<?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-6574004950912187205</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:19:00.777-06:00</updated><category term='literature'/><category term='Mgee'/><category term='queer'/><category term='Medical'/><category term='introspection'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='love'/><category term='Health'/><category term='repugnance'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>ScarletDuchess</title><subtitle type='html'>sfwhewiofhewioghfogire</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>scarletduchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305041930201333194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SlKmmrpST0I/AAAAAAAAABw/9BvK8ElbzR4/S220/105_2138.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574004950912187205.post-2745655739518950350</id><published>2010-05-22T22:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:47:17.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's really hard to decide when you're already tired of holding on, yet you're too in love to let go. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Like he doesn't appreciate all that I do. He gotta show me that he also want me to stay...&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Oh Highness, give me the &amp;nbsp;right decision to make everything right at this moment so that no heart will break anymore &amp;nbsp;:(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574004950912187205-2745655739518950350?l=scarletduchess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/feeds/2745655739518950350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2010/05/tough.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/2745655739518950350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/2745655739518950350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2010/05/tough.html' title='Tough'/><author><name>scarletduchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305041930201333194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SlKmmrpST0I/AAAAAAAAABw/9BvK8ElbzR4/S220/105_2138.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574004950912187205.post-5029919898956902977</id><published>2009-09-29T22:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:19:15.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony VAIO VGN-NW150J</title><content type='html'>BEST BUY. Sunday @ 8:05 PM. I got my brand new second laptop and this one is a little bit smaller than the first one. What I hoped for for a very long time is to own a &lt;b&gt;Sony Vaio&lt;/b&gt;--here it is! I can't believe that this pretty precious little thing is in my hands. This is one of my hot wish list and surely does, the majority hopes for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/1492zih.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Vaio is excellent in terms of style, memory capacity, music, display, keypad and friendly-user especially for students. Features that I love include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One touch web access without booting up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 USB ports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Core 2 DUO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 GB installed RAM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 TV/HD monitor port&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pro/SD memory card slot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plays back Blu-ray disc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wi-Fi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Texture of the TouchPad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bluetooth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loud Speakers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sticky notes &amp;amp; other tools perfect for students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100% recommended according to its reviews&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Basically, you get what you have paid for. It is totally perfect for me. This is my buddy through out my course because I always bring it with me everywhere I go to do clinical papers and such--I just have not decided what name fits this gem. As of now, and&amp;nbsp; hopefully forever, I won't have any problem when it comes to its performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574004950912187205-5029919898956902977?l=scarletduchess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/feeds/5029919898956902977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-wish-list-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/5029919898956902977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/5029919898956902977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-wish-list-down.html' title='Sony VAIO VGN-NW150J'/><author><name>scarletduchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305041930201333194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SlKmmrpST0I/AAAAAAAAABw/9BvK8ElbzR4/S220/105_2138.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/1492zih_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574004950912187205.post-6132907478804229515</id><published>2009-09-23T21:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:22:50.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Effective Thinking, I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't leave! You're still on the right page! Indeed I changed my layout, &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. This is the day, the opportunity I got from one day out of school. I&amp;nbsp; took the whole day as a free day and forgot the tasks I've &lt;b&gt;planned&lt;/b&gt; to do. By that I mean: stack of books to read on my desk, fail organized time management in my planner, and note to myself, "only two hours in the computer!" But yeah, until now I'm still on the computer. You understand why right? I'm a teenager, like you (if you are)! Teehee.&amp;nbsp; So because there's nothing much to do in the morning, I made a layout for this month and onwards. Hopefully this will last a year to change [if not bored of it]. I love this one better than the other one--more tweaks and additional. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Former&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Current*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i37.tinypic.com/f0vr7s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/f0vr7s.jpg" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i37.tinypic.com/10qevbt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/10qevbt.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SrrOhHAie1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BA5gdeNvmfw/s1600-h/736594lxo9l48xo9.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SrrOhHAie1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BA5gdeNvmfw/s320/736594lxo9l48xo9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SrrPT_C4PKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eEqo1OWlABI/s1600-h/101_9620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SrrPT_C4PKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eEqo1OWlABI/s200/101_9620.JPG" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I had my chest x-ray. I was quite nervous about hearing some humors that I have to take off my clothes--bare naked in front of radiology people. I had to make sure because for me, it's like invasion of privacy but I found out I will have to cover my body with a gown. Relief. The guy asked me if I'm comfortable, him being inside with us and I said no. A minute later, he went back inside and assisted me at the machine. What's the matter with this guy?! I did say no to him. Did you know I can sue him for that? But it's okay because I'm not totally naked after all. Hmm. I know what you're thinking: the picture right? For your information that's an example of a perfect chest x-ray: &lt;b&gt;normal heart size&lt;/b&gt; and, clear and well expanded lungs. If I am wrong, I'm sorry if I judged you. &lt;img alt="Happy Smileys" border="0" src="http://www.easyfreesmileys.com/smileys/lol-058.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;No acute cardiopulmonary disease. No radiographic evidence of active tuberculosis. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;--which means &lt;b&gt;I'm not sick&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;img alt="Indifferent Smileys" border="0" src="http://www.easyfreesmileys.com/smileys/free-party-smileys-773.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SrrOhHAie1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BA5gdeNvmfw/s1600-h/736594lxo9l48xo9.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SrrOhHAie1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BA5gdeNvmfw/s320/736594lxo9l48xo9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Previous Monday, I had pain on my right shoulder due to carrying heavy books for three weeks. I did not pay attention at first but I thought of what my professor told me, "&lt;i&gt;Which one would you choose: fractured shoulder or the stroller bag?&lt;/i&gt;" Silence then we smiled. Seriously, I'd rather have that lame stroller bag, which most of my classmates have it, than end up with an immobile shoulder. I was just thinking how much I teased people owning those back in high school and college that they look &lt;i&gt;funny-looking-kids-wanna-be.&lt;/i&gt; Haha. Now, I am going to be one, I guess, because &lt;b&gt;I WILL BUY A STROLLER BAG!&lt;/b&gt; Man, these books are surely heavier than me.&lt;img alt="MSN Smileys" border="0" src="http://www.easyfreesmileys.com/smileys/lol-049.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SrrOhHAie1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BA5gdeNvmfw/s1600-h/736594lxo9l48xo9.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SrrOhHAie1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BA5gdeNvmfw/s320/736594lxo9l48xo9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tuesday, this week, we had our first major exam for the hardest class. I spent more or less four hardcore days to prepare, read, and answer the study guides. I hope and pray to get an A grade. On the other hand, a passing grade is enough and accepted. This week and the upcoming ones will be hectic for studying, not to mention the individual and group projects due. Hay yay yaay.&lt;img alt="Happy Smileys" border="0" src="http://www.easyfreesmileys.com/smileys/free-confused-smileys-718.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574004950912187205-6132907478804229515?l=scarletduchess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/feeds/6132907478804229515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/09/effective-thinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/6132907478804229515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/6132907478804229515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/09/effective-thinking.html' title='Effective Thinking, I think'/><author><name>scarletduchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305041930201333194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SlKmmrpST0I/AAAAAAAAABw/9BvK8ElbzR4/S220/105_2138.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/f0vr7s_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574004950912187205.post-8619139749304618231</id><published>2009-07-10T12:48:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:16:03.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A Quick Lam</title><content type='html'>After my class, my friend and I, went to several place to complete all the necessary requirements that I need to get a clearance for the nursing program. I went to a car wash because my car looks like driven in a mud hell after the rain.  Then looking at the gas level, it's almost empty, so I went to a gas station. We decided to eat at Mcdonalds but there are lot of cars so we ended up eating at Whataburger, serving good foods too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop. &lt;b&gt;Alcohol and Drug Screening Test.&lt;/b&gt; There's this hunk guy who assisted me.  So I was a little bit shy to give a canister full of my urine to him.  Anyway, this place is different from other places I've been before for urine test. They disabled the faucet, and there's no paper towel on the wall; just the bowl and a tissue to wipe your tooot &lt;img alt="ihikhik" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/71.gif" title="ihikhik" /&gt;.  You don't want to flush the toilet because the test will be invalid. I won't exactly tell you what steps I did inside but it's kinda neat. Haha. I was nervous when I saw my pee, very yellow!  So I went outside and found him standing and I told him, "I think I drank too much tea!" We just LOLed.  (that's because I remember I didn't drink water before that)That was nervewrecking. For real! Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Barkada Joyride. &lt;/b&gt;Later that afternoon, I went out with my friends and my parents don't know about this. We drove in one car and the girls got the back seat. We're very vain, what would you expect when girls get together, right?. &lt;a href="http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/smileys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=excited.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/smileys/excited.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Going to a place an hour away from our city just to buy a fish pet is crazy. Kuya, my friend, celebrated his birthday and I haven't bought him his request gift. Right there and then I bought the $35 fish. At first thought, wow it's like a stone fish; it doesn't move at all. But when the guy started catching him, the fish is giving us a very bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed height="150" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/100_8264.flv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" wmode="transparent" /&gt;     &lt;embed height="150" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/100_8265.flv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/6212_1155880786878_1523460079_39186.png" /&gt;There are other things happened there, like my other friend scared me from my back. I thought it was an aggressive dog! haha. Then there's this African cat, WILD cat, the man said. So I dared myself to touch the tail but my fear caught me and so I didn't bother coz that cat is giving me that sharp look. Meow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that done, we went to the mall. I've never been to that mall and it's quite empty--a very sad place. It's a big mall, bigger than the mall we have at our place. Girls hang out was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever21&lt;/span&gt;. We never really bought something instead we took pictures on the accessories corner. I think we've made scenes there because of all the flashes, people were looking. Whew. When everyone was starving, we decided to eat at the food court. Usually they don't give free taste right? But those guys who served us, let us try some of their menu. Then uh-oh my dad called asking me where I'm at then I started getting nervous then I started lying that I'm with a study group. LOL. who would be in a study group on the first day of class? Haha. Then I was bombarded with different questions and I was thinking of intellegent answers. I sighed when I hanged up, then my friends told me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di bagay sayo mong magsinungaling&lt;/span&gt;." Then I felt the guilt talaga.  I don't really like when I lie to my parents. Worst, I don't like it when I lie to everybody. That's the way I was brought up but there are times that I have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; lie.  I know, it's still a lie  but yeah leave me alone. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/smileys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shocked.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/smileys/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh shoot, my ex came in. I must go. I'm at school by the way. &lt;a href="http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/smileys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=disappointed.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/smileys/disappointed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: Pictures are uploaded on my Facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="peace" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/67.gif" title="peace" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574004950912187205-8619139749304618231?l=scarletduchess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/feeds/8619139749304618231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-first-day-school-getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/8619139749304618231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/8619139749304618231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-first-day-school-getaway.html' title='A Quick Lam'/><author><name>scarletduchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305041930201333194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SlKmmrpST0I/AAAAAAAAABw/9BvK8ElbzR4/S220/105_2138.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/smileys/th_excited.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574004950912187205.post-6593321582286940703</id><published>2009-06-26T13:15:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:43:48.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mgee'/><title type='text'>Featured: It's GENIUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SocQY8Mxf4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/nSeuNG4uT9U/s1600-h/Untitled+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SocQY8Mxf4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/nSeuNG4uT9U/s320/Untitled+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370279101325213570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GENI&lt;/span&gt;us, get it? ohhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you have a friend, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOULD&lt;/span&gt; know their bio's right? Well, I'm clueless but still I regard this guy as my friend. ;]&lt;br /&gt;It's been 26 days since the first conversation we had at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ftalk Cbox&lt;/span&gt;. Recently, we argued on whether we started conversing the first or second day of June, as we have different time zones. First thing, boys, you don't debate with girls because we're the only one's who truly remember when it comes to anniversary dates, monthsary dates and especially friendship dates. Right girls? ;) So I'm featuring him in my blog just to surprise Mgee before the 1st month of friendship ticks.--(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Mgee, pretend you're surprised. AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Mgee│GengGeng│Gen│Pogii│Geni&lt;br /&gt;TomorrowIsNotForUs. LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/229321.jpg" style="border: 7px double rgb(227, 215, 189);" height="150" width="110" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an overview about this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GENIus&lt;/span&gt; guy, I'll give you short information that I compiled over the days we've chatted. So, ehem &lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/smileys/attention.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/MG1.jpg" style="border: 7px double rgb(227, 215, 189);" align="right" height="150" width="110" /&gt; 1.  His first name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Genesis&lt;/span&gt; ____. He told me he's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;. And now, he's telling me he's 19. Which is which? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. He's a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Senior&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I-D-K&lt;/span&gt;-what college. He's majoring in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BSCpE&lt;/span&gt;, am I right? We had a large discussion about this as I had a question what's its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;3.  He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;lives in Philippines&lt;/span&gt;; where exactly? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt;. Probably I should ask him.&lt;br /&gt;4. By the way, he's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the only child&lt;/span&gt;. He desires a little sister if given the chance. I presented myself to him. Then he told me he doesn't want a sister his age! Not even, I think&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he's older than me&lt;/span&gt;, ONE YEAR. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;5.  He's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vice-President&lt;/span&gt; of his club department and soon be acting-President on late months of '09. Congrats! Whoo! 'Em proud. :)&lt;br /&gt;6. He's good at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;designing shirts and stuff&lt;/span&gt;; I think any web designing--he's pro at that. He showed me some of his works but he gives rants on how ugly it is when printed on the shirt. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;7. He's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coffee addict&lt;/span&gt; because he stays up so late to wait on movie downloads especially the movie "17 again" starring Zac Efron (because he likes him,shhh!) -- Kidding! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;8. This is totally random, but I think he &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;loves the Suggestions and Feedbacks in Ftalk&lt;/span&gt;. He wants to post really long ones so I guess he's suit there.&lt;br /&gt;9. He has 5 blogs, he said. 2 of those I know--blogs that he doesn't advertise until all are grammatically examined, i mean PURRfect. So you know, he's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfectionist &lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;10. He's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Pogi and Cute&lt;/span&gt;; Good and Angel; but he opposed it when I told him I'm torn thinking if he's Bad or Evil. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others:&lt;br /&gt;11.  This I sort of seen in the forum that he dated a stranger once at the mall. You read it right. So if you want a date, nag him and don't worry he'll pay for it because he said he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a gentleman&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;12. He's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; very smar&lt;/span&gt;t in a way you don't understand the essence of his point along the way, SOMETIMES. Like calculating the percentages of *something without any valid test, just his mind. You see how weird and nerdy that is. LOL. But really, he's a smart guy -- AGREE.&lt;br /&gt;13. He's also very good at telling me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wait"&lt;/span&gt; often when we're chatting like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mgee: "w8 lang ha&lt;br /&gt;Me:      bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Mgee:  "eh.. blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Me:      ah okk&lt;br /&gt;Mgee:   "hehe&lt;br /&gt;              teka lang&lt;br /&gt;   w8"&lt;/blockquote&gt;A day won't pass without seeing that word in chat; I think because it's stuck on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knows how to respond&lt;/span&gt;. Something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt; If you have a friend told you that you're boring, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mgee's response:&lt;/span&gt; Tell her "It's okay, I'm still cute." Then if she replies back, don't reply. -- This kind of advice. LOL. It keeps me laughing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Mgee is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;very thoughtful&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;loving friend&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know but he knows it when something wrong's with me. He uses emoticons to let me know what he feels, sometimes. One time, he used "hug" emoticon, flooded of those in YM or spammed, so you can't even see my replies between those megazillion of hug emoticons. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/Yow009100x100.jpg" style="border: 7px double rgb(227, 215, 189);" align="left" height="150" width="110" /&gt;He's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pasaway&lt;/span&gt;, prolly because I'm also acting as one. I don't remember any serious conversation we had. (Mgee, do we have one?) We always LOLed--Lolengs. We trip, we roll, and we own so much things. We played games and talk about things that serves as like "the highlight of my day." Yeah, that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some days, he's the reason I'm too happy. He's one of the people: who makes me happy: who takes away my boredom when I chill at home: who saves me from any worries I have, who cheers me up when I get bored or sad suddenly:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who... wala na, naubusan na ko&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. I'm looking forward to be his Best Friend. Now I remember we had one serious conversation. I've had guy best friends before but all of those failed. Some of those I had relationship with but it failed; some, we had the biggest tampuhan and we never got back. So I guess I suck here. I've lived all my life having girl bestfriends, so I guess that's the reason a guy can never be my best friend. But Mgee assured me &lt;a href="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/96-1.jpg"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I've found a friend in him. &lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/tongue.gif" /&gt; This is for you Mgeee! (uyy, kapitan mo ha &lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/excited.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574004950912187205-6593321582286940703?l=scarletduchess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/feeds/6593321582286940703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/06/featured-its-genius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/6593321582286940703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/6593321582286940703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/06/featured-its-genius.html' title='Featured: It&apos;s GENIUS!'/><author><name>scarletduchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305041930201333194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SlKmmrpST0I/AAAAAAAAABw/9BvK8ElbzR4/S220/105_2138.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SocQY8Mxf4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/nSeuNG4uT9U/s72-c/Untitled+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574004950912187205.post-6837533948141126123</id><published>2009-06-24T22:28:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:29:34.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's like the whole week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SocQf5qayLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Yru-VmlsvXA/s1600-h/Untitled+1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370279220903332018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SocQf5qayLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Yru-VmlsvXA/s320/Untitled+1.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 100px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 100px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/attention.gif" /&gt;This is not boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Sunday afternoon, you would not imagine how much agony I sustained from the villain  monsters: Mr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLDS&lt;/span&gt;t, Ms. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COUGH&lt;/span&gt;ling, Mr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BODY SORE&lt;/span&gt;ll, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FE&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VER&lt;/span&gt;t and Ms. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIZZY&lt;/span&gt;bog. I wondered why would they attack such innocent young lady here when all I did was to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleep early starting three days before the occurrence&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be a bacteriaphobic-ish&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be a stay-away-from-me-sick type of girl&lt;/span&gt;. Bad things happen to good people, as they say and thats what exactly happened. Until Tuesday, those Big Monsters are still fighting to victory and I'm like almost punched in and out, totally. &lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspected that these symptoms lead to only one diagnosis--(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h191 virus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ssshh&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/stressed.gif" /&gt; .  Internet search for symptoms were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;colds, cough, body ache, fever...and significant number of victims had vomiting and diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; out of 6. I startled and panicked at such information. I started thinking to whom I talked to or been with. So to stop freaking out, I called for a doctor's appointment. 2-5:00 PM is a walk-in, good. Unwell, I drove 20 minutes to the clinic with my sister, as she had the same symptoms. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very horrible coincidence just in case my derivation is right&lt;/span&gt;, I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the waiting room:&lt;/span&gt; we're like playing cool and all, laughing and criticizing people we see "different." &lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/lol.gif" /&gt;. I didn't start it. Haha. And we even took pictures. HA! Hey, what could we do for 2 hours and 10 minutes waiting right? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="130" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/doctors/105_7093.png" style="border: 7px double rgb(227, 215, 189);" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the time came, &lt;br /&gt;Doctor: So what do you feel? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Umm, I've been having colds, cough, headace, dizziness, slight fever, and body ache. &lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Ah, but have you vomited or experienced diarrhea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exactly, what I expected her to ask&lt;/span&gt;.) None of those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---ear check, mouth check, breathing check, nose check---&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doctor: So we'll draw a blood from you so we can check if you have a flu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Err&lt;/span&gt;) Take a blood? &lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/stressed.gif" /&gt;. Okaayyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proof&lt;/span&gt;, eh?&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/excited.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="gradualshine" height="150" onmouseout="slowlow(this)" onmouseover="slowhigh(this)" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/doctors/Image07036.png" style="border: 7px double rgb(227, 215, 189);" width="110" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="gradualshine" height="150" onmouseout="slowlow(this)" onmouseover="slowhigh(this)" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/doctors/105_7111.png" style="border: 7px double rgb(227, 215, 189);" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was the bold one who took the blood test because my sister is scared of needles. I'm a little more heroic about that. I took the courage to take it instead us two since we both have same sickness. We both did the flu test though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to the room &amp;amp; Waiting:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The doctor caught us playing cards.  She smiled; she thinks it's funny that we turned one of her rooms to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;casino&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. The moment of truth. Yeah oh, well. I actually did the cross-fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Based on the blood test, you... (she paused) -- (she knows how to suspense patients, huh)both of you don't have the flu--just a bacterial infection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yay. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did yayed&lt;/span&gt;) LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I was like, "Thanks for contaminating us, Jay (my bro). As he also had bacterial infection last week. And we're with him with the same doctor for his check-up. Hawa-Hawa lang kami. Errr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/doctors/divider1.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Next stop: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burger King &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My sister and I are hungry so we decided not to go home, yet. It's basically a reward for no-parents-at-doctor's-appointment. LOL. And of course, we took pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/doctors/105_7124.png" style="border: 7px double rgb(227, 215, 189);" width="120" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/doctors/105_7125.png" style="border: 7px double rgb(227, 215, 189);" width="120" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/doctors/105_7130.png" style="border: 7px double rgb(227, 215, 189);" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Okay, we find it weird, having transformers everywhere in the place. I remember, yeah, it's now showing--&lt;a href="http://www.transformersmovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b dir="ltr"&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . Maybe I could watch it for myself with some of my friends. Have you watched it? I really loved the first movie of Transformers, which I do not remember much now. &lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/disappointed.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we've discovered is that most of the time, people go to fastfood resto's only to use the restroom. We found it very rude but also funny. As soon as they walk in, they hurry directly to the Pee room and then come back out fast. Like the speed of light. Kidding. They're gone so fast probably to hide humiliation. &lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/lol.gif" /&gt; Then there was this couple, I think they're married. Why I know so? Because if they're not, then the guy should've opened the door for the girl. But no, he went in and left the door closed in front of the girl. I found that funny too. &lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/lol.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture before we left: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/doctors/105_7137.png" style="border: 7px double rgb(227, 215, 189);" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We're not that bored actually you know, we just had to find some silence within ourselves. Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/excited.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/doctors/divider1.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Man, are you bored or what? It's just that there are too many things that happened today. So when we got home, we picked up our Financier, our dad, to buy our prescribed medicines. Driving... dun du run dun. We went straight to the pharmacy inside the grocery store. We bought what we needed. It was so much fun. Our cart is so hilarious. My sister took the video while I pushed the cart. We were laughing the whole time and we caught others attention; some started laughing and some probably thought, "What the heck's wrong with these Asians?!" &lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/lol.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed height="207" src="http://s307.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/doctors/105_7139.flv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what's happening, well normally, the wheels in front are supposed to be aligned straight when pushed right? But ours was something like an embodied crazy spirit, wriggling by itself. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 30 minutes had passed. We went back to the pharmacy to get our meds. Whew. We had a problem on our birth dates. Well, we are all covered from our mom's medical insurance right. So she was the one who filled out all the necessary information about us. What we've found out is that, she put the wrong birth dates for me and my sister. Can you believe that? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="right" height="150" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/doctors/105_7142.png" style="border: 7px double rgb(227, 215, 189);" width="250" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is actually 04/13/1990. Then the pharmacist mispelled my name. Who's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azalian&lt;/span&gt; anyway? I'm Azaliah! I even saw her wrote my name, man. Something's wrong with people that day.&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn300/azaliah_03/tongue.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574004950912187205-6837533948141126123?l=scarletduchess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/feeds/6837533948141126123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-like-whole-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/6837533948141126123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/6837533948141126123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-like-whole-week.html' title='It&apos;s like the whole week'/><author><name>scarletduchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305041930201333194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SlKmmrpST0I/AAAAAAAAABw/9BvK8ElbzR4/S220/105_2138.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SocQf5qayLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Yru-VmlsvXA/s72-c/Untitled+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574004950912187205.post-329945780746047034</id><published>2009-06-16T19:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:57:54.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repugnance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>I am weak, but I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;I have been hiding for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I am honest, yet I lie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, but I'm still great.&lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes, but clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid, though I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I am foolish, but I am wise.&lt;br /&gt;I am paranoid, but I am clearheaded,&lt;br /&gt;These are the days to dread the dreaded.&lt;br /&gt;I am sweet, but I can be a witch.&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm intelligent, but I don't  believe;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only intelligent enough to deceive.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could borrow others eyes to judge me.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't altered much since I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;My temperament's never been considered very mild.&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted outside and inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'd do just about anything to be rested again.&lt;br /&gt;I've had many dreams, not many have come true.&lt;br /&gt;But the problem has been me not doing what I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get in my way if you dare, it won't matter&lt;br /&gt;I can bend you to my will, use you as I wish&lt;br /&gt;Then toss you aside and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Seriously, the last three lines are queer.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that idea to twist things up a little bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574004950912187205-329945780746047034?l=scarletduchess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/feeds/329945780746047034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/329945780746047034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574004950912187205/posts/default/329945780746047034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletduchess.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>scarletduchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305041930201333194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhUF-MSzQs/SlKmmrpST0I/AAAAAAAAABw/9BvK8ElbzR4/S220/105_2138.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
