Bareilles'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RPk4_XfYhjg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-6768529651449237675</id><published>2010-08-16T04:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:31:32.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>"Just The Way You Are" by Bruno Mars</title><content type='html'>Bruno Mars is the alternate Jason Mraz. I just love his voice to bits! This would be one of his songs that have been airing on the radio for almost everyday now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Just The Way You Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt; Bruno Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="350" height="221" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y5lO4hEAJHU?hl=en_US" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her eyes, her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Make the stars look like they’re not shining&lt;br /&gt;Her hair, her hair&lt;br /&gt;Falls perfectly without her trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;When I compliment her&lt;br /&gt;She wont believe me&lt;br /&gt;And its so, its so&lt;br /&gt;Sad to think she don’t see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time she asks me do I look okay&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her nails, her nails&lt;br /&gt;I could kiss them all day if she’d let me&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh, her laugh&lt;br /&gt;She hates but I think it's so sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;I'd never ask you to change&lt;br /&gt;If perfect is what you’re searching for&lt;br /&gt;Then just stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t even bother asking&lt;br /&gt;If you look okay&lt;br /&gt;You know I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;Girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-6768529651449237675?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6768529651449237675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-way-you-are-by-bruno-mars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6768529651449237675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/6768529651449237675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-way-you-are-by-bruno-mars.html' title='&quot;Just The Way You Are&quot; by Bruno Mars'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y5lO4hEAJHU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-8256466090175290095</id><published>2010-08-16T03:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T05:49:03.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>"My Ego, My Little Dwarf" by Loose Lips Sink Ships</title><content type='html'>I am, quite honestly, addicted to this song. A certain someone is wickedly amazing for (almost) being able to nail this on drums. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; My Ego, My Little Dwarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt; Loose Lips Sink Ships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From:&lt;/b&gt; Live on WIUS (03​/​21​/​2008) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="46" height="23" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=471091202/size=short/bgcol=faa283/linkcol=ffd3c4/vis=flowers/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#faa283" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=471091202/size=short/bgcol=faa283/linkcol=ffd3c4/vis=flowers/" width="46" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=never allowNetworking=always wmode=transparent bgcolor=#faa283 &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://looselipssinkships.bandcamp.com/track/my-ego-my-little-dwarf-2"&gt;My Ego, My Little Dwarf by Loose Lips Sink Ships&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-8256466090175290095?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8256466090175290095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-ego-my-little-dwarf-by-loose-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8256466090175290095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/8256466090175290095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-ego-my-little-dwarf-by-loose-lips.html' title='&quot;My Ego, My Little Dwarf&quot; by Loose Lips Sink Ships'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-55442011813889162</id><published>2010-08-14T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:54:05.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Update'/><title type='text'>I won't have you any other way</title><content type='html'>So, I totally made myself a new picture thing for my 'about me'. Not my best array of photos, I should say, but it's alright for now. :D After what I made myself go through doing that, my mind is set; I am so not tossing all my efforts out the window and redoing it. NEVER! LOL! I should probably update what it says on there as well but whatever alternate 'about me' descriptions I come up with just won't do. It's epic enough as it is; it's rather hard to compete with that, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ranted on Facebook today - on my friend's status. Hahaha. And because I am forever doomed to dwindle off in my self-satisfactory practice of egoism, I will post whatever I said here for all to see. LOL! It's rather lengthy though, so brace yourselves. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That's not what upsets me though. It just doesn't make sense to me. These factors you speak of, aren't they willed by God? In our lives, we will love so many others, few whom we've given our whole hearts to only to have them shatter it into bits and pieces in due time, over and over. It hurts so much sometimes that we come to believe that God does indeed deny us the people we love. But in truth, we've only denying ourselves of the fact that God has someone better for us in mind; someone who we won't only love, but someone who will love us just as much. We refuse to let go of these people - oftentimes, we actually run back to them - and that's what makes everything doubly as hard, doubly as hopeless. God intends what he knows is best for you. Not what you believe that is to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a wonderful feeling. It is beautiful as it is grand. And it's splendor is multipled hundreds, thousands and milllions times over when you have someone you share it with. I am glad that God does not pair me up with people I love. I am glad that they have unattainable standards that I can't reach. Cause these are evidences that prove to me that they are incapable of loving. When there is love, real love, all standards are evicted and one definitely does not have to think about it. It just happens. And that's the beauty of it. We deserve to be loved, wholely and deeply, and we should not stand to have these people make us believe that we ought be sad just because they don't love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What upsets me about this is cause love has been laid down in such a technical matter that it's almost like you've given up on love itself, on God and on his plans for you. Even God can't make people love you, true. But what he can do is bring you close to the people who will. We just need to free our hearts from all the hurt we've inflicted onto ourselves so that we can realize these things. Have a little faith. :) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I didn't go to the cosplay thing. |: Funny what fear does to you. Anyhow, it's okay. :D I'll have my sip of coffee now. I'm on my last can of Latte. MUST. GET. MORE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters! &lt;3 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-55442011813889162?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/55442011813889162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wont-have-you-any-other-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/55442011813889162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/55442011813889162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wont-have-you-any-other-way.html' title='I won&apos;t have you any other way'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1873294897453195345</id><published>2010-08-14T03:49:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:16:43.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>You fit in my heart, snug like a glove :)</title><content type='html'>I got featured on &lt;a href="http://poetryaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-all-came-tumbling-down.html" target="_blank"&gt;Glenden's blog&lt;/a&gt; just the other day. I feel cool. :) I love the song he has up on there. Thank you, Glenden! :D And for that, I will put up one of yours. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;And one day you will find the special star,&lt;br /&gt;Which will add to your flame,&lt;br /&gt;And you will burn brighter then ever,&lt;br /&gt;Spreading joy and happiness for miles around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Glenden Yeo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep making them poems, Glen! They're splendid. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="container"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Globe Broadband Internet Tattoo thing, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the many other times you could've chosen to screw yourself up, why did you just HAVE to pick now? I detest you from the very core of my being. You will be hearing from me! And that's a threat. Cause I'm my very own illegitimate lawyer. HAH! How do you like them apples? D&amp;lt; I hope you die the most horrible death imaginable for inanimate things. Why do you do this to me? D: At least let me, you know, log on yahoo messenger. Or any messenger, for that matter. This is important stuff! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, no use brooding over that. I hope it gets better. It must. For Globe's reputation's sake. Cause I am a very, VERY dissatisfied customer. Angry face. |: BUT ANYWAY, like I said, no use brooding over that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, let us divert our attention to the finer details of this situation; the happier ones. Well, for one thing, my Globe tattoo adapter thing has a really rad design. :) LOL! Eh, I think I'll be headed off to bed now. Cosplay awaits me tomorrow afternoon and I'm yet to print the registration form they've sent me. I most definitely must be well rested for it. Wouldn't want to find myself wobbling through the crowds, at the brink of collapsing. :D "No can do!", said the man in the zoo. Ohmygosh, I am the rhyming king. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/217/lenalesss.png" width="150px" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img809.imageshack.us/img809/391/leenalee.png" width="150px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't see how that's possible. LOL. I'll get red ruby shoes or something. "There's no place like home. There's no place like home." Hahaha. xD And yes, I did edit that picture a bit. Doesn't it look awesome? :) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to whomever I was chatting with a while back. I did not mean to log out on such sort notice. Blame my internet provider for doing such a great job living up to its expectations; expectations of FAILURE. |: LOL. Okay, I'll stop beating on it. But still, I'm pretty disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's off to sleepy-land. Have you heard? I'm having dreams again. :) Dreams are just wonderful things. Dreams, welcome back. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-1873294897453195345?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1873294897453195345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-fit-in-my-heart-snug-like-glove_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1873294897453195345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1873294897453195345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-fit-in-my-heart-snug-like-glove_14.html' title='You fit in my heart, snug like a glove :)'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1230915110360174392</id><published>2010-07-06T21:04:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:46:22.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Airplanes, in the night sky, are shooting stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4msj8mkEO1qa54clo1_500.jpg" width="400px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I said when I showed Aaron this picture, "I never knew we had a scientific term for that". But apparently, as you can see, we do. You see that? Knowledge has been shared and, therefore, making us both slightly smarter. :D Hahahaha. Oh goodness, I am certainly not passing off a chance to use this. Little do people realize, this comes as a rather common occurrence. We feel it yet we're unable to properly identify what it exactly is. It's like, you know, that plastic tip that shoelaces bear. We're aware of their existence but we haven't really a name for them. YES, precisely like that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, even as I am now currently informed of what we call 'Lypophrenia', I doubt I will be able to ever use it in casual conversations. It would go something like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, I'm in a state of Lypophrenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Person:&lt;/b&gt; Lypo-what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, I'll end up explaining what it is anyway; absolutely pointless. And besides, if you were to ask me for the said term in a couple of hours time, I will have, most probably, had already forgotten it by then. Hahaha, yeah. My brain's retaining power is that of a goldfish. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that it takes, theoretically, forever for McDonald's fries to break down? It's weird. And here's a video to support my stand. A word of caution: This is not for the faint of heart. Or rather, for people who actually enjoy eating at McDonalds'; this might ruin it for you bad. Though, if you've a thing for rotting food then, by all means, watch it. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="287"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-ljW5YEdao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-ljW5YEdao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="287"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, in my extreme state of boredom, browsing through good ol' Facebook when I came across this one page. It was entitled 'See the TRUTH about McDonalds!'. Of course, I was intrigued. But seeing as I've gradually come to believe whatever Facebook says is a lie, I refused to 'like' the thing and did some research of my own. Hence, the video. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a fail of theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img title="Chicken head!"src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/7110/omgchickenhead.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's a chicken head, alright. I got that off Youtube. It was from this measly fifteen second video so I took a screenshot and made a picture out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on the topic of fast-food, I am never going to eat at KFC again, ever. If you've even an ounce of the sense of gratitude for life, after watching the following video, you'd never again want to set food into that restaurant. Watching it broke my heart. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="287"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjhkJUDm9nQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjhkJUDm9nQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="287"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC, you're a bad person. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you know, I've always wanted to wear those plate armors. Don't you think they look cool? I sure think they do. :D I could then maybe Joanna-ify it and make it frilly. Or, add flowers and the like. HAHA. I would be the 20th century's very own plate armored princess! Or somewhat like that. LOL! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-1230915110360174392?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1230915110360174392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-as-i-said-when-i-showed-aaron-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1230915110360174392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1230915110360174392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-as-i-said-when-i-showed-aaron-this.html' title='Airplanes, in the night sky, are shooting stars.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-7590113285433020371</id><published>2010-07-05T03:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T03:52:45.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Thirty-Day" Letter Challenge</title><content type='html'>Write a letter to these people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-7590113285433020371?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7590113285433020371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/07/thirty-day-letter-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7590113285433020371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/7590113285433020371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/07/thirty-day-letter-challenge.html' title='The &quot;Thirty-Day&quot; Letter Challenge'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2949771996256643414</id><published>2010-06-30T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T04:11:35.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formspring'/><title type='text'>If the movie "Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs" really came true, what would be the first thing you'd dig into?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Truth be told, I would most definitely wait and stand outside long enough until whatever first drops down from the sky adds up to a heaping pile of food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after, I will jump in it. I will jump in it and swim in it. Whatever it might be, I will swim in it. And after swimming in it a considerable amount, I will eat it. Nom nom nom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I will eat like that, I will forcibly make a hobo fresh off the street to take pictures of me eating my first few mouthfuls of sky food. A phenomenon like that comes about once in a life time. These things need to be documented, complete with pictures and everything. I would eat whatever if I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, that is only because I can't possibly control what first falls out of the sky. And because food falling out of the sky is way cool and I will not be caught passing off a chance to eat something that awesome. But if I had a choice, carrot cakes. Not those lame cakes made out of carrots but those that are sold in Chinese Hawker Centers. Yes, it's a Singaporean food item. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had those in years. Literally. And I would love to have some. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jellystraps?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me something else! :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2949771996256643414?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2949771996256643414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-movie-cloudy-with-chance-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2949771996256643414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2949771996256643414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-movie-cloudy-with-chance-of.html' title='If the movie &quot;Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs&quot; really came true, what would be the first thing you&apos;d dig into?'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-2921486287085566875</id><published>2010-06-29T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:35:46.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm cool, so to speak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJKV5A7DUis/TCYNeaM5TiI/AAAAAAAACJc/sVLQc__V3ow/s400/getmadthenget.jpg" width="250px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that? It's alright to get mad; for as long as you get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Darling, you don't know how it kills me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nah. I'm just kidding. No emo stuff here. :D Haha. Alright, I'm suspending my photo journal as of now. I haven't the time to take pictures and such since my phone has officially come to its end. Yes, it's dead now. |: Anyhow, I'll find ways to take pictures but till then, I hope you enjoy reading random junk. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone at school, I'm starting to find my sense of design highly questionable now. LOL! I won't blab on about it any further than that but admittedly, it bothered me. Hahaha. Oh fishsticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-2921486287085566875?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2921486287085566875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-cool-so-to-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2921486287085566875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/2921486287085566875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-cool-so-to-speak.html' title='I&apos;m cool, so to speak.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJKV5A7DUis/TCYNeaM5TiI/AAAAAAAACJc/sVLQc__V3ow/s72-c/getmadthenget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-5735734755014402095</id><published>2010-06-27T19:37:00.055+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:53:27.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photojournal'/><title type='text'>Day 04: Where you went today</title><content type='html'>These are just some other pictures you might want to view on the adventures that Jason and I had today. :D Spare them no more than a few seconds to load themselves. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/2050/day04extrapicture01.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250px" src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/2050/day04extrapicture01.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I were playing around with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://img682.imageshack.us/img682/1585/day04extrapicture02.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250px" src="http://img682.imageshack.us/img682/1585/day04extrapicture02.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jason while we waited for the optician to release his new set of glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/816/day04extrapicture03.png"&gt;&lt;img height="250px" src="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/816/day04extrapicture03.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us sitting on the escalator. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250px" src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/8607/day04extrapicture04.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Jason's new friend. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250px" src="http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/5931/day04extrapicture05.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was being vain. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250px" src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/2843/day04extrapicture06.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks rather lovely, don't you think? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250px" src="http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/8364/day04extrapicture07.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he bears his glasses, nice and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250px" src="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/4940/day04extrapicture08.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the dude who cuts the lenses of your glasses so that they'll fit your frame thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250px" src="http://img641.imageshack.us/img641/7065/day04extrapicture09.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to look like as though the rope was going through Jason's ears but it took too much work to get it right and Jason is such a bad model so we simply had to settle for this one. Cool, no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400px" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/anna7293/Day04.png" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-5735734755014402095?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5735734755014402095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/photo-journal-day-04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5735734755014402095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/5735734755014402095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/photo-journal-day-04.html' title='Day 04: Where you went today'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730590263060141889.post-1357011707451753339</id><published>2010-06-26T22:35:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:26:15.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photojournal'/><title type='text'>Day 03: What you did today</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="400px" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/anna7293/Day03.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start assuming what that picture has got to do with what I did today, NO. No, I did not cam whore the whole day. Hahaha. I posted that picture because, take a look at that dress of mine. That dress, yes that dress, was cut by me. It used to be this ankle length summer dress thing before I reduced it in length. I snipped off way too much and it ended up being really short so I was forced to couple it with a shirt. LOL! Take it from me. Leave the snip snip snipping to the tailors. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks like on its own. Behold, little imp-lings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/anna7293/omg.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply cannot be seen in public like that. I regret to have even cut it at all. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well! :D There'll always be other ways to wear it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would gladly put up 'before-and-after' pictures of the dress but I have none of its 'before' pictures of back when it was of its original length. All I can say is that it's better off being the way it is now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730590263060141889-1357011707451753339?l=pettyexcuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1357011707451753339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/photo-journal-day-03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1357011707451753339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730590263060141889/posts/default/1357011707451753339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettyexcuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/photo-journal-day-03.html' title='Day 03: What you did today'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718246067036571846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6zjtOtIpFM/TrU87f3w3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NNeFkRzPT5A/s220/iconlol.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
