<?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-3575500355335594406</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:31:02.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Thing Called Fate. ;)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-3776851942911137853</id><published>2008-06-02T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:23:22.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SEOjPluFaUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8I7cBqZRR2U/s1600-h/ashlee-simpson-pete-wedding-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207185082389195074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SEOjPluFaUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8I7cBqZRR2U/s320/ashlee-simpson-pete-wedding-photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess congratulations are in order for Mr. and Mrs. Pete Wentz. *claps* I feel sorry for all those FOB fans out there, especially the ones that are crazy over this boy. Boohoo for you people. Haha. Kidding. I'm being such a meanie. &gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read that since the first time Pete laid his eyes on Ashlee he knew that she was the one he was gonna spend the rest of his life with. *hangs* It's pretty weird to hear something like that come out of a mouth of a rockstar huh? I guess that just goes to show that people that look strong (sorry, can't find a better word) on the outside can really be soft and mushy on the inside. I must say that Ashlee Simpson HAS found a keeper. Let's just see how long these two will last. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm keeping my fingers crossed and ladies, don't even consider holding your breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for One Tree Hill Season 5 news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna spoil it for you guys. Mwaha. Well, to all you Peyton and Lucas fans out there, prepare to be shattered. This season is set after 4 years since the last season. That means, they're all college graduates and have their own jobs/careers. Anyway, back to Peyton and Lucas. I'm sorry to tell you guys but Lucas got a new girl. Yes, I know. Sucks right? Brooke and Lucas breaking up was bad enough (sorry, I'm a big BruCas fan), and him hooking up with Peyton was bad too. But a new girl? Sheesh. Just shows us that you can do anything with eyes like his.. And a body like his too. ;) Let me show you a picture of the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208243570413729490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SEdl7s449tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/a6eY4ZJEk4Q/s320/normal_oth518-0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you guys think? Hmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-3776851942911137853?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/3776851942911137853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=3776851942911137853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/3776851942911137853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/3776851942911137853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-ing.html' title='Random-ing.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SEOjPluFaUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8I7cBqZRR2U/s72-c/ashlee-simpson-pete-wedding-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-7620733544655354697</id><published>2008-05-24T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:23:25.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's my forever. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDfoAFNebeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MKbtZ0Ygbe8/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203882982546238946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDfoAFNebeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MKbtZ0Ygbe8/s200/IMG_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spent the day out with &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; Carlo. :) We went to Glo to watch Iron Man. It was actually my second time to watch it. Haha. :) But I don't really think he understood the movie.. So I had to explain it to him. Lol. :)) I had fun doing it though. Anywaaay. After the movie we went around to look for a place to eat cause he got hungry. He wanted to eat something cold so we ended up eating Ice Monster. :) It was really sweet cause everything was HIS treat. He didn't want me to spend cause our family's experiencing some financial problems.. Basta he was really sweet about the whole thing. Saying that he didn't want me to spend anything so I could help my mom save. Where do you find guys like that nowadays, huh? Well, I have one. And I feel so damn lucky to have him in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my gift which was.. (drumroll please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDftelNebgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ab3znpJ8v6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203889004090387970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDftelNebgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ab3znpJ8v6Y/s200/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203888690557775346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDftMVNebfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fmY9N8-SErA/s200/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Personalized drumsticks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha. :)) I didn't wanna give him ordinary ones so I made them special. I think he liked it. Haha. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, I'm ending this blog entry na. I'm tired and I feel sleepy. Haha. As usual. Carlo doesn't call me antukin for no reason. :) So let me just leave you guys with some of our pictures today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDgAO1NebhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ntSat_W1L2w/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203909624228376082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDgAO1NebhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ntSat_W1L2w/s200/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDgAhVNebiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pOV8xB_XmFM/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203909942055956002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDgAhVNebiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pOV8xB_XmFM/s200/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDgAp1NebjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HgqYB724AEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203910088084844082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDgAp1NebjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HgqYB724AEQ/s200/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDgA2VNebkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ge3FYaSv-48/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203910302833208898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDgA2VNebkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ge3FYaSv-48/s200/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-7620733544655354697?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/7620733544655354697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=7620733544655354697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/7620733544655354697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/7620733544655354697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/05/hes-my-forever.html' title='He&apos;s my forever. :)'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDfoAFNebeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MKbtZ0Ygbe8/s72-c/IMG_0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-989281727789430762</id><published>2008-05-23T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:23:26.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling.</title><content type='html'>The net's acting all crappy today for some reason. What a timing. They picked the only day of the entire week I get to use the internet again. &lt;em&gt;Way to go people&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm really not gonna let that ruin my &lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt; day. Haha. :) I'm going on a date with Carlo tomorrow. Uhuh. I'm so excited. Haha. I'll give him my late monthsary gift. Okay, I'm totally gonna spill the beans now. They're &lt;strong&gt;drumsticks&lt;/strong&gt;. ;) But not just any kind. They're &lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL&lt;/strong&gt;. *&lt;em&gt;wink&lt;/em&gt;* Haha. :)) &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; part, I'm not gonna tell.. well at least until Carlo sees them first. ;) So, suspense for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Look what I did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDa-llNebaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GX0DhXsGw8E/s1600-h/03248309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203555972326256034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDa-llNebaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GX0DhXsGw8E/s200/03248309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDa-uVNebbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ErkLO2HDR-M/s1600-h/askldjf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203556122650111410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDa-uVNebbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ErkLO2HDR-M/s200/askldjf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDa_KlNebdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5tk5U-6bDnE/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203556607981415890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDa_KlNebdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5tk5U-6bDnE/s200/green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDa-9lNebcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SqGeMD152j4/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203556384643116482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDa-9lNebcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SqGeMD152j4/s200/blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDa-uVNebbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ErkLO2HDR-M/s1600-h/askldjf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun playing with my eyes. Haha. I just wanted to see how I'd look with a different eye color and mind you.. &lt;strong&gt;IT DOES NOT LOOK GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. :)) &lt;em&gt;Hazel brown eyes for me, thankyouverymuch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let me post an excerpt from Carlo's text message last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just want you to know that I will ALWAYS love you and I'm here to fight for YOU no matter what happens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously got chills when I read that. Haha. See, we had a fight last night. I don't wanna remember what it was about. We forgive and forget. ;) Anyway, that's a part of what he said when I told him that I didn't wanna talk to him first. &lt;strong&gt;SUHWEET&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, COOK won. In your face ARCHIE. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I need to catch on my beauty rest for tomorrow. ;) Adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-989281727789430762?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/989281727789430762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=989281727789430762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/989281727789430762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/989281727789430762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/05/rambling_23.html' title='Rambling.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDa-llNebaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GX0DhXsGw8E/s72-c/03248309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-9023272903919665298</id><published>2008-05-18T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:23:30.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My passion. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_7iOYrpMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oraX0ngfsK8/s1600-h/IMG_8438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201652660031956162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_7iOYrpMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oraX0ngfsK8/s200/IMG_8438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_60OYrpLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3KbSoYtOo7g/s1600-h/IMG_6413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201651869757973682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_60OYrpLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3KbSoYtOo7g/s200/IMG_6413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_71OYrpNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lZWnt1yYyKk/s1600-h/IMG_8440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201652986449470674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_71OYrpNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lZWnt1yYyKk/s200/IMG_8440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_8cuYrpOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/G8ZXhgknZrk/s1600-h/IMG_9630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201653665054303458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_8cuYrpOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/G8ZXhgknZrk/s200/IMG_9630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_5h-YrpHI/AAAAAAAAADk/wN4shEfZsvg/s1600-h/IMG_4316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201650456713733234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_5h-YrpHI/AAAAAAAAADk/wN4shEfZsvg/s200/IMG_4316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201650602742621314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_5qeYrpII/AAAAAAAAADs/c9dNREuCw9A/s200/IMG_4678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_6mOYrpKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yKqDzHQt2as/s1600-h/IMG_5796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201651629239805090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_6mOYrpKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yKqDzHQt2as/s200/IMG_5796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201651384426669202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_6X-YrpJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eimbb8hlwDc/s200/IMG_4689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I was really planning to take photography as a course for college. But my mom didn't want cause it had no stable soruce of income, according to her. Sheesh. I really am passionate about it. Cause I think that you can express yourself fully through the pictures that you take eh. Every tells a different story..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Oh well. It'll be my sideline na lang. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my mom that I want an SLR for my graduation. Actually, my laptop was supposed to be my advanced grad gift. Haha. :) But I think she forgot. I swear, I'll sell my camera just to buy an SLR. @-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'll share more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAE_-YrpPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-QiqIPEoifc/s1600-h/IMG_3195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201663066737714418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAE_-YrpPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-QiqIPEoifc/s200/IMG_3195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAFUOYrpQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SeDLPvAfWu0/s1600-h/IMG_3961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201663414630065410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAFUOYrpQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SeDLPvAfWu0/s200/IMG_3961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAGJuYrpRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VIkXd8DtPCo/s1600-h/IMG_4679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201664333753066770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAGJuYrpRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VIkXd8DtPCo/s200/IMG_4679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAGWeYrpSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LTsOl7VCRBA/s1600-h/IMG_8926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201664552796398882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAGWeYrpSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LTsOl7VCRBA/s200/IMG_8926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAGkeYrpTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IuDYKD2BWC4/s1600-h/IMG_9724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201664793314567474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAGkeYrpTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IuDYKD2BWC4/s200/IMG_9724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAG7eYrpUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/blAFT0M9-jg/s1600-h/IMG_9626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201665188451558722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAG7eYrpUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/blAFT0M9-jg/s200/IMG_9626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAG7eYrpUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/blAFT0M9-jg/s1600-h/IMG_9626.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAGWeYrpSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LTsOl7VCRBA/s1600-h/IMG_8926.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAGkeYrpTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IuDYKD2BWC4/s1600-h/IMG_9724.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SDAG7eYrpUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/blAFT0M9-jg/s1600-h/IMG_9626.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-9023272903919665298?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/9023272903919665298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=9023272903919665298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/9023272903919665298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/9023272903919665298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-passion.html' title='My passion. :)'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SC_7iOYrpMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oraX0ngfsK8/s72-c/IMG_8438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-6849712749467618432</id><published>2008-05-10T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T07:54:27.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted thoughts. :(</title><content type='html'>This day was, hmm.. &lt;u&gt;bittersweet&lt;/u&gt;. Well I spent most of the day with my mom which was great. Watched Vanessa Carlton's concert with her and everything. It was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I just can't seem to rid off that unpleasant feeling I have deep down in the pit of my stomach. I&lt;strong&gt; know&lt;/strong&gt; there's something wrong between Carlo and I. I can feel it. :( I can't say why I feel this way; it's really very private. I dunno. The last time I felt like this was when he and I drifted apart a few months back. FUCK. I don't like this feeling. I really don't. I feel so uneasy right now. I can't stay still and I can't sleep. I just need to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, maybe I'm over thinking things again. I tend to do that. But hell, I really don't know. I think he's naiilang or something. FUCKER. :( Sorry for the excessive use of bad words, I just need to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry, for no reason. I wanna jump to shake these feelings off. Or maybe I just need a good night's sleep. Wait scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEED TO HUG SOMEONE AND CRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's giving out free hugs? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-6849712749467618432?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/6849712749467618432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=6849712749467618432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/6849712749467618432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/6849712749467618432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/05/unwanted-thoughts.html' title='Unwanted thoughts. :('/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-4686915809499378206</id><published>2008-05-10T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:23:31.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Ms. Bungisngis. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SCWtRGPmlwI/AAAAAAAAADU/ncrF5H1cFP0/s1600-h/IMG_9410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198751854114543362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SCWtRGPmlwI/AAAAAAAAADU/ncrF5H1cFP0/s320/IMG_9410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SCWtHGPmlvI/AAAAAAAAADM/uToTAGe8lY8/s1600-h/IMG_9397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198751682315851506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SCWtHGPmlvI/AAAAAAAAADM/uToTAGe8lY8/s320/IMG_9397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Hello bangs, my old friend, I've missed you. ;) I know it takes a lot of getting used to cause this is definitely a BIG change in my look. But I guess I just have to work it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I look? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SCWtHGPmlvI/AAAAAAAAADM/uToTAGe8lY8/s1600-h/IMG_9397.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-4686915809499378206?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/4686915809499378206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=4686915809499378206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/4686915809499378206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/4686915809499378206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-ms-bungisngis.html' title='Hello Ms. Bungisngis. :)'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SCWtRGPmlwI/AAAAAAAAADU/ncrF5H1cFP0/s72-c/IMG_9410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-883445144615314138</id><published>2008-05-03T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:23:34.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PBB Madness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB03kkfYIXI/AAAAAAAAABM/UFYIw7sRVQo/s1600-h/pbbtejolasevict050308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196370646465519986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB03kkfYIXI/AAAAAAAAABM/UFYIw7sRVQo/s320/pbbtejolasevict050308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolas was evicted last night. I was shocked. I honestly thought Rona was gonna get cut. I dunno why but for some reason, I don't like Rona. (No offense to all her fans out there). Oh well. Maybe it's not her time &lt;u&gt;YET&lt;/u&gt;. Haha. :) We'll just have to wait and see how she proves herself in the coming days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was also shocked when Robi got evicted. I wasn't able to watch the nomination night that week kasi eh. So if you watched it, enlighten me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now let's talk about the growing love teams inside the house. And I'm gonna start with the most &lt;strong&gt;controversial&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196373283575439778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB05-EfYIaI/AAAAAAAAABk/c_gAQWCK6lU/s200/Josef02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB1A60fYIbI/AAAAAAAAABs/4kr5KCjz-h0/s1600-h/Nicole02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196380924322259378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB1A60fYIbI/AAAAAAAAABs/4kr5KCjz-h0/s200/Nicole02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nicole and Josef.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These two have been flirting with each other &lt;strong&gt;NON-STOP&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, I admit. I get kilig when they have their "&lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt;" moments, but that doesn't last that long. What makes me stop is the thought of Nicole and Josef having their respective others outside the house. I know you guys are all curious about how they look like. And you're just in luck! I found pictures of Nicole's boyfriend and Josef's girlfriend. Here they are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB1Eq0fYIcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Gl0MTAiJW8Y/s1600-h/Josef%2527s-Real-Girlfriend.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB1GlEfYIeI/AAAAAAAAACE/E7VirNHSvRU/s1600-h/_hit%2527emup%2528001%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196387147729871330" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="290" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB1GlEfYIeI/AAAAAAAAACE/E7VirNHSvRU/s320/_hit%2527emup%2528001%2529.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB1FK0fYIdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/d_BtRVADxGs/s1600-h/1_554791114l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196385597246677458" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="284" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB1FK0fYIdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/d_BtRVADxGs/s320/1_554791114l.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her name's &lt;u&gt;Mica Ocampo&lt;/u&gt;. Gorgeous ain't she? Well, I've read that Josef met her through a gay friend. And while doing my research, I read this, it's an excerpt from Mica's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S &lt;strong&gt;This is kinda long&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JOSEF naman, how could you?I cannot believe this. I cannot fucking believe&lt;br /&gt;this.All I can say is WHAT THE ***. Seriously. I will not say mean things about&lt;br /&gt;that girl here, I`ll just keep them to myself. But really, what the ***. Sooper&lt;br /&gt;boy d mo Eli.I can`t believe this. No, I can`t believe YOU. You`re such a&lt;br /&gt;disappointment. I knew that this Pbb thing would be a bad idea.And yes, I was&lt;br /&gt;right.DOESN`T &lt;a href="http://pbb.davidvgonzales.com/2008/04/exclusive-pics-of-nicole-nikki.html"&gt;SHE&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BOYFRIEND&lt;/a&gt;??AND MAYBE IT SLIPPED HIS MIND BUT HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;TOO.What the ***. Putangina. Wala na. While watching that scene, I couldn`t help&lt;br /&gt;but cry.Understand me, I am waiting. But I don`t exactly know if I`m waiting for&lt;br /&gt;something. Yun pala wala na tapos mukha nalang akong *** dito.I don`t know how&lt;br /&gt;I`m supposed to feel. Up until today, I was so sure that he was mine no matter&lt;br /&gt;what happens inside Pbb. But now, I`m not sure about anything anymore.Yes, maybe&lt;br /&gt;it`s the pain talking or the bitterness, but every word I say right now shows&lt;br /&gt;how I`m really feeling. Because right now, I don`t know how I feel. Here I am&lt;br /&gt;again, back at square one. I`m stuck in a rut and I have no idea how to get out&lt;br /&gt;of it. Good luck to me sleeping tonight. No, good luck to me on getting past&lt;br /&gt;this.I was okay with the whole Pbb thing, I really was. Well, duh. I`m working&lt;br /&gt;my ass off just to promote Eli. AND TAKE NOTE: I`M NEVER NORMALLY LIKE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY NOOOW. And this is how he repays me? :I am hurt. I am BEYOND hurt. Hurt is&lt;br /&gt;an understatement. I am not being petty, believe me.I know Eli, I know pag may&lt;br /&gt;dinidiskartehan siya. And we started off as best friends. AND NOW THEY`RE "BEST&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS"?? HOW THE *** AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL?Now his words mean *** to me. They&lt;br /&gt;really do. I let him join because I trusted him and I was sure that he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don`t know anymore. Well, fine. He may have my name on his arm, but&lt;br /&gt;really, does that mean ANYTHING AT ALL now?I`m just frustrated,okay? I just want&lt;br /&gt;to let this all out. I just want to vent. I just want to be alone and cry my&lt;br /&gt;eyes out. I just want him back.PUTANGINA TALAGA.Pero to all my friends and to&lt;br /&gt;all my new found friends (Eli`s fans.) :Thank you. Seriously, thank you. Your&lt;br /&gt;comments and text messages cheered me up. But I`m still fucked up, but&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, they meant something. Sorry to those who texted tapos di ako&lt;br /&gt;nagreply, I`m too torn up to reply. But sooper thank you. Sa lahat ng magandang&lt;br /&gt;comments and sa lahat ng advices. Sa lahat din ng positive messages. I love you&lt;br /&gt;all for that. But right now, I just need time to think and asked myself if this&lt;br /&gt;is what I really want.Jesus Christ, help me. I don`t know what the hell I want&lt;br /&gt;anymore. I don`t understand him. Usually, I can read his mind. But now, malabo&lt;br /&gt;na eh. Lahat malabo na.*** THIS LIFE.I thought he`d be different. UGHHHH. I&lt;br /&gt;don`t want to tell Peter in the end na, "sana nakinig nalang ako sayo." I WANT&lt;br /&gt;TO BELIEVE THAT HE`S DIFFERENT. I DO. BUT NOW, THAT`S NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE. I am&lt;br /&gt;broken right now. And I need to straighten my thoughts because really, this is&lt;br /&gt;unacceptable to me. It really is. I may or may not eat my words after a day or&lt;br /&gt;two, but right now, THIS is how I feel. I FEEL SHITTY. And I have every right to&lt;br /&gt;throw a *** fit right now cause I hate what I`m seeing. And I hate the way I`m&lt;br /&gt;feeling.And Eli, why can`t I read your mind?WHYYYY?I have a million questions&lt;br /&gt;with no answers. I want to shoot myself in the head cause I`ll be up all night&lt;br /&gt;asking myself, WHY.You know I love you. Oh God, at least I THINK you know&lt;br /&gt;that.This is bullshit. It really is.But after all that`s been said and done, you&lt;br /&gt;know you`ll always be my number one. :(I just want to escape reality. Take me&lt;br /&gt;away, please? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. There's &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of drama going on. I really (&lt;em&gt;thinks of a fitting word&lt;/em&gt;) sympathize this girl. She really loves Josef; it shows. I just wish he'd be more sensitive and careful with his actions inside the house. I think they need a reality check: &lt;strong&gt;IT'S AN ARTIFICIAL ENVIRONMENT GUYS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, here are the pictures of Nicole's boyfriend, &lt;u&gt;Gilo&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB1HuEfYIfI/AAAAAAAAACM/SN4phQpppzE/s1600-h/giloandnikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196388401860321778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB1HuEfYIfI/AAAAAAAAACM/SN4phQpppzE/s320/giloandnikki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB1ILkfYIgI/AAAAAAAAACU/t09qGShpOs8/s1600-h/giloandnikkiiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196388908666462722" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="236" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB1ILkfYIgI/AAAAAAAAACU/t09qGShpOs8/s200/giloandnikkiiii.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicole looks &lt;strong&gt;DRUNK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And rumor has it, is that Nicole's known as a &lt;u&gt;party girl&lt;/u&gt; in Cebu. So much for being conservative huh, Mommy Sandy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look, I have nothing against these two. I mean, it's their life. But I just hope that they realize that they're hurting people who love them outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's why if any of you bloggers out there are planning to enter the house next year, leave all your commitments outside of the house. Because &lt;em&gt;you'll never know when you'll fall in love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-883445144615314138?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/883445144615314138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=883445144615314138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/883445144615314138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/883445144615314138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/05/pbb-madness.html' title='PBB Madness.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SB03kkfYIXI/AAAAAAAAABM/UFYIw7sRVQo/s72-c/pbbtejolasevict050308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-6257716755268926751</id><published>2008-05-02T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:23:34.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days to go.</title><content type='html'>It's almost May 8. :) Haha. I'm too mababaw, I swear. So anyway. Haha. It got me thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I get him for our 1st month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not allowed to give him anything. (It's this deal we have) But I think this one's an exception, I hope. Haha. :) Anyway, I dunno what to give him yet. And I only have 5 days to go! Uh-oooh. : Help me, help me. Actually I already have an idea, but I can't risk exposing it here. &gt;:) Carlo might see it. Haha. :)) Text me if you know my number! I'll share my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUUT, I got another problem. My mom's not yet sure if she's gonna allow me to go out on the 8th. Dunno why. : ASK PERMISSION FOR ME, ANYONE! Please? I just wanna go to ATC. Oh which reminds me! I haven't told Carlo to ask permission yet. Haha. :)) I'll tell him na lang if I'm allowed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196040672718102850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SBwLdkfYIUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W5iSn7snATw/s320/IMG_7081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I need your opinion guys. Do you think we look good together? :D Haha. :)) Do you do you do you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wala lang, I think we do kasi eh. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm babbling now, forgive me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196043043540050274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SBwNnkfYIWI/AAAAAAAAABE/yQez6ms_yjg/s320/1_715073999l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss and love you babe. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know, &lt;u&gt;I'm in love&lt;/u&gt;. :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-6257716755268926751?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/6257716755268926751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=6257716755268926751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/6257716755268926751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/6257716755268926751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-days-to-go.html' title='5 days to go.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SBwLdkfYIUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W5iSn7snATw/s72-c/IMG_7081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-3891915122592026341</id><published>2008-04-29T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:56:18.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell week.</title><content type='html'>I have a feeling that this is gonna be the start of HELL WEEK. You know why? Yesterday, my dentist had to remove a bone in my mouth. YESSS. Gross right? He had to take it out to give way to my 3rd molar. See, he removed two of my 3rd molars already. I thought he was gonna remove the 3rd one yesterday but I was dead wrong. OHMYGOD I can't even begin to explain how painful it was! :( Removing the wisdom tooth was bad enough as it is but this one was even worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the dentist's chair, pinching myself just so I wouldn't feel the pain. It didn't work, mind you. Even if he injected I dunno how many shots of anesthesia, it helped a bit but it still was painful. This is the FIRST TIME I cried during surgery. The ones I've had before, I was able to tolerate the pain. But this one, NO FRIGGIN WAY. The dentist's assistant had to use I dunno how many pieces of tissue to wipe the tears that were falling down my eyes. My dentist told me that I was literally shaking when I got up. I don't ever wanna experience that again. But I will. Unfortunately, he has to take the bone in the other side too! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very low tolerance for pain. I don't like pain, actually. F*ck. Aaaand here's the worst part. After the surgery, for the next week or two, your face is gonna be SWOLLEN. As in para kang sinapak ni Manny Pacquiao even worse! What a terrible blow to my self-esteem. And here's more! The only thing you can eat is soup and ice cream. That's it. I swear if I see ice cream later, I'm really gonna throw up na. My tummy's pretty upset right now. It's giving me a really hard time. After a couple of bites I have to stop cause I'd feel like barfing. Ugh. Way to go, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope and pray that the swelling subsides later this week. I don't wanna go to my reviews looking like this! EEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo's going to the beach today til Sunday. I'm guessing there's no signal there. :( Boo. I hate it. 4 days without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you it's hell week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-3891915122592026341?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/3891915122592026341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=3891915122592026341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/3891915122592026341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/3891915122592026341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/04/hell-week.html' title='Hell week.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-9151722379703178386</id><published>2008-04-25T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:07:38.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THINK.</title><content type='html'>Do you guys believe in fate? Yeah, the whole if-we're-meant-to-be-love-will-find-a-way thing? Haha. :) Well, I do. I don't call myself a hopeless romantic for nothing, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. I do believe everyone's got their own special person out there.. waiting. That right there is the key here. Waiting for the right time to find that person. Waiting for yourself to be ready and to be mature enough to face all the consequences of your actions. And of course, waiting to love another individual more than yourself. Others think it's an easy task. If you do, then you're fooled. Loving someone takes a lot of patience and commitment. Cause you're not just looking after yourself this time. You're taking care of your "other half" too. You're gonna have to consider everything he or she likes. And you can't make decisions on your own anymore. Now, it's about you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not in a position to give advices. Hell, I've been in 3 relationships and I'm in my 4th one now. And those 3 different guys that I've been with taught me a lot of things. I'm gonna enumerate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;EX #1 - He taught me how to be patient. He's my first boyfriend and he cheated on me. I was still too immature that time. Well duh, I was only 14. I entered in a relationship without knowing the person completely. And that was MY mistake. The good thing is that I learned from it and because of that experience, he changed completely. Now we're best friends. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EX #2 - This relationship taught me not to give into everything your boyfriend says. Okaaaay. I'm totally gonna expose this already. He uuuh, asked me to have sex with him. DON'T REACT. I know what you guys are gonna say. Anyway, I never ever gave in to that request. I remember, he'd tell me that if I really loved him, I'd do that. And he told me that he gave me everything I wanted (even if I didn't ask for the things he gave me) pero bakit daw yun LANG di ko mabigay. Sheesh. Some guys are such dicks you know. So there. I broke up with him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EX #3 - I learned that in every relationship, you'll have to swallow your pride once in a while for the one you love. I admit, I was really ma-pride before. Now, I've changed. Thanks to him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like I said, I'm in my 4th relationship right now. Well, so far, so GOOD. Actually it's more than good. It's great. He's really amazing, I can't even find the right words to tell you why. He's the only guy that I can see when I wake up 20 years from now, sleeping beside me. He's the one I can picture standing at the end of the church waiting for me. He's my EVERYTHING. God. He makes me so happy! Sorry if I'm getting really mushy right now. I'm just really overwhelmed by my emotions right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to end this entry, I'd like to say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Carlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-9151722379703178386?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/9151722379703178386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=9151722379703178386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/9151722379703178386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/9151722379703178386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/04/think.html' title='THINK.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-8325599273552359995</id><published>2008-04-25T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:23:35.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters DO look alike. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SBG6jUfYITI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tr4NmkhRQ-c/s1600-h/1_452888064l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193136961293394226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SBG6jUfYITI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tr4NmkhRQ-c/s320/1_452888064l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SBG6VEfYISI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vUmcF_blILY/s1600-h/IMG_8411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193136716480258338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SBG6VEfYISI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vUmcF_blILY/s320/IMG_8411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We look alike! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha. :)) I realized just now. Ria's my pretend sister. Haha. I need your opinions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do we? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SBG6jUfYITI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tr4NmkhRQ-c/s1600-h/1_452888064l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-8325599273552359995?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/8325599273552359995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=8325599273552359995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/8325599273552359995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/8325599273552359995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/04/sisters-do-look-alike.html' title='Sisters DO look alike. ;)'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84hWezBIjtk/SBG6jUfYITI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tr4NmkhRQ-c/s72-c/1_452888064l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-7747411221700268796</id><published>2008-04-24T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:23:01.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving with an empty stomach.</title><content type='html'>God, I've been starving myself lately. Yes, I know. It's not a good thing to do. But sometimes you get too lazy to eat. Haha. :) Weird as that may sound. I'm probably the only person you'll meet that's too tamad to eat. I have no idea why. Maybe it's cause I'm scared to get fat again. To those of you that do not know, I was overweight when I was in 1st year highschool. And to add to that, I was sick. I had a hormonal imbalance which led to me being confined to the hospital because I lost too much blood due to my monthly periods. I'm just gonna spare you guys on all the gory details. The doctor just told me that I needed to lose weight cause if I don't, it might not go away. But thank goodness it did! :) And it actually helped me build my self-confidence a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know my secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat rice. :) I know what you're thinking. "How the hell do you eat without rice?!" Haha. :)) Trust me, it wasn't easy. But you'll get used to it as the days go by. Give yourself 2 months, you'll lose weight like that (snaps fingers). But you'll have to eat rice once in a while. Reward yourself for a job well done. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys. I'd love to stay and blog some more but I really got to go to Beda. ID picture taking's today. So I'll see you Bedans out there later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-7747411221700268796?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/7747411221700268796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=7747411221700268796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/7747411221700268796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/7747411221700268796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/04/leaving-with-empty-stomach.html' title='Leaving with an empty stomach.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575500355335594406.post-2380054156009705501</id><published>2008-04-24T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:08:15.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After years of gathering my thoughts..</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Haha. :) It's been too long. Now I'm back from my looong hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed blogger so much! I missed the people too. The way my fellow bloggers comfort me when I'm down or rejoice with me when I'm up and about. I missed that. :) So anyway, enough about that. I have a lot of things to tell you guys. Where should I start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so far, summer has been a blast! I really thought it would suck bigtime but hell, I was so wrong. Not only am I in love, I'm also very active. Since football came into my life, I've always craved for the grass. There's a certain feeling you get everytime you play. Though I'm not good YET, I'm promising myself that I'm gonna work my ass off everyday just to improve. :) Go me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the blossoming love life. Haha. :) I'm so in love. I know this sentence is already over rated but who the hell cares. I can't really put into words the love I feel for him. As cheesy as that may sound. :) I guess it's really like that when you're in love. You run out of words to explain how you feel. And there are times when you have no idea why you feel them. Ugh. Sorry. I'm rambling already. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, my head's really empty right now. : I'm too tired. My eyes are closing on their own and my muscles are aching, big time. Ha ha. : I'll try to sleep now. Sweetdreams guys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3575500355335594406-2380054156009705501?l=crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/feeds/2380054156009705501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3575500355335594406&amp;postID=2380054156009705501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/2380054156009705501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3575500355335594406/posts/default/2380054156009705501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyoveroreos.blogspot.com/2008/04/after-years-of-gathering-my-thoughts.html' title='After years of gathering my thoughts..'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16606130812196289155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
