<?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-21533399</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:54:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MakeBelieve</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-116261442789549285</id><published>2006-11-04T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:27:07.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;All my bags are packed.Im ready to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im moving!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mypersonal-legend.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mypersonal-legend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click the link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye The MakeBelieve!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-116261442789549285?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116261442789549285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=116261442789549285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116261442789549285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116261442789549285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-my-bags-are-packed.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-116187014640866890</id><published>2006-10-26T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:42:27.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is official. I am on a &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;blog leave&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its sembreak, im spending my spare time hogging the computer, absorbing Photoshop and drooling over these very complicated codes-- all of these for the sake of my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May gulay, who knew this could be so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im expecting my super powers to come out anytime and help me get over this layout fiasco, but somehow, my super powers are disappointing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powers? Where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... I have so much to tell you. But i am sadly holding my tongue and saving the details for my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta&lt;/em&gt;, so much happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of my best days this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i am going through a transformation. I am &lt;em&gt;slow by slow&lt;/em&gt; wlaking toward Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just talk about everything when i get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i have a contest tomorrow. Pray for moi.  Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-116187014640866890?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116187014640866890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=116187014640866890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116187014640866890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116187014640866890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-is-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-116139634642877167</id><published>2006-10-21T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T10:05:46.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cant post today or tomorrow or the next day after tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;or the next day after that. I am currently building my new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I think im going to barf with all these HTML shizz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But im not in a blog leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or maybe i am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-116139634642877167?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116139634642877167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=116139634642877167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116139634642877167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116139634642877167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-post-today-or-tomorrow-or-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-116116609434480712</id><published>2006-10-18T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T18:08:15.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those&lt;/em&gt; feelings sparking again&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Im listening to The Scientist by Coldplay..haay..im teary-eyed.i feel that way when i listen to their songs.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things to tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I am really happy of what Nadine said on her message on my cbox. I have read it just now and I am smiling, feeling happy of myself. According to her, I am growing up and my entries are more sensible. Wow. The greatest message left on my cbox yet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I agree with her. I have &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[heeeheee]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blossomed&lt;/span&gt;. This year is what I call my golden year. The rosebud has turned into a full-grown fragrant rose. Well in my case, not that full-grown but i am in the process. Day by day, i discover something new in myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had a talk with a guy friend this afternoon. He has been my classmate since first year. It happened that we talked about myself then and now. He said that i used to be unexplainably complicated and immature. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Okay, not those exact words but close to them] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What he said brought back memories of who i used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i was in first year&lt;/strong&gt;, i was like a barbaric nomad. I have just graduated from grade school &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[which my life there was hell] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i had no real friends at that time. I had no personality and my eyebrows were really bushy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[im so happy i considered plucking!]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was a confused fish out of water. Then i met these group of girls whom i thought were my friends. Yes, they were my friends but they turned me into a barbarian. Why? I became a foul-mouthed insecure wannabe when i was tailing them around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, i feel guilty. They  were good friends but i guess, they are not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; modest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What a shame. I was once one of them. I was influenced by there unlikely culture and lifestyle. Shame..shame..shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then my second year in high school came&lt;/strong&gt;. My barbaric friends and i were separated because we were in different sections. I thought that it was the end of the world at that time. Why? Because there is a myth that when your friends are in different sections, your friend&lt;em&gt;ship&lt;/em&gt; will sort of loose track of the right direction and eventually sink.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; [I know, really immature and innocent]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;But I figured out that i was not happy in their company. So i decided to make friends whom will influence me for the good. Fate favored me and i met my current friends because of a class grouping. These people are familiar to me since we were schoolmates since grade school. But as i have said, my life in grade school was hell so i didnt have the chance to socialize &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[as if i knew how to socialize when i was in grade school. I was a people-pleaser.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, so you know what happened next. I met friends who are really &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;. We were similar and different but in good ways. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the first time in my melancholic life, i felt secure and happy with my  friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They changed me&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay okay..some things did too but they made a great impact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And i am so happy that i have met them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, it seems an entry supposed to be all about my transistion from past to present became a friendship post. Heehee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess something or someone prompted me to contemplate on my social life now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haay..buhaayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now that i am in my third year in high school, i am better..and will be doing better..than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gees.. i am so cheesy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;[im watching &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Devil wears Prada&lt;/span&gt; right now. Lets see if its a little better than the book.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-116116609434480712?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116116609434480712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=116116609434480712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116116609434480712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116116609434480712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/those-feelings-sparking-again-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-116099858464734716</id><published>2006-10-16T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:36:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I always get away with things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[currently drinking Welch's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;grape&lt;/span&gt; juice]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes.. I do, i do. I woke up at 7.35 this morning and classes start at 7:15. I was really panicking. I thought of missing school but we have this very important event so i made up my mind to go to school and kept my fingers crossed that i can make my way through my magic. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[bwahahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, i got to school at 8!! I came almost one hour late. But, as i have said, my magic always works. I dont know, maybe i turn invisible or something.They did not notice moi. Haaay... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tantananan-tanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;SUPER CHARING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;important event was our annual SCORES or Students Congress of Recollects School. It is an inter-school &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[or in our case, inter-recollect-school] &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;literary musical&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;competition. Our school is the host for this year. Some of the students will also be hosts to the delegates from other recollect schools. They will provide house and lodging to them. I know, it sounds really exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But i did not host. Its tiring and i have to socialize. I had enough of that. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I was their tour guide though. The main reason why i wanted to tour them around campus is because i want to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ahhemm] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;see some cuties. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But i realized that it was not right&lt;/span&gt;. I am not a flirt or anything so i just felt really stupid doing that. Stupid things stupid people do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And btw, i was really looking forward for this SCORES. I thought that something enchanting and magical will happen to me just like what happened to me when Bacolod City hosted the football category of SEAGAMES. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[its a looong story]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But i guess those magical events in our life happen only once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;About the SEAGAMES, its a loong story. But to summarize it, I &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[together with my few other crazy friends]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went to Robinsons in a bus full of Thai football players&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;All guys&lt;/strong&gt;. There were only 3 girls including me. How nice.. and dangerous.&lt;/blockqoute&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This SCORES thing will last for a week. I will just wait for that magical moment. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[heeheee]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;thanks for the pipz who dropped by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-116099858464734716?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116099858464734716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=116099858464734716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116099858464734716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116099858464734716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-always-get-away-with-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-116079364288377569</id><published>2006-10-14T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T10:40:42.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Defining cheapness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I forgot to tell you this little something that happened to me yesterday. Its not really that interesting. I just thought of making a post out of it because i cant think of anything right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was at National Bookstore yesterday. I was drooling over their very very tempting books. I was eyeing a novel about an abused little boy whose mother considers him a slave so he was sent for adoption but things are still pretty messed up. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[I forgot the title..hehe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I saw my cousin outside the bookstore. I said hi and he said hello. Then he introduced me to his so-called manager. My cousin has a twin and they model for...i dont know. Basta they have modeling stints here in Bacolod City. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at his manager which happen to be a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ehem]&lt;/span&gt; bakla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[or she?] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;told me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"oh hija, why dont you join Miss Teen Calendar?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i was like wtf?? Miss Teen Calendar? Uh..knock knock? Cheapness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course i refused and i made lame excuses like I am so busy or i have something else to do &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[im so disappointed because normally, i make really believable excuses]&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He thought for a while and suspiciously said that our exams are over so why am i still busy. Well, excuse me mister, I have alot of things to pay attention to than just walking stupidly on stage wearing a cheap pageant dress and faking a smile!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i didnt tell him that. He continued saying that "I will join you in December, o diba?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now i was forced to fake a smile. I kept my manners and politeness and just said i will think about it &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[but of course i wont.Why waste brain cells?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then i walked away. People like them are... never mind. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[i promised not put profanity here on my blog]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gosh, beauty pageants like those are so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chipipay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; [omg! Im using gay lingo]&lt;/span&gt;. I dont want to join not because i cant do it, but because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont want to look cheap...and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My common perception for people joining those kind of beauty contests are deperate. Desperate for attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to choose whether to join a local beauty pageant, or a scary Math Olympiad, i will definitely go for the Math thing, even though im bad in Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO you see, becasue of this post, I am making a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I prefer brains, than beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[But its always good to have both..bwahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-116079364288377569?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116079364288377569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=116079364288377569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116079364288377569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116079364288377569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/defining-cheapness-i-forgot-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-116074567385924342</id><published>2006-10-13T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T09:52:57.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change for the better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently changing my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/pinkeroo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;friendster profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My sister Abby sent me a message that I should better change my profile, which will reflect who I really am and not who I want people to think of me. She noted that I am Gods princess. I guess she told me that because I used to think that I am a true American in a Filipino body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it does sound bad and discriminating but I don’t mean it that way. I am proud to be Pinay but I just strangely love things that are of American like movies, music and books. I am not saying that things of Filipino are bad or whatever that comes into your mind. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are talented and world-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;class.&lt;/span&gt; But some people just have different tastes and happen to be opinionated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that include me. I am just making it all crystal clear. Alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I have learned a lesson. Be contented and happy of who you are and what you are. I am a Filipino with a fetish for international chuvaness. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[heeshees]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I am going to tell you what happened today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The public and private schools in Bacolod City are annually having an inter-school competition. Our school hosted the Dancefest for this year. Dance groups from different schools compete for the pop dance category and there is also a dancesport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, we watched with the entrance fee of 30 pesos. I was at first reluctant to watch because I am so kuripot and 30 pesos sounds like 300 pesos for me. But I ended up watching the thing because my sister, &lt;a href="http://babydrea04.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , will dance. So you know, sisterhood support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay. Some schools just didnt get what pop dance should really mean. There was a group that was just confused. While they were performing, I thought I was in a strip club &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[!!!]&lt;/span&gt;. Their costume was... Haay... basta, the their costume is every mans dream &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[bwahahaha]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a theory:&lt;/strong&gt; If you are number 1 in a competition where there are more than 5 participants, chances are &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[so sorry]&lt;/span&gt; you will end up losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was 11 participants and my sisters group &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[which was our schools group]&lt;/span&gt; was number 1. So, my theory was right. They didnt bring home the bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, they were all saying that the judging was unfair and blah blah blah.. Sore looser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. No comment. Maybe one of them will read my blog. I f that happens, ill be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my post is really boring. It is so self-centered. I will try to post a nice entry tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-116074567385924342?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116074567385924342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=116074567385924342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116074567385924342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116074567385924342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/change-for-better-i-am-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-116055282607112948</id><published>2006-10-11T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:47:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yees..yees..I am back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the cold,stupid,sarcastic post I have just made. I was just really tired that I felt like my brain shrunk. Bwahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I said were true. I am dead tired. I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am happy at this moment. My smile is as big as &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;. As in. I am currently loading the brushes I have just downloaded from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pootato.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.pootato.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and they are WOW. Super duper ganda.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[tagalog oh..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning how to use Photoshop because I really do want to make my own blog layouts. My current layout is really simple &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/span&gt; I have just started decoding it. But once I master Photoshop, you guys just&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;watch out&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Bwahahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I bloghop, I feel bad because man, their blogs look fantabuloso. People who can make blog layouts like the ones at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.blogskins.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are for me &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ehem]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;geniuses&lt;/span&gt;. It does not take a million years for me to learn something new. I am a fast learner &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[hehe]&lt;/span&gt; but somehow, I am like dumb and dumber when it comes to Photoshop. Ppfff..i want to work it like pro. But I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;..All I need is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now lets talk about the friggin exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what can I say? The word examination means torture to every student. Just hearing it already makes your heart skip a beat. * rolling eyes *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an anti-exam-girl. Well.. okay.. a little. But I just dont like exams because of how it turns you into a caffeine-addict-pimple-faced-freak.I am not over-exaggerating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have zits on my face right now because i study and stay up as late as 1 in the morning. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Alleluia for Panoxyl, my shweetheart]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Man, i am so ranting right now. But thats the point of blogging right? So here is my list of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the things i hate about exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exams keep me away from my dearest blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     2. I have to spend money for my photocopies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     3. I have to bring all my books home from my school locker. All 10 books. And i end up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;looking like i am a refugee having books as my clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     4. I have to expand my memorizing powers to the highest limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     5. After memorizing, I forget everything the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     6. I have to pay all my balances to get a permit. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[not necessarily me..my mother actually]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     7. I have to say no to the temptations of watching TV and blogging. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[which i am not particularly good at]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. I have to deal with pimples for staying up late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     9. Exams turn me into a control freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   10. Exams make me grumpy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   11. I develop a panic disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   12. I have to cope up with the time limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   13. I have to study and learn things which are not really revelant in the near future. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[like drafting]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   14. I have to apply time management. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[im very bad at this]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15. I have to make guesses and decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   16. Block outs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   17. I cant take a bath. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[When i am really busy, i dont take a bath.Bwahahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18. Cramming. &gt;:C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   19.  I cant have my siesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   20. Exams just devour all my super powers. 8-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also wanted to make a list of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What i like about exams&lt;/span&gt; but i just cant think of any. Although i have a tip for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Study on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to study on my bed but the softness of it makes want to sleep. So i decided to move to the floor. And its effective.Try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So now let me ask you, what do you hate and love about exams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you for all who left messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-116055282607112948?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116055282607112948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=116055282607112948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116055282607112948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116055282607112948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/yees.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-116054813521608738</id><published>2006-10-11T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T14:28:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murder&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Our periodic exams were like murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tired eyes, tired soul, i am blogging. I missed this world. I missed my life online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had 4 hours of sleep in the past three days and i should be sleeping right now.Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;But here i am. Absorbing the radiation of my monitor and indulging myself to the sound of the keyboard keys. And i am happy. Ecstatic.  Why should i bother sleeping if i cant sleep. Im having insomnia or what you call it. I just lay there, twisting back and forth, left and right, imagining things.But i just coud not sleep. I tried counting my sheeps. It didnt work. Why? Because i am just pathetically abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound tired am i? Yeah..with the looks of it, this post is empty, senseless and worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 minutes of thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. Im out. Ill be back when im fully charged.  &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-116054813521608738?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116054813521608738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=116054813521608738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116054813521608738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/116054813521608738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/murder.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115979032294902458</id><published>2006-10-02T19:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:58:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before anything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sophie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*finally reposted with corrections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 443px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="375" alt="the birthday girl,Sophie [center], along with moi and Nadine.Three fierce goddesses.hehehe" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2pq71c8.jpg" width="443" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[mouse over picture for caption..the picture is blurry..pardon me.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, youre turning sixteen and I am still 14?? Isnt that weird? So now im calling you lola.. Hafi bertdey lola!! Mwahaha..Shmayl!! Thank you for being my support system and for all the cream-o's you have given to me. I wish you all the goodnees this life could offer.Labyu!! Godpseed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side comment from the blogger herself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Tired from a hard day of studying, I came home restlessly with the plan of doing my homework and sleeping early. But, I have to say, it is indeed a wonderful life. When I went inside our house, I was greeted with * drumroll * a tupperware of lechon!!!! But not only the usual meat or whatever you call it.. There was also a smaller tupperware of crispy lechon skin..Woohoo.!! I dont know where the heck it came from.. but one thing is certain, someones turning into a pig.Bwahahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another side comment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Im taking a break from the bloggingworld.I wont be blogging for the next two weeks because our second grading examinations are coming up. So this post will be long.Probably the longest post I have ever made. Enjoy it. Au revoir!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I will post new features every month here in my blog. But due to circumstances, I wasnt able to. I said three things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I will feature something or someone I love at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I will post the lyrics and the video of the song stuck on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I will tell something juicy or new about myself every 30th of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to do the second because it didnt require me to think.Hehehe.. I was just really tired to think.But now, my brain cells are fully charged &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[blame it to the lechon]&lt;/span&gt; and I am ready to unleash my super powers... Read on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115979032294902458?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115979032294902458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115979032294902458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115979032294902458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115979032294902458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/before-anything-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.tinypic.com/2pq71c8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115978811621384736</id><published>2006-10-02T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:10:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* FEATURE OF THE MONTH *&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reposted with corrections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLDPLAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 140px" height="125" alt="THE Coldplay" src="http://www.picfury.com/1q/00bea880-2-th.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to tune in to MTV, you cant help but notice the new videos from new artists they play. Well some you cant notice because they are not that great to be noticed but you know...you get the picture right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a fact,with the advent of so many bands these days, its really hard to decide which song to listen or which group to idolize. Lets see, just to name new bands both foreign and local, there is the ClickFive,Spongecola, Callalily, Pupil,Itchyworms and the oh-so-not-interesting Cueshe &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Bwahahaha..&lt;strong&gt;read&lt;/strong&gt;:its just my opinion]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh...but not only bands, solo artists too. On the list are Rihanna, Cassie, whats-her-name and the list goes on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite these new bands and artists, no one &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[and i mean NO ONE] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;could ever replace that extraordinary, exceptional Bristish band permanently marked on my heart. Do i need to say it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will spark some arguments and violent reactions if i say that they are the best band, so let me rephrase it and say they are ONE of the best bands in the world. I could listen to their songs all day and i wouldnt even get tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a quick history of how i first met Coldplay and how i fell inlove to the beauty of their music&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.[So cheesy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I first heard them when i was watching The OC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[yes..this teeny bopper thing was my favorite before] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was their season finale and people were punching each other,dying..the drama was very heavy. I was very absorbed in the episode. When one of the characters drowned in the pool, this very melancholic song played as their BG music. It was very solemn yet the song was kind of a rock/pop song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was suck on my head.Yet i didnt know wat song was that or who sang it. At that time, i was very ignorant with the music industry. At that time, coldplay was just a word to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as destiny would find its way to let a fat kid find that jar of cookie, destiny made Coldplay and i meet once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just downloaded BearShare and i was searching for songs to download. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Everyone knows what it is right? But to the clueless, it is a program that allows you to download MP3's from the web.]&lt;/span&gt; I typed in: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Songs from The OC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After a few seconds, it displayed hundreds of songs which the TV show used as their BG music. There were &lt;em&gt;hundreds&lt;/em&gt;. I randomly clicked the song i thought was nice.. and guess what? I &lt;em&gt;magically&lt;/em&gt; clicked &lt;em&gt;that Coldplay song&lt;/em&gt;. It was entitled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fix you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i just thought what a nice title so i clicked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After downloading them, i burned the songs to my cd and listened to them that night. I listened to &lt;em&gt;that Coldplay song&lt;/em&gt;..I listened hard to the lyrics. And it was love at first sight.. or in my case love at first hearing &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[is the grammar right? i cant find the right word]&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its really weird but starting from that day, i could constantly hear the band Coldplay being mentioned on TV or get to watch their videos. Its like after discovering them, MYX suddenly played their videos more often.Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I sound really cheesy throughout this whole post, and to sound even cheesier, i cried when i heard &lt;em&gt;that Coldplay song&lt;/em&gt;. Man, just listen to the song Fix you. It is really nice. And i was feeling really emotional that time because it was the first time that i got a line of 7 grade.. so i guess that added to the factors that made me cry.. Haay buhaaay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are so many reasons why i love Coldplay but i believe the most important thing is because of that special ingredient they add to their songs that just make my heart skip a beat and makes my mind just take a break from everything whenever i hear their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOhhh..i just love them.. Here are some websites dedicated to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="official website" href="http://www.coldplay.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.coldplay.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="best fansite" href="http://www.coldplaying.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.coldplaying.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/21533399-115978811621384736?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115978811621384736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115978811621384736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115978811621384736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115978811621384736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/feature-of-month-reposted-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115970049315875605</id><published>2006-10-01T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:06:37.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 1st of October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;For some reason, i celebrate whenever the first day of every month comes. It is like a new beginning to a 30 or so days of journey.Bwahahaha... Im so corny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, it is the month of the Holy Rosary. Our school will be praying the rosary every single day. Im excited. Its nice to think that youll be praying everyday for a whole month. Its the least thing you could do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am so speechless right now.. So i decided to just post here a survey from &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;www.bzoink.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love taking surveys because i dont take them seriously.Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But seriously, it is like a moment to take a break and reexamine yourself. It makes you wanna say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"oh yeahh.. right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway enjoy it. &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 504px; HEIGHT: 1478px"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;All about u = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;BASICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Name?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charisse Bayona &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Job?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;teenager..uh..is that a job? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best friend?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luigi and Nadine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bf/Gf?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nope..dont have one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nice or Naughty?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Naughty :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clean or messy?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clean!!Definitely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heat or cold?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love or money?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Punk or Preppy?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;preppy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abercrombie or Hollister?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;neither... i prefer Chanel or Versace..bwahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;WHAT U LIKE IN OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hair color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Height?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm.. maybe around 5'8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan/pale?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looks/personality?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;witty,funny and into music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Older/younger?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;same age as mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have you ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gotten drunk?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah..with coke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smoked?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;euw.i hate even just the smell of cigarette. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lied to a friend?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes..*guilty look* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been dumped?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NO..how could i be dumped.never had a boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dumped someone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been in love?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no...crush crush lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drunk phone called someone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nope.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kissed just a friend?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah..on the cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had someone creepily into you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uhh..many times..bwahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lived just for that moment?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what do you mean?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Considered a future with someone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes..with Harry Potter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thought you were better then someone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yup yup yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made someone cry?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess so.made someone cry because of laughing too hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been at a party where the cops were came?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im not into parties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kissed in the rain?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in my dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The nicest thing you've done for someone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;allowed Luigi to copy my homework..hehehehe..joke..i cant remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The meanest thing you've done to someone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;backstabbed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The dumbest thing you've done?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;joined this contest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The craziest thing you've done?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i always do crazy things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;WOULD YOU EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Give 100% of yourself to someone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maybe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shave your head?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes..that would be fun..then i'll buy a fancy wig of blonde hair with purples streaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a threesome?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thats disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be a hooker?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i think im going to puke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kiss a member of the same sex?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;double euw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forgive an enemy?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes..always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;END ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Words u live by?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am the master of my fate.I am the captain of my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" 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Grabe.. I almost had a nervous break down before posting this post. I signed in to blogger and when the page loaded to my dashboard, the blog displayed was different. It was an empty blog with no posts. My eyes grew wide. Questions rushed into my mind. Did someone hack my blog and deleted all my posts? I looked at the username area and it showed the username I typed while I signed in. It turned out, the username I typed in was different. I typed in my username in friendster. The blog displayed was actually the one I experimented.. Hahahahaha... What a fiasco.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish Granted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friends keep on bugging me that they dont have a single exposure here on my blog. So ladies and gents, I am granting your wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is probably our best group picture&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[well duh.I directed it.Bwahahaha]&lt;/span&gt; We were having our PE class at our football field. It was March of this year and the end of the school year was nearing.When it is almost end of the school year, we hardly have serious classes. Oftentimes, we just talk and bum around. So that was the situation that day. Our PE teacher was making chikka with our other classmates and my friends and I had nothing to do. But as we all know, if there is a camera phone lying around, there is always something to do. So I grabbed the phone of Sophie &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[the one with the pussycat]&lt;/span&gt; and told them to look up to the sky as if Prince William was there or whatever. But somehow, things messed up &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[some apparently did not follow my directions. Ahemm...]&lt;/span&gt; But im glad that this picture messed up because we all look happy and the picture does not look scripted..Haay.. just missing the good old days..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 458px; HEIGHT: 417px" height="1023" alt="young Filipinos dreaming and aspiring together..from left--arah,brian,camille,jelyn,francis,ynah,luigi,moi,nadine and sophie." src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2ugf32b.jpg" width="919" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woohooo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally replaced those boring smilies in my funky cbox. Those smilies were just lousy. Im sorry &lt;a href="http://cbox.ws"&gt;cbox.ws&lt;/a&gt; , but you have to know the truth. I suggest you make cuter and more lively smilies for your cboxes. I got my new smilies from &lt;a href="http://www.bouncy-bubbles.net/"&gt;http://www.bouncy-bubbles.net/&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[I love that website]&lt;/span&gt; Go ahead…post something on my cbox and use my smilies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115953445584162469?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115953445584162469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115953445584162469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115953445584162469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115953445584162469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/2ugf32b_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115935280564637089</id><published>2006-09-27T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T18:28:13.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Tantananan-tanan*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Featuring&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;City of Devils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; --&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yellowcardrock.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The song currently stuck on my head. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[or shall i say LSS] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have placed the video too so you can sing along. &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5quj0IEMvTI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;City Of Devils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yellowcard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man once sang to me, look at you saving the world on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder how things are gonna be&lt;br /&gt;cause the time here it passes so slow&lt;br /&gt;In the city of devils we live&lt;br /&gt;A city of devils we live &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Find somebody to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy you gotta love someone more than yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the fire of the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;And its hard to find angels in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Flying along&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I dont belong&lt;br /&gt;And I cant tell right from the wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why have I been here so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a city of devils we live&lt;br /&gt;A city of devils we live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions I cant seem to find&lt;br /&gt;To the answers I already have&lt;br /&gt;And you cant see the sky here at night&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I cant make my way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying along&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And I cant tell right from the wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why have I been here so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I wanted you here right now&lt;br /&gt;Would you fall in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Burn me down&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted you here right now&lt;br /&gt;Would you fall in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Burn me down&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted you here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a city of devils we live&lt;br /&gt;In a city of devils we live&lt;br /&gt;A city of devils we live&lt;br /&gt;In a city of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying along&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And I cant tell right from the wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why have I been here so long&lt;br /&gt;I dont belong&lt;br /&gt;Dont belong&lt;br /&gt;I've been here too long&lt;br /&gt;too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115935280564637089?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115935280564637089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115935280564637089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115935280564637089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115935280564637089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/tantananan-tanan-featuring-city-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115926620723775526</id><published>2006-09-26T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:23:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I blog in English?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two reasons behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I am more comfortable&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; [and happier]&lt;/span&gt; in blogging in English than in Filipino. Actually, not just in blogging.  I prefer English in writing, speaking and reading. The Filipino language is great and all but I cant fully express myself in Filipino. I could not always find the right word since I feel like there is a limitation in its vocabulary. In English, the possibilities are endless. Besides, I am more into American thingies than in Filipino. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I prefer American TV, American movies, American fashion, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[some]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;American music&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Oh no!! Does this mean I betray the Philippines or what?]&lt;/span&gt; But of course, when it comes to values, I am a Filipina. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;I am from Bacolod City. So blogging in my local language &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[which is what most bloggers do]&lt;/span&gt; would be worthless because not all people could understand &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hiligaynon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why, ladies and gentlemen, I blog in English. I wanted to stress out the statement in color blue but i guess i will just save it for another day.Anyway, remember what I said about posting new stuff and features here every month? Well ill try to  post one today. Im keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115926620723775526?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115926620723775526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115926620723775526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115926620723775526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115926620723775526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-do-i-blog-in-english-there-are-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115907760646839006</id><published>2006-09-24T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T14:00:06.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 504px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="398" alt="i dont know what i'd do.I couldn't go one day without you.You are like water to me" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2znxz84.jpg" width="543" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of myself was taken when it was summer of this year. I just sat there in the seaside and my sister clicked the camera and voila... a very very dramatic picture. I dont know what was i thinking when i posed but i really look melancholic. As if i lost someone or i am heartbroken or something.So nice. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Mouse over the picture for caption.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im planning to write a story out of this picture.Hmm.. Ill post it here when its done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115907760646839006?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115907760646839006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115907760646839006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115907760646839006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115907760646839006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-favorite-picture-this-picture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/2znxz84_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115901165365940974</id><published>2006-09-23T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:40:14.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absorbing the details&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*reposted with corrections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carefully examined my blog. Every inch I analyzed. I came up with my conclusion:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; it looks very banal&lt;/span&gt;. Very ordinary. And I do not like it. So I made a list of what I have to do to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;On the layout&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with my layout. Although its really simple, I still lurve it. It is original, unique and has a personal touch since I made it. I used to depend on &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;www.blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt; for layouts. But I realized that there are also hundreds of bloggers using the same layout I use. How can one make an identity with that? So I decided to buy Adobe Photoshop and make a layout myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make a few changes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Change my main picture. Im not going to totally change it. Ill just edit it a little and replace a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;Change my profile picture. I dont really look pretty in my current profile pic.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;Organize my links. The links area is a total mess. I have to update it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;On the entries&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since February&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; [I started blogging on February]&lt;/span&gt; I have made a total of 65 posts. I have read them and im not quite happy. They are all... rants.Well I know that a blog is a place for ranting but too much ranting is redundant. Makes you look like a complainer.Once in a while, the blogger should post something pleasing to the senses. So here is what ill do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;Every month, ill feature something I love at the moment. It could be a book, a movie, a band or even a brand of underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;Every month, ill post the lyrics of the song currently stuck on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;On the 30th of every month, ill post something about myself. A secret perhaps. Or anything you guys still don’t know about me. [its gonna be juicy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;Post more pictures. I really want to post so many pictures here but the problem is my internet connection is giving me a hard time. Its very slow. And I dont like to wait. So I guess if you want pictures just visit my multiply at the links area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not promises. These things are subjects to change without prior notice. I may not be able to post them if I am really busy. But ill try my best to post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115901165365940974?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115901165365940974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115901165365940974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115901165365940974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115901165365940974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/absorbing-details-reposted-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115901008362497516</id><published>2006-09-23T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:26:26.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;How sad, how sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my phone was unli and it will expire also at 11 today. Im not really a text addict kind of person &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[it was my first time na magpaunli since summer]&lt;/span&gt; but I was really happy at the thought if texting all day &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[it is a good exercise for my fat thumb]&lt;/span&gt;. My battery was low but I didnt bother to charge since I had the whole day today to charge. I was also planning to websurf and be a blogfreak today. So as you can see, I carefully planned out what I will do on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I woke up this morning, it was *drumroll* &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;blackout&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[but I didnt since I will report the Gettysburg Address on Monday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my phone and decided to make the best out of this mess and just text.  I was able to send a message or two but after a few minutes * drumroll * &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my battery was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;. I slumped myself on my bed and threw my pillows here and there &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[as if I was having a pillow fight with myself]&lt;/span&gt;. I was angry, thinking how exceptionally sad my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, some electricians were fixing a busted electric wire or something and it affected our neighborhood. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They said the lights will be back at 5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[!!!!]&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole morning, I was alone in our house with no electricity, an unlimited cellphone with an empty battery and a fridge full of leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. Enough of the sarcasm. Im done with that.&lt;br /&gt;Ill post another entry after this one.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115901008362497516?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115901008362497516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115901008362497516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115901008362497516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115901008362497516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-sad-how-sad-last-night-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115866267850705536</id><published>2006-09-19T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:44:38.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worthwhile Lessons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson no. 1  Always know your teachers name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first day of school, our new set of teachers was introduced. We had a lot of new teachers since five veteran teachers retired the previous school year. Okay, so when our Chemistry teacher introduced herself, I wrote down her name on the first page of my Chem notebook. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[I wrote down what I thought I heard]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on calling her the name I wrote down on my notebook since June. I called her by that name when I ask her questions, when I meet her around school campus or whenever I talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During exams, I write that name &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[which I thought was her name]&lt;/span&gt; on the teacher’s name section on our answer book. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[we call it a blue book]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a few hours ago, I made a startling discovery. That name is not her name. I added an A. Yes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I called my Chemistry teacher the wrong name for four months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. What a smart move. Im so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder she keeps on making parinig that someone massacres her name. Whenever she does that, Id suspect other people and think how clueless they are. Haha. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson no. 2 Too much of something is very bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate five packs of cream-o today. And I dont feel too good. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is a story behind every pack of cream-o I eat.&lt;/span&gt; Here’s one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate found a fifty peso bill lying happily on the floor. It was as if the bill was wanting to be found. She told us and asked if someone lost that amount of money. Fortunately, no one said yes. Someone hungry suggested that we would buy the money our all time favorite cream-o. Without further ado, I found myself in our canteen excitedly buying 8 packs of cream-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 minutes, all of the cream-o were history.&lt;br /&gt;And 30 mintues later, someone said she lost fifty pesos. All of us were &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dead silent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;End of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115866267850705536?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115866267850705536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115866267850705536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115866267850705536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115866267850705536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/worthwhile-lessons-lesson-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115857966092920616</id><published>2006-09-18T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:59:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is a good day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Actually, I think everyday is a good day. Its just a matter of perception.]&lt;/span&gt; I woke up in a positive mood. Maybe because I slept early last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I saw &lt;em&gt;that cute guy&lt;/em&gt; whom my friend Jelyn and I have been giggling about since Araw ng Wika. Haha. I dont know.....I havent had a crush for a looong time. Grades are on my mind 24/7. Sometimes I even think ill grow up as an old maid. Maybe its time for me to take a break and start drooling eh? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[drooling? O.A]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw him again along the stairway...and again along the corridor. Haaayyy.... I think I saw him five times today. Jelyn and I were laughing our stomachs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this day is I acing our Math Seatwork. Okay not really acing. I got 5 mistakes. Hey! Thats a good thing because that seatwork was like &lt;em&gt;murder&lt;/em&gt;. You know that feeling when your hands are sweaty, you heart is skipping a beat and you expect the worse? Well i felt that way. I expected I wont pass or id flunk it but tad-ah.... a miracle just happened. So cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I sound like a fat kid eating cake. Im just so happy. I guess im a nerd. Or a geek or whatever they call it. Grades make me happy. Grades grades. Thats just all I ask for. &lt;em&gt;Good grades&lt;/em&gt;. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But of course, I am kind of pissed off. Remember from my last post i told ya about this stupid guy sending me messages on friendster? Well he wont stop!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I told him to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get a life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but i guess he is just too stupid to do so. I forgive him for being like that. But i know he as at least a little bit of intellegence in his brain to stop pestering me right? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[If he has a brain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I also told him that &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one word is enough for a wise guy&lt;/span&gt;. Ooops, i forgot. He is the opposite of that. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, im so mean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Im like this to stupid people who annoy me. Sorry for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I am currently drinking &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;grape juice&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am also searching for a meaningful 1-minute speech for Technical English on Wednesday. Oh, and i have a Geometry quiz and a Chemistry test tomorrow. How nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i thinking i'll loose my voice tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh no!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115857966092920616?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115857966092920616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115857966092920616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115857966092920616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115857966092920616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-is-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115846901900727712</id><published>2006-09-17T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:56:59.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes. Ive changed it. Im hoping that people would not get confused of my change of url. Oh well, it their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, there's this someone sending me messages on friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am so pissed at him. Basta. Stupid people doing stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115846901900727712?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115846901900727712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115846901900727712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115846901900727712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115846901900727712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/changed-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115840655344600950</id><published>2006-09-16T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:35:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone is using &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;makebelieve&lt;/span&gt;.blogspot.com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I visited it and guess what, the considerate blogger made just one post dating back from 2004. What an intellgent person. Why dont she delete it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tried other names too. I tried the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parachutes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but some Spanish girl is using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So what i will do is to stick to &lt;em&gt;makebelieve&lt;/em&gt; and add &lt;em&gt;the.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My url will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the-makebelieve&lt;/span&gt;.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;good enough. &lt;strong&gt;I'll change it maybe next week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115840655344600950?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115840655344600950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115840655344600950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115840655344600950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115840655344600950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/great.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115840445823876807</id><published>2006-09-16T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:00:58.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made up my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;parachute-hours&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;parachutes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;theparachutes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;toseparachutes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;parachute-wedges&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makebelieve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Im not quite sure whether this url is taken. Im still going to check it. Im keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115840445823876807?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115840445823876807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115840445823876807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115840445823876807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115840445823876807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/made-up-my-mind-parachute-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115832090713074669</id><published>2006-09-15T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:48:27.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im thinking of change. Perhaps a change of url. Im tired of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;frolic-chick&lt;/span&gt;. Its too... shallow. It means nothing. I dont know what was i thinking when i decided to use it. Well at first my url was pinkeroo.blogspot.com. But i googled it and someone from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com"&gt;www.xanga.com&lt;/a&gt; is using it. So then I changed it to my current url.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I want my url to be original and meaningful. I have thought of something already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;parachute-hours&lt;/span&gt;.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parachutes&lt;/strong&gt; are used by skydivers when they are nearing land. They are considered lifesavers. Like me, i need a parachute when i am falling from the downfalls of life. I need a parachute that shall land me to somewhere safe and peaceful, home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Parachutes are also brought by or affected by the direction of the wind. I am a parachute. Im just flowing wherever life takes me. I am still confused and uncertain of where i want to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;An&lt;strong&gt; hour &lt;/strong&gt;is 6o minutes long. I live my life in hours. 24 hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Im going to change it. Ill just announce when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115832090713074669?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115832090713074669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115832090713074669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115832090713074669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115832090713074669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-thinking-of-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115831994504538190</id><published>2006-09-15T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:58:39.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitter&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our report card were given out on Tuesday. Yes. I am quite happy with my class rank. Okaaay... I am overwhelmed.Just imagine how i worked to pull my rank from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20.5&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.5&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am a living proof that if you put your heart to what you want to achieve, nothing is impossible. When i received my report card, i was at first hesitant to look at it. I was scared that maybe i would be disappointed. But i pulled myself together and looked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I jumped for joy. Literally. Then i gave out a slight mini scream and looked at the thing again. Just to make sure that i dont make a fool out of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How nice. That was a moment of superb happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But now that everything has sunk in, the happiness is somewhat no longer there. Its replaced with paranoia and uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now i have to maintain my rank. And i have a bad history regarding this. Im not consistent. I am just not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These past few days were weird. &lt;em&gt;I am acting weird&lt;/em&gt;. Its like i am pressuring myself to always get the perfect score. And so, i end up not getting it. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Crazy me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last night, i made a realization. I shouldn't count how many mistakes i have but instead, count the number of correct answers God has given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its also very true in life. I always think about the things i do wrong and my problems. Well yeah... I am thankful of the good things but not from the heart. And this should not go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know. I take everything seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral Lesson: Dont do what this blogger does. Carrying a heavy heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I really need to lighten up.!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115831994504538190?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115831994504538190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115831994504538190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115831994504538190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115831994504538190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/bittersweet-our-report-card-were-given.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115780284563516008</id><published>2006-09-09T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T19:54:05.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a sore throat, an unusual harsh voice and with a restless body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick. Both physically and emotionally. Oh and yeah... Im about to be sick mentally too. I dont want to publicize what i did and what happened here. Its too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta.... I disappointed so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired. I just want to sleep until i recover from the humiliation. Which probably would take forever. Why? Simply because i dwell in the past. Haayy... charing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our Student Government organized this big event yesterday. We call it the "After 7". A night of disco and dancing as different bands both from our school and from outside our school showcase their talents.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[I sound like an advertisement.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there... we danced all night long. Well not really all night long. I went home early. My head felt like it was spinning and i felt sick. I wasnt enjoying. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Hah. Now i sound like a total killjoy..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bands were…hmmm… never mind. Ill keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well… U-week is over. It passed in a snap of a finger. Like what I have said, this u-week is not that amazing. Im not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just tired.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(-_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115780284563516008?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115780284563516008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115780284563516008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115780284563516008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115780284563516008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-was-i-thinking-i-woke-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115762944916943651</id><published>2006-09-07T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:44:09.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Funny. Our 60th University week started four days ago and tomorrow will be the last day and I have not even mentioned a single word about it here. Well there is not much to blog about u-week. Its simply a week long celebration [or almost a week] of the anniversary of our school. Classes our suspended and students our allowed to wear civilian clothes. For me, U-week is a fashion show. There are booths  and kiosks.You know, street food like fishball and hotcakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway it means UNO-R is 60 years old. Hmm... growing old eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's u-week is a total &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;boo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b.o.r.i.n.g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* I just love it because theres no class and we can just sit back and &lt;em&gt;socialize.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh... before i forget I am going to be a contestant of another Impromptu Speaking Contest. Yes. Youve heard it right. I am.&lt;em&gt;Again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;How ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its for the Literary-Musical Contest. Its the an annual competition participated by hs students in our high school. So i am the representative of the Third year together with my dearest friend Nadine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i have to win this and beat the fourth years &lt;em&gt;because &lt;/em&gt;I won in the VOY Impromptu Speakig Contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;stupid..isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pressure..pressure.. Dang, i hate that word. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, someone i call "Mr. M" is pissing me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115762944916943651?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115762944916943651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115762944916943651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115762944916943651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115762944916943651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-going-on-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115750674011974025</id><published>2006-09-06T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:40:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad. Really sad. I know you have probably heard the news. Well I read it at &lt;a href="http://www.Yahoo.com"&gt;www.Yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; two days ago. It may be late for me to dedicate a post for our wildlife warrior but i just have to. I grew up watching "Crocodile Hunter" in Discovery Channel. His Australian accent which i used to find funny and the way he wrestles with crocodiles like no other fascinated me as a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, as a teenager I appreciate him more than that. His dedication to saving and protecting the wildlife is a great influence in our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;He is indeed a wildlife warrior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Steve Irwin: The Crocodile Hunter" src="http://i2.tinypic.com/2vmg2zt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will always remember his word "Crikey" not just as an expression but as a reminder that we should all get involved in wildlife conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115750674011974025?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115750674011974025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115750674011974025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115750674011974025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115750674011974025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/c-its-sad_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/2vmg2zt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115716625375964194</id><published>2006-09-02T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:23:33.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*reposted with corrections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I came, I saw, I conquered. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Im really tired of typing the details here. It is a verrry long story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But just to sum it all up, I had a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I made friends with my fellow contestants. They are not as &lt;em&gt;cooked &lt;/em&gt;as i thought they were. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fact, we were all half-cooked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was our first time to compete in an inter-school competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The guests were really hmm... i cant find the right word. But the were like  professional senior citizens wearing fancy Barongs and Americanas. Get the picture? And some were half-breeds. You know with American or Spanish or any other mixed nationality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The place was nice. There were chairs and tables arranged in a manner like there was a press conference going on. And by the way, the place was freezing. The contestants were asked to sit beside the &lt;em&gt;President&lt;/em&gt; [president of the Rotary Club International. They hosted the event.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And i sat near the air condition. I was shaking. My lips were like shivering and i had to pretend i was okay, that i felt comfortable with the freaking temperature because i was sitted next to the president. My gaaash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway, our topic was all about the proposed of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;integration of sex educations in the high school curriculum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I nailed it. Although i was pretty lost in my conclusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;On the 30th of October, Im going to Ilo-Ilo for the District Level Competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So help me God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115716625375964194?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115716625375964194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115716625375964194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115716625375964194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115716625375964194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115693971178090335</id><published>2006-08-30T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:08:31.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can do it!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am joining. Tomorrow is the BIG DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* breathing heavily *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, its nervewracking. But Ill deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My superpowers will come out soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I shall conquer. Yes I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we had our Araw ng Wika today. I wore a pink Filipiniana dress with matching pink heels.. I wanted to post a picture here but i just could not get a decent pic. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This day is bad. My stupid pink heels caused me a sore feet. Worse, my pink Fil. dress got a    ......&lt;br /&gt;you know it. [its a girl thing] C;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dealt with the fiasco. Thank God i made it through the day. Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;Im currently researching for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaay... 5 more day til the University Week. Ill tell you the details next time. Tootles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115693971178090335?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115693971178090335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115693971178090335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115693971178090335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115693971178090335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-can-do-it-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115666686708830966</id><published>2006-08-27T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:21:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Problem :C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this huge problem. (Yeah. Its funny because my last post was really happy and now im posting a problematic one. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am once again stuck in a stiuation where i am forced to do something i dont want to. &lt;em&gt;They &lt;/em&gt;are joining me in this big &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impromptu Speaking contest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  and i dont know what to do. Im scared. I cant do it. I really cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im confident that i could speak but the problem is, i dont know what to say. Im not good in forming ideas on the spot. I need time to sit down and internalize. And Impromtu Speaking Contests have stupid time limits that shall surely make me go mad. I cant. I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just think of who the other contestants will be. Theyre probably really good at this. I mean, i am still raw while theyre already cooked. Some are even over cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I ask my friends. They say i should because I can. But i know myself too much. I know my weaknesses. This is my weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Im not good in making logical answers to tricky questions in just a jiffy. And i am about to nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing will be on the 31st. Yes. Four more days. Whenever i remember it, i feel this weird feeling that i pretty much dont like. Its just like  having a million butterflies on your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;But what i feel is far worse than that. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel like i have a billion &lt;em&gt;dragonflies &lt;/em&gt;on my fat stomach.&lt;em&gt; And i hate it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher is giving me a choice whether to join or not. But i can hardly feel i have a choice. If i dont join, its a proof that im a coward. If i do, Ill only humiliate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, its the same contest my sister Abegail joined in. She won a silver medal in the National Level. It makes me feel even worse. Just one word.. pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My time is running out&lt;/span&gt;. And i cant decide. This is huge. Really huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of my brain says that i could do it.&lt;br /&gt;While another part of it says to back off.&lt;br /&gt;which is which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i opened my diary a while ago, I found this qoute written on the first page of my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have faith. Believing something is possible is to make it come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It hit me really hard. Its true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinking*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115666686708830966?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115666686708830966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115666686708830966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115666686708830966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115666686708830966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/08/problem-c-i-have-this-huge-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115666511168288107</id><published>2006-08-27T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T15:51:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am like &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yaayy!!!! I am done. So what do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, at first, I thought that Adobe PS was very very weird and hard but like i told you before, im not the kind of person who takes a million years to figure out something(humility aside) and yes, after 3 days, i have cracked the Adobe Code. And i am darn happy. I thought id never be able to finish my layout since the code was giving me such a hard time. But with a gift from Heaven ( &lt;em&gt;yes, i prayed that my template wont be a mess.hmm.. the power of prayer&lt;/em&gt;) i have conquered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Golly, i am overreacting. I know. But this is just an achievement because i used to rely on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;www.blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;and now i am independent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of this skin is all about the different perceptions of people on me. The multicolored pictures signify their different impressions. Pink, black blue.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try to read between the lines and youll get it.  ;D&lt;br /&gt;Please post in my cbox if youve got something to say. You will really make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Violent reactions are accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a big problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115666511168288107?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115666511168288107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115666511168288107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115666511168288107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115666511168288107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-like-this-happy-yaayy-i-am-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115640827337680755</id><published>2006-08-24T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:40:40.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I NEED TO SLEEP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*reposted with corrections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel restless, exhausted, tired as a farmer in a rice field. I should be in bed, drooling. But here I am stressing my eyes in front the computer. I have been breaking my rule of not sleeping past 12 midnight for almost a week now. What do I do? * ehem * Study. Examination week has just ended. And it drained all my super powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really get myself. I start studying around 8 in the morning but how come I always end up still cramming in the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;Its so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I sacrifice my time and build up eyebags for decent grades while people take it for granted and still get good marks. How crazy is that?&lt;br /&gt;Like when I tell people …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulaw ko gab-i.&lt;/em&gt;[I slept late last night]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ngaa haw?&lt;/em&gt; [why?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuon e.&lt;/em&gt;[studying, of course.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ay teh. Wala ko gani tuon pero taas man score ko.&lt;/em&gt;[Ha! I didn’t study but I got a high score]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;What an irony.&lt;br /&gt;But its reality.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Biatchiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel any good vibes regarding the exams. I didnt follow instructions in Chemistry, was clueless in English and much much more clueless in History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gaawwwd, [just trying to sound stupid] teachers can be like so cruel. Like hello? I studied ka-yaaa tapos like ganun pala yung like exams. They give me like euwy wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is sooo not haawwtt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion—don’t try being a nerd when you can’t live up the name.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was not born a nerd. Like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, blogger is giving me such a hard time. Screw you blogger!!! They page would download but the portion where you input your username and password could not. Like hello?? Stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I just find Photoshop really complicated. I am not the type of person taking a million years to figure out something but I could not figure out Photoshop. Like hello?? Ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, I am trying to make my own layout because I want to be unique. So what Im doing is ripping out blogskins from &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Like hello?? Cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Enough of likes and hellos. Like hello?? Immaout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please include in your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prayers Guimaras for it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is greatly affected by the Oil spill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coral reefs and sea animals are killed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like hello?? The works of a devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115640827337680755?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115640827337680755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115640827337680755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115640827337680755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115640827337680755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-to-sleep-reposted-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115537701136228309</id><published>2006-08-12T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:42:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yah.. its Jelyn's bertday. Happy 15th. Man.. we're growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... *thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of changing my blogskin. This one is so,um, dramatic. Like I had enough of the drama. I found the perfect skin at &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;www.blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt; when I browsed last night. Its green and has an attitude. Should I??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115537701136228309?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115537701136228309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115537701136228309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115537701136228309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115537701136228309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-jelyn-yah.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115529513069895905</id><published>2006-08-12T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:18:50.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We live in a city of Devils&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yellowcard's City of Devils&lt;/span&gt; and I dont know, just felt like using it as my title. Yeah.. in a city of devils we live..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel emotional a while ago... hmm... tantrums.. just lay their on my bed. Staring blankly at the ceiling. Lost in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. With the things Im mentioning here, you're probably thinking I had a bad day. Well if you look at it, today was a good day. Although my white school socks were like hell with mud from our football field in PE class, its still a good day. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I didnt flunk our Geometry seatwork and delivered a good speech in Tech. English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. Btw, my speech was the Gettysburg Address  by Abraham Lincoln. Love that speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting something here because it has been a million years since i lasted posted. What can i do? There's not much to blog about. My days are same same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am really loving this school year. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Im bonding with my classmates I did not have the chance to bond with in my second year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After class, some of us stay behind and someone would start a conversation about a juicy topic and so we talk and have a lots of laughs. Really. There are alot of people inside our four-sided classroom I want to get to know more. There is something more behind every person, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay.... to sum it all up.. I am happy :D . With the way this school year is turning out, who isnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I may encounter problems like rushing deadlines and flunked quizzes and i would feel suicidal but at the end of the day, I am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hope this new found happiness will last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Its raining day and night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sunshine, where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115529513069895905?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115529513069895905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115529513069895905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115529513069895905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115529513069895905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-live-in-city-of-devils-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115443111501492168</id><published>2006-08-02T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:18:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;im really busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;busy as a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;no... busy as an ant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i will now go and hybernate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;zzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115443111501492168?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115443111501492168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115443111501492168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115443111501492168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115443111501492168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-im-really-busy-busy-as-bee-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115443001083291251</id><published>2006-07-30T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:00:10.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Winn-uh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo!! I won.. Officially the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;High School Student’s Affairs Organization SECRETARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We had our induction yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a week since I became the secretary and I feel very stressed out already. Lots of writing to do. . and typing too.. I have to admit, I kind of regret that I run.. Its just that I am very busy with schoolwork and now I am going to die with all these extra curricular activities. But I know that its my friggin responsibility because I was the one who got myself into this in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a really &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;good confession last Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. Probably my best confession ever. I just poured everything out . I felt comfortable talking to the priest. He was a great one. Hmm… maybe I can have him as a spiritual adviser. He gave me meaningful life lessons… Unlike other priests, he had the time to tackle serious issues with you. We talked about what I feel towards others and other things I cant mention here. * wink *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely spiritually cleansed. I feel very happy because I was completely honest with my sins (okay..i kept some). One should really confess everything during confessions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115443001083291251?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115443001083291251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115443001083291251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115443001083291251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115443001083291251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/07/winn-uh-yahoo-i-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115443039846500995</id><published>2006-07-23T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:06:38.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past 9 days or so were really physically and mentally demanding. . a very unbearable long week for me. Indeed I can say that Im living a fast paced life. Okay… lets start from Thursday last week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, July 13, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine informed me that we’re having our campaign rally the next day. I was of course worried since we haven’t practiced our production number yet. We didn’t even know what to do. So later that afternoon, all the parties rehearsed and bla bla bla and we all looked stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friday, July 14, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were excused from class the whole day for our practice and final rehearsals. The program was in the afternoon. Our party was a wreck. Well… at first. I was panicking to the highest level since I felt like our party was the least one… not only in number but also in creativity. Everyone were doing their own things and planning their cheers and were like “ Hah??!”… But of course… our super powers were released and we were able to come up with something and the rest of the ideas just sprung up. Wow. I’m really impressed because we practiced our production in just 2 hours and the outcome was good. Perhaps, the best from the others. During the rally, my heart skipped a beat. The whole high school students were there and it was just so scary. Well I have a lot of experiences regarding doing something in front of hundreds but it felt like it was the first time. I swallowed everything… shyness, pride… and just did what I had to do. That day started out really really bad but ended quite good. Yaay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekend, July 15 to 16 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like blogging over the weekend but I’m too tired to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, July 17, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was a moment of truth. Our grades from our examinations were given. But it was a good day. I got good grades…grades that I deserved. * big grin *  It feels good to see the fruits of your labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday to Wednesday, July 18 to 19, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very frustrating days. I flunked two (not just one.. but TWO) Chemistry quizzes. Imagine that? Just as when I started to think I love Chemistry….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, July 20, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our room-to-room campaign. Yep.. We went to all the classrooms of all year levels and did what we had to do. I was specifically very nervous in campaigning in the higher year since my opponents were from the fourth year class. But courage and guts are all you need. I didn’t even think I’d make it through the day. But I did. Thank God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, July 21, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! The big day. The election day.  Our classes were shortened for 20 minutes to give time for the elections. Its just nerve racking to think that all the high school students will decide if I deserve to win. I didn’t really felt like knowing how many votes I got. I am afraid of the truth. I guess I’ll just wait for the results on Monday. But really..  I don’t win people would ask “okay ka lang?”. What a stupid question. Try asking that to yourself  when you lose. Of course I will feel bad but hey, win or lose.. I gained a lot of fun moments from this experience. So even if I lose, I’ll still feel like a winner because of the memories I shared with my friends. But still… &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I WANT TO WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* im really thinking of deleting this blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115443039846500995?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115443039846500995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115443039846500995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115443039846500995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115443039846500995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/07/these-past-9-days-or-so-were-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115268881292361857</id><published>2006-07-13T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:26:52.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Secret. . .ary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeaay. . . Im running for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Secretary in our Student Assembly Oraginzation...&lt;/span&gt; I know... It’s such a high position. It makes me think that Im out of my league. But everyone can aim for something higher and better right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. to all my schoolmates out there.. Exercise your rights to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;VOTE BAYONA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! :-* &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115268881292361857?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115268881292361857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115268881292361857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115268881292361857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115268881292361857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/07/secret.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115268864917019465</id><published>2006-07-13T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:24:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;resting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay finally I am blogging again. I wasnt able to for almost 2 weeks because of our First Examinations. But I have to admit, I did not really miss blogging. Sorry.(Im thinking of quitting. No one appreciates what I write here. Well &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the hype of blogging hasn’t reached Bacolod City yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Screw Bacolod!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First exams…. I prepared for it. But I guess no matter how you study or work hard for a grade you deserve… friggin things will always come your way and mess up with you. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There will always be hindrances to your happiness&lt;/span&gt;. In my case they are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid time limits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hello?? 1 hour is not enough.Especially in Drafting. You have to draw and at the same time answer some crap. Gash.. like what happened a while ago in our Filipino exams. The bell rang and I haven’t even started in the last test and I skipped another previous test. My hands were trembling and to make it worst. the proctor was having a final countdown or something. Pff. . time constraints. . .   they make our lives miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mental Block and a sudden amnesia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I am always a victim of these. But fortunately, I didnt experience them during exams (&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Halleluiah! ! God is indeed merciful&lt;/span&gt;). . Then why put them here? I don’t know. . I just felt like typing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions that from no one knows where&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Teachers tend to include things that you didn’t take up. So you end up putting the wrong answers and a minus to your score. . Wtf ? ? How unfair is this ? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some teachers have evil bloods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (I know someone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there isnt really a use of discussing them because they’re just parts of history now. What I have to do is to pray that I get grades that I deserve. AND. . . if I dont… pray that I wont give up. I mean its just the start of the school year right? Okay. .okay. .&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mind is having a shut down. Im talking nonsense now. Please forgive me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115268864917019465?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115268864917019465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115268864917019465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115268864917019465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115268864917019465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-resting-in-peace-haay-finally-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115166409077874388</id><published>2006-07-01T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:05:22.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CAT woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Currently eating: My new addiction—Quaker oatmeal (makes me poop everyday :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came home from friggin school. Phew! What a week this was (is the grammar right?). I am glad that June is ending. This month was full of frustrations. But not necessarily failures. I mean, I am kind of successful in some of my plans for the new school year (i.e. sleeping not past 12 mn). I just feel frustrated because this minth was a time for adjustment. Plus this month, I suffered the consequences of the stupidity I did in the previous school year. I do belive in the Filipino saying "&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nasa huli ang pagsisisi&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One proof is today. Our school held it's annual Award's Day for the &lt;em&gt;intellegent ones&lt;/em&gt;. I was very reluctant to go to school since all I'll feel is jealousy. And I was indeed right. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All of my friends received medals and were grinning on stage while I was there with the crowd wishing I was in thier shoes.&lt;/span&gt; It's pure crap. The honor students were separated from the rest. I kept on thinking that I do belong with them. But of course, that is life. As I have said another post, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my time will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am just going to pray that "my time" will come soon... Because feeling jealous of other's success is not the favorite feeling I want to feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But seriously.. I felt like crying.Hmm... maybe later.. in the bathroom. I'll sit down on the toilet.. either I'll poop (the effect of oatmeal.yaay) or pour out everything in a piece of tissue paper. Ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my title is Cat woman right? But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sweety, it is because I am now an offical Charlie aspirant or whatever they call it. You know... CAT.. Citizenship Advancement Training. Its a requirement to pass high school. Usually its taken by fourth year studs but I'll take it up in my junior year (More benefits).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound ditzy but its hard. You have to straighten your posture and I end up with a back ache. It also takes up time. We have a meeting or what we call as a form (shortcut for formation..obviously) every Wednesday and Thursday at 12:15 nn. How freaky is that?? Our dismissal is at 11:45 and we only have thirty minutes to eat,toothbrush and beautify ourselves. Time management is very essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is.. we have to call our "superiors" sir or ma'am. It's not easy. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Especially if your superior is not worth respecting and calling sir.. or ma'am (this is where pride comes in).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will do it. And next year.. sophies.. you watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biatches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PS.. Next next week is our first Grading examinations.. so goodbye Blogger.. for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY JULY 1 Ya'll..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-* xoxo &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115166409077874388?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115166409077874388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115166409077874388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115166409077874388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115166409077874388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/06/cat-woman-currently-eating-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115131648601389767</id><published>2006-06-27T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:08:06.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Club&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;bing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BELATED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAFI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MOTHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;I am wishing that you minimize your screaming sessions because ya'll know it's not nice.. Hehehe :D Have a longer life.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a open house thingy for the different clubs in our school. The clubs will be more active this year because we are applying for PAASCU. Okay.. enough with the school lingo. So I joined as much clubs as possible. Well.. of course.. to have more points and extra-curricular activities :p I joined four clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lector's Guild&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Lectors during mass.. obviously&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Speech and Dramatics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Since I wasn't qualified for our school paper, I am convinced that I am a better speaker than a writer.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Designer's Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Im not quite sure why  I joined. Im not even good at drawing. But.. I love Art and I sort of have a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mind&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;so I guess those are the reasons why I applied.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Student's Assembly Organization&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I decided to run as the secretary of the third year class organization. I was having second thoughts of joining since I lost in the previous year.. but heck, I will give it a try.. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be able to manage my time wisely. I just hope so. Anyway, my last post was so ironic. I want to delete it but it was a good post I guess. Lets just pretend nothing happened. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And btw, never mind the-judge-my-talent-through-my-posts thing. Its pure crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115131648601389767?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115131648601389767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115131648601389767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115131648601389767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115131648601389767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/06/club-bing-first-things-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115097370530704855</id><published>2006-06-23T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:55:05.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The feeling of feeling like crap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a follow-up to my ironic incident last Saturday (about my last post).. I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to say that I didn't get in. Yaay. Please congratulate me. Oh..whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels awful pitying yourself. Yes. That is how I feel right now. I feel stupid and a useless bitch. Excuse the attitude but that is the truth. Considering what happened today, I think this day will go to the records of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;worst days ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can definitely remember every single detail. Our school paper head was announcing the fortunate people who will be the staff and editors of our effin school paper . She was down to the least positions and my f*ckin' name wasn't called yet. I was shaking and my hand were clammy. And the moment has come... she called my name and Sophie's and told us that she's sorry but blah blah blah (you know what happened next). Everyone stared at us with a look of pity. I faked a smile of course. I hid my emotions that my throat started to hurt. It may sound like an over reaction but i felt like collapsing to tears. My eyes wanted to shed tears so badly but I held them back. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It was very &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And  no way in hell did i liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She mentioned that we can still be contributors and our names will appear on the paper to give us some credit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;Hello?? What was she thinking? What she said definitely didn't help me feel better. It was like what we call a &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;consuelo de bobo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Like a consolation prize for a loser. My spirit was crushed and my pride was torn into pieces.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I tried to put them back together by thinking that their missing out a great writer &lt;strong&gt;but I just felt like a liar to myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I feel very bad. Self-pity...shiit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on questioning if whether or not I deserved to be in this situation. I can't blame anyone else but myself. It was me who was mentally blocked and allowed stupidity to take over. Remembering what happened makes me cringe and feel like barfing. It was so embarassing. I mean only the two of us were not qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that makes me still want to go on is the fact that when I inform people that I wasn't qualified, they wonder why. At least other people recognize my talent :p I am not bragging or anything but if I deserve to get in. It is just a matter of chance. Perhaps the folks who got in was very interested with the topic that their ideas overflowed. Maybe it just wasn't meant for me. Evrything happens for some crappy reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta... my time will come. You'll see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ps.. don't I deserve to get in? judge my talent by my blog and read my past posts. Leave your answer on my CBOX. xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115097370530704855?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115097370530704855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115097370530704855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115097370530704855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115097370530704855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-of-feeling-like-crap-as-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115053260144522573</id><published>2006-06-18T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:32:02.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The stupidity of Charisse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my fuckin' gash!! We just had the screening for our school paper and i totally messed up. Hello?? Like what's wrong with me? The topic was really easy. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What qualities should a youth posses in this moderntime?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I was in an OFF mode. I was experiencing those crappy block outs. God.. I am so stupid. I wrote one hell of a piece of crap.!! I am so sure that Im not going to get in. Well so much fror being a staff member :'C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;If i dont get in, its there loss not mine. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am happy because my study habits are progresssing. YAAAY.. I even study even there is nothing to study.Nahaha. It feels good to realize that yourself is improving. Oh.. and by the way have I told you that I sleep &lt;strong&gt;not past 12 midnight&lt;/strong&gt;? I sleep at around 10:30 to 11 pm since school started. I feel good vibes towards this new school year. I just hope that my vibes are right. (Usually, my vibes are never right) Another thing, I also eat healthy. For the past 5 days, all I eat for breakfast is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;quaker oatmeal&lt;/span&gt; :D There is nothing much to blog about. So I'll say goodbye now. Tootles.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115053260144522573?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115053260144522573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115053260144522573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115053260144522573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115053260144522573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupidity-of-charisse-oh-my-fuckin.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115018893891501120</id><published>2006-06-14T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:55:38.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First Day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Fuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay.. I know I shouldn't be blogging right now because school started and I should be serious but heck.. whatever. All we did today was clean our &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;very clean and dust-free&lt;/span&gt; classroom and meet the same shizzy faces all over again. There are ALOT of changes. ALOT. Our subject periods will last for &lt;strong&gt;1 freaking hour&lt;/strong&gt;. 1 hour!! My Gash! I could barely last a 40 minute class and now... haay. Our classroom location also changed. We are now on the second floor. Yes. We are away from civilization.Uh-huh. On the brighter side, I will shed some pounds from climbing the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole thing is not that bad. Well at least I think it is. Actually, today was a good day. Probably the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;best &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first day I ever had. I used to hate first days but I kinda liked this day. I laughed alot and had a fun time with friends. Especially Luigi...which is our Chairman.haha. :P I am just hoping that everything will fall on their places. Well... actually not really. Because If everything will fall on their places, I will still be rank 20. (Yes, i think that's my proper place) And I so do not want that place. Its &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;!! So I will just hope that some things will fall on their proper places AND some won't. YAAAAY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I promise (ehem) that I will be in the top 10. Oh yeah I will be. Go Bitch!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115018893891501120?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115018893891501120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115018893891501120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115018893891501120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115018893891501120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-fuck-okay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-115002700100191891</id><published>2006-06-12T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:56:41.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;School jitters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, (with a little bit of fortune) the day after tomorrow will be the first day of school. It’s the big day. And probably the loudest day of the whole school year. I can already imagine how the day will go. People here and there will be screaming excitement at the reunion with their friends and have the adrenaline rush of it all. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I plan to be fashionably late and create a grand entrance to make a first impression&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Is that right? Hahaha. No. Seriously. I want to be a bit late so when I arrive, I won’t be looking for my friends since everyone is  already there. Yaay. I don’t want to wait, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not that thrilled to be in school again. But I'm used to the thought that sooner or later, I will be stuck in a classroom so might as well be open to the idea. whatever.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Wait, what attitude is this?? I want to be in school!!! ... and study..er.. and stay up late studying... uhm.. do assignments and be frustrated. YAAAY! Back to school..Back to school..Back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I will do good this school year. Just read my past post entitled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am a tough Chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wrote there all my plans and goals. Because you know, I really have to be goal-oriented. Alright. That's it. Till next time... if there is a next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will I miss most from summer??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sister &lt;strong&gt;Abby&lt;/strong&gt;. I spent most of my time with her and did what sisters do.Hahaha. I'll surely miss our sharing of ideas and 18 year-old talks. Love ya biatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-115002700100191891?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115002700100191891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=115002700100191891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115002700100191891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/115002700100191891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-jitters-unfortunately-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114957894796529771</id><published>2006-06-07T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:29:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Eerie Silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand this effin silence that is so creeping into our empty house right now. Yes. I am alone at the moment. Eating bread smudged with melted butter and lonely. I am very bored. I have nothing to do. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Queen of Mouths&lt;/span&gt; (my mother) is currently in Manila.My other sis and pop are my only companions. I don't even think I can call them companions since they don't talk. As if the three of us are invincible. Andrea's texting all the time and Papa's snoring most of the day. I tried to call my friends but sad to say their not home. Man. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why is everyone leaving??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, I couldn't sleep at night. Hello?? What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe I have insomnia or something. I tried to sleep early last night (around 10pm) to train myself to discontinue being nocturnal  but I just can't do it. It is very hard to change your lifestyle just in a snap. I mean I am a night person and definitely not an early bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe I am going to say this but... I want to go to school. I am so bored at home and just want to do something instead of just sleeping and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Speaking of school, this coming days, I will file a leave of absence. Yep. I may not be able to blog that often. I am just going to give updates and blah blah. Well, that is if you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114957894796529771?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114957894796529771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114957894796529771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114957894796529771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114957894796529771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/06/eerie-silence-i-couldnt-stand-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114939662001136667</id><published>2006-06-05T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:50:20.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Not so fairytale ending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my freaky golly!! I am so pissed at &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sky Cable&lt;/span&gt;. I mean I conditioned my mind to relax last night and enjoy &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PBB Big night&lt;/span&gt; but what the heck?? All I can see on TV were effin gray sparks or what you call it. Thanks a lot Sky Cable. All I can say is .... uhm.. never mind. (too profane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's left a few hours ago. With a heavy heart I bid farewell. Pat and I are chatting right now. Talking about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh WAIT!! I know something. I know Mikee's blog. Yeah. That guy from PBB. Anyway check it out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meltingpen.blogspot.com"&gt;www.meltingpen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.. sorry Mikee. I am just a gossip queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114939662001136667?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114939662001136667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114939662001136667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114939662001136667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114939662001136667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-so-fairytale-ending-oh-my-freaky.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114932374515757504</id><published>2006-06-04T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:41:44.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fillin' up the spaces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, considering the fact that I made a horrible horrible post this morning (yes, the one you see below entitled "Dont Say goodbye. Say Goodnight") I will fill up my stupidity by giving you very good meaningful song lyrics courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmansion.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;www.lyricsmansion.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . It's the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Breaking Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from the Disney movie &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/span&gt;. I first heard it over the radio. The singers are not-so-good singers. I even thought the woman in the song was Hilary Duff. Yeah, It was that bad. Sorry Hilary. Anyway, read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Breaking Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Were soaring.. flying .There is not a star in heaven that we cant reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;If were trying so were breaking free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You know the world can see us in a way that is different than who we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Creating space between us til were separate hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;But your faith it gives me strength.Strength to believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Can you feel it building like a wave the ocean just cant control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Connected by a feeling in our very souls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Rising til it lifts us up so every one can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ohhhh running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Climbing to get to that place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;To be all that we can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Now is the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So we are breaking free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;More than hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;More than faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This is true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This is fate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;We see it coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;More than you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;More than me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Not a want but a need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Both of us breaking free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. I just love it. Anyway, I don't know how life would be now that Andrea and I are the only ones left. It's just depressing. Especially that I bonded very much with Abby. We're homebuddies. Everything is not what it's used to be. Yeah. &lt;strong&gt;Change is definitely inevitable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114932374515757504?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114932374515757504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114932374515757504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114932374515757504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114932374515757504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/06/fillin-up-spaces-okay-considering-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114929845118129667</id><published>2006-06-04T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T09:34:11.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't say Goodbye. Say Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Currently listening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Island in the Sun by Weezer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today I'll be saying goodbye to my sisters. Specifically Angela and Abby. They'll be leaving tomorrow for Manila en route UP Diliman. I know, It's depressing. But I'm used to it. Used to people leaving me. :'C  I'm only joking. The next time we'll see each other will be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;138&lt;/span&gt; days from now. Yeah.. I counted it. Well... from four we are now down to two. Andrea and moi are the only ones left here. The house is getting emptier and emptier year by year. Which means more chores for the two of us. Dang. I so want to be in college right now. Have freedom and blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, as ya'll notice I changed my effin layout. Finally. I was getting tired of pink. At first I encountered lots of problems with the layout I chose. But my magical powers sorted them out. I know it seems like it's not me but I totally like it. Simple yet Classy. Plus there are no individual links. I used to like those links for the blog item, profile, and archive but the direction of the wind changed and I dislike them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hips Dont lie by Shakira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wait, I also have to say goodbye to the PBB Teen housemates. Todays their "fairytale ending" as they call it. Well goodbye folks. Ciao. I will type more later. Promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114929845118129667?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114929845118129667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114929845118129667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114929845118129667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114929845118129667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-say-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114897363645382348</id><published>2006-06-01T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:20:36.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cut Throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Surprise,surprise I have a new haircut. But why surprise? &lt;em&gt;Because &lt;/em&gt;to those who are clueless, I am a bit scared of haircuts. As much as possible  I run away from those nasty scissors. Well, I have been pretty successful in doing so since the last time I hade a haircut was a year and 5 months ago. But everything changed yesterday. I faced it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The reason behind all these is because of my &lt;strong&gt;mother&lt;/strong&gt;. She always supervises my haircut. You know, telling the hairstylist to make it really short and blah blah blah. So..  I end up in total humiliation. I mean a haircut can change your life. Agree? If you don't, just imagine yourself bald. How would you feel? Hair is indeed our crowning glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, sitting there in front of a mirror watching a person cutting your hair was scarry. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is for me. I could see the hairstylist cutting big chunks of hair. My heart literally skipped a beat. Half way through the whole process, I felt relaxed and thought that everything will turn out right. But then, &lt;strong&gt;the antagonist (my mother) called the salon&lt;/strong&gt; and told the hairstylist to make it really short. Oh my gosh. I was shaking. Its a good thing the hairstylist is not obedient. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the end I have a well... an okay haircut. Not a favorite but its good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ps. Well, as you actually see... I haven't changed my skin &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;. It is just that Im encountering a lot of problems regarding the new skin. Shit. F*ck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oops..sorry 'bout that. Tootles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114897363645382348?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114897363645382348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114897363645382348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114897363645382348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114897363645382348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/05/cut-throat-surprisesurprise-i-have-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114888525815854504</id><published>2006-05-30T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T14:47:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pink Fetish is so Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Holy crap. After just a month and a half, I am changing my skin again. Which means a lot of trouble.Well I just woke up one sunny day and my love for the color pink suddenly disappeared. Miracles really do happen. Another holy crap. In less than two weeks we'll be all back to the disgusting walls of our lousy school. Wait, what kind of attitude am i posing?? Okay okay.. school is back...Yaaay!! (sarcasm) Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Back to the change of skin... My new skin will be ready in no time. I'm still fixing it. Because you know, there's a lot of work involved in making a blog. A LOT of work. Plus, I still need to go to effin internet cafes to go online. Our internet connection is pretty sick lately. And worse, I just find it hard to concentrate on what Im doing since bitchy people are blabbing their mouths off in the vicinity. &lt;strong&gt;Holy Crap&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;infinity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know i know, I sound like a grandma with all my grouchiness but what can I do?? What can a GIRL do?? If you were in my shoes you'd feel the same way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may not understand what the hell Im typing right now but there are alot of things I can't put here. There are just so many emotions in me. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh by the way, I can't believe it but I am so hooked on PBB Teen. I'm not the kind of person that obsesses with some crappy thing. But I love it. &lt;strong&gt;Gash, I sound really cheap. I take it back. I hate them!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114888525815854504?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114888525815854504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114888525815854504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114888525815854504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114888525815854504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/05/pink-fetish-is-so-yesterday-holy-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114831993983001845</id><published>2006-05-23T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:01:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Late surfing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 2:06 am on my clock right now and I am here...blogging. Well, as you know it, Internet is free during the wee hours of the morning. So here I am. I am currently looking at very pretty pictures at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;www.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Their deviations are so amazing. I am also catching up some fashion shizz at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.closettherapyblog.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;www.closettherapyblog.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. God, I have hundreds of mosquito bites right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114831993983001845?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114831993983001845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114831993983001845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114831993983001845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114831993983001845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/05/late-surfing-it-is-206-am-on-my-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114827968610562185</id><published>2006-05-23T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:41:01.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing youre reading now is my * drumroll * 30th post. Yep. &lt;strong&gt;For four months I have created 30 emotional entries full of teenage angst.&lt;/strong&gt; Wow. I have come a long way. Well this 30th post is nothing special. It is just the same old thing where in I tell the world how empty my days are. They are you know. I have not blogged for the past 6 days since there was totally nothing to blog about. I feel like I am just floating in this river of life. But since I am online, I might as well just type something. So I am &lt;strong&gt;updating you what’s new in my world&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... I have to cross out &lt;em&gt;Season 3 of The OC&lt;/em&gt; in my wishlist. Ta-dah!! It finally arrived in the Philippines. Its pilot episode aired in ETC last Tuesday. The episode was very heavy in drama. I admit I am sort of disappointed about it. I mean I waited for the 3rd season for like 6 months and the episode was not that impressive. &lt;strong&gt;I am starting to like One Tree Hill better than The OC.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh... sorry OC guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second...I am very pissed about this media hype towards The Da Vinci Code. Hello?? Why do they have to rate it 18?? It is after all a fictional movie. I have read the book and there is nothing to fuss about. I bet the folks who have watched the movie are pretty disappointed. I have read the reviews of movie critics and they are not that happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of the day...only one person will be laughing his head off… the f*cking Dan Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I am totally digging Weezers new MTV. It is &lt;em&gt;Island in the Sun&lt;/em&gt;. Its hot. Loves it. I am an official &lt;strong&gt;fan of Weezer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I feel anxious whenever I remember that &lt;strong&gt;schools starting in 20 days&lt;/strong&gt;. Come to think of it I think it’s not going to be that bad. Agree?? Heck. Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ps. Starting today, my text colors will be black. Im tired of pink. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114827968610562185?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114827968610562185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114827968610562185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114827968610562185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114827968610562185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/05/going-on-30-this-thing-youre-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114793230459554613</id><published>2006-05-19T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:10:37.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I am a tough Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;After a depressing,heart breaking million years, I am blogging again. Alleluia!! I am so happy that Im back on track. Well everything happens for a reason and the reason behind my absence is because our free unlimited Internet has expired. Can you believe it?? Well I couldnt at first. I had a violent reaction. I kept on connecting and connecting and connecting and I ended up failing. I was very sad. I was like Merlin finding for Nemo. You see Internet is a big part of me. &lt;strong&gt;I have a second life in the World Wide Web&lt;/strong&gt;. Now that that crap has expired we have to go on prepaid which means limited hours of surfing. And I certainly do not want to live with such limitations. But as I have said earlier, everything happens for a reason. Perhaps this limitation thing Im going through is to make me realize that I was becoming an internet addict. Ala surfaholic. I really have to &lt;strong&gt;let reality sink in that I shouldnt revolve around the internet&lt;/strong&gt;. Friendster, Blogger, multiply, blah blah blah… All of them are pieces of crap. I guess I can call this whole thing an &lt;strong&gt;intervention&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just an intervention for my &lt;em&gt;www addiction&lt;/em&gt; but also for my school attitude. I have been thinking for quite a long time now that I should seriously progress and improve in terms of grades. I mean I totally wasted my sophomore year. It was a year of fun, friends and distraction. Well I have now all the fun I could get. Im going to &lt;strong&gt;be better this school year&lt;/strong&gt;. No crushes, no Internet, no TV and most certainly no more sleeping past 12 midnight. Im going to train myself to live a simple life. It may sound like a lot of &lt;strong&gt;drastic changes in my lifestyle but if I dont do this, when will I?? Its now or never&lt;/strong&gt;. I realized that my physical health has become a hindrance for me to concentrate on my goal. I mean, how can you focus on the discussion when you just want to sleep?? Sigh. I am also planning not to sit close to my friends because yall now what we girls do. Were gonna gossip and blab the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having second thoughts if I can do what Im blabbing here but I believe I can. Last time, I bought a fortune cookie at Chowking and the message says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can achieve anything as long as you set you mind to it. All you have to do is to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dang. It is so true. Anyway, I gotta go. Tootles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114793230459554613?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114793230459554613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114793230459554613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114793230459554613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114793230459554613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-tough-chick-after-depressingheart.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114681315733168496</id><published>2006-05-06T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:12:37.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Gave me the Chills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I don't know how but yesterday, at around 11 pm, Pat, Steph, Dee,Gela,Abby,Kara and me were all sitting on Kara's bed. We were talking 'bout private things. Too private to mention here. And you know what happened next? The bed suddenly folded or shall I say cracked in half. We all shouted at the top of our lungs. I say the bed afterwards and noticed that it was metal!?? Wtf? So how and why? Can Science explain it? Well, we were sitting a circle position. All our weight were distributed on both sides of the bed. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114681315733168496?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114681315733168496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114681315733168496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114681315733168496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114681315733168496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/05/gave-me-chills-i-dont-know-how-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114672516787665595</id><published>2006-05-05T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:46:07.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parting Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Today will be the last day of Pat and Steph here in bacolod. They'll be going home tomorrow. It sucks real bad. I will definitely miss them. We bonded so much for the past 2 weeks. All those slumber parties, movie marathons, girl talks... haay. They're not just my cousins. They're my best friends and sisters. Plus points because we're related. But you know, being sisters doesn't mean that you should be blood relatives, right? We shared alot of memories together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, im busy with my new site in Multiply. Multiply is the best. I think it's even better than Blogger. You can upload videos, music and pictures. I am making an online photo album. The computer is very overloaded with pictures so I need a place to store them. You can visit it but it's still under construction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iampaparazzi.mutiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;http://iampaparazzi.mutiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Oh by the way, I am also starting a brand new diary. Maybe I'll post hollywood gossip and fashion next week if I find the time. Damn, the internet speed is really low so I find it hard to upload pictures. Anyway Tootles! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114672516787665595?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114672516787665595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114672516787665595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114672516787665595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114672516787665595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/05/parting-day-today-will-be-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114648229293883352</id><published>2006-05-02T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:08:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;The Last of Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I have been freakingly gone for a while. The past week was really hectic. Well today is May 1. The first day of May. And must i say, the end of summer? Yeah. It is the end of summer. Want proof? It is raining today. How depressing. Just 30 more days and we're back to torture. Haay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;why is summer just 2 months when school is 10. Life is totally unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Anyway, I was really busy because my cousins from far away, distantlands came to Bacolod. Talk about socializing, I just had to give more time to them than blogging. They came home to be present in my sister's debut. So my absence was all because of Abby's 18th birthday. Preparing the debut was very stressful. &lt;strong&gt;I will kill myself&lt;/strong&gt; if my mom&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;would give me a debut. NO WAY!! I mean the f*cking formal expensive party is all about you. Everyone's attention and eyes are on you. That is so freaky. You, you and you. Euw. Being 18 is way more freaky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Here are the things I did for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;April 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Pat, Steph and the gang arrived. We went out. At first, I felt akward being with them. We barely talked the whole dinner. We just said our hi's and hello's. Afterwards we went to their hote, The Sylvia Manor. It was nice. The interior is sort of Asian inspired. There, we broke the ice and we started to talk real things. Pat and Steph decided to sleep at our crib. We had a slumber party. At around 3 am, we hit the sacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;April 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;We just stayed at home and watched good TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;April 22 and 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I forgot. Oh wait, we went to Kara's house and hung out. Nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;April 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;My other cousins came here. We practiced the whole day our "cotilion" for Abby's debut the next day. We danced to the classical tune of a certain song from Final Fantasy 8. We made the actions and shook our booty. Pat, Steph, Leslie, Kara, Andee and I had a girl talk about... well, girl stuff. I noticed that as years pass by, our girl talks also mature. We just don't talk about clothes, makeup and boys but we also tackle serious things like high school, family matters and weight issues. My cousins are good conversationalists. Love them. Later that evening, we went to thist secluded place called "Manokan". Lol. It was a place for roosters. You know, cockfighting. Haha. The oldies are obssessed with roosters so we checked out their humble abode. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;April 25 to 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;THE BIG DAY!!! It was Abby's 18th birthday. After all those reservations and gown fittings, they all came down to this day. We had our makeup and hair styling at Business Inn. The makeup was really gorgeous. We all looked like celebrities. No kidding. We wore our gowns aferwards. Mine was a lilac tube gown. It was hot. Later on the party started and everything just settled to their places. It was a very memorable night. The venue was nice (Business Inn), the food was deluctable and we all looked pretty.Check out my frienster and see a couple of pics. The party lasted at around 12:30 am. We went to The Sylvia Manor to sleep. Well, we didn't actually sleep. Pat and I spent the whole morning chatting. We stayed at their most expensive suite and there was a 24/7 internet connection. Oh god, we slept at 6 am. Why did we even bothered to sleep?? LOL. At 8 am we ate breakfast at their Cafe. We had pancakes. After that, we all went home and slept a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;April 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I totally forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;April 28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I slept the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;April 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;We went to Panaad.God, the people there were countless. I wonder why. The place was boring anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;April 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;We went mall-hopping. First, to Robinson's then second, to Gaisano. We visited the National Bookstore and I drooled over the beautiful books. Whenever I visit National, my head starts to ache and my vision whirls. Maybe because I am just inlove with the good books they're selling. Right now, I am dying to read "Five people you meet in Heaven". Some says it's really meaningful while others comment that it's not that impressive. Well, I got to try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;May 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;We went swimming at Palmas Del Mar. The place looked the same a year ago. Just a few developments. That's just about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;It has been a long week and I feel very exhausted. Pat and Steph will be leaving on Wednesday.I just hate saying goodbye. Anyway, my fingers are already sore of typing. See you next time. Tootles!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114648229293883352?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114648229293883352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114648229293883352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114648229293883352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114648229293883352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-of-summer-i-have-been-freakingly.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114558088961784901</id><published>2006-04-21T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:56:14.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovely Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this day, took a fresh morning bath and immediately faced the computer. Well, here I am. Blogging. Yesterday was a very lonely day. Electricity and water went out. I can still remember how things happened so fast. I was watching Average Joe 4 when the cable suddenly disappeared.The TV displayed gray sparky streaks or something. I felt bummed of course. I expected it to come back after a little while but the TV shut down. I opened a faucet and nothing was coming out of it. I just hated it. Terrible terrible day. I wanted to sleep the whole day but you can hardly sleep when a gallon of sweat is dripping from your face. Electricity went back at 5 pm. Now I know, I can't live without cable TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, as you can see, I changed my blog layout. My old one was too shabby. What was I even thinking when I decided to use it? The color was so not me and the tagboard looked outdated. It was a plain jane. I grew tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;The current blogskin I am using is totally rockin'. The pastel shade of pink gives it a "home-y" feeling. Plus, the entire layout is very organized. There are individual links for the entries, profile, and tagboard. Not to mention the display space is big enough for the pictures I'll be posting. How cool is that?? Of course, I got it from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogskin.com"&gt;www.blogskin.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;. Get awesome. Visit blogskin now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the other skins I tried to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/w0jfrm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;This one is nice but the white background makes it look all empty and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 464px; HEIGHT: 435px" height="623" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/w0kd9j.jpg" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I find this one too childish. The display space is too small. My sister is using this blogskin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="219" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/w0keoz.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;This skin is pretty cool but it has this "dark aura". There is also no space for a tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Speaking of tagboard, I am now using a cbox. It's prettier. If you're planning to make a blog, I suggest you use a cbox. Tagboards are really boring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cbox.ws"&gt;www.cbox.ws&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Hey, why don't you try mine and post a message. Anyway, I'll try to post more later. Tootles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114558088961784901?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114558088961784901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114558088961784901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114558088961784901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114558088961784901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/04/lovely-day-i-woke-up-early-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.tinypic.com/w0jfrm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114525726758261923</id><published>2006-04-18T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:01:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Guilty Confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Haay.I am back. I was gone for quite a long time. I gave up blogging as a Lenten sacrifice.It was the least thing I could have done for all the bitchyness I did this Lent. I failed to go to mass, ate meat during Fridays and I was a jackass who was too lazy to pray. Just remembering how sinful I am makes me feel all guilty again. I felt the same way when I happened to watch a little portion of "The passion of Christ" last Good Friday. Yeah. Just a small portion of it was enough to make me realize how "un-Christian" I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I admit, I am one of those who are struggling to be a devout Catholic. But somehow, its pretty hard to be one. Sure, I go to massbut whenever I do, my mind travels to Neverland. I also confessmonthly but the moment I step out of the church, I return to my evil ways again. Worse, without realizing it, I end up praying selfish prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Oh my golly...guilt..that is what I feel now. I have been really bad. Oh well, the best thing to do now is to move forward and try to be better. My starting point is to attend mass regularly. The rest will follow. I'll end this post with this statment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;"Everyday is a new Challenge of Transformation".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114525726758261923?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114525726758261923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114525726758261923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114525726758261923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114525726758261923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/04/guilty-confession-haay.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114465299320637242</id><published>2006-04-11T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:41:05.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;This week is Holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Yesterday marked the start of Holy Week. It was Palm Sunday and i missed it! I was sick yesterday. I was bedridden the whole morning. I felt like dying. But eventually, my healing powers came out and I am perfect right now. Anyway, I totally think it's time for some gossip right now so here are the scoops:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 555px" height="606" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/v45jqx.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;The Spears family recently had a family reunion to celebrate Jamie Lynn's 15th birthday. Everyone was all dressed up and having fun. I love Jamie's dress worn with those white flats. Jamie's fashion is so like Brit's but in this pic, she's rockin'. To tell you, I think Jamie is a lame actress. I hate her. I hate all the Spears. That's all.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 633px" height="707" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/v45nb4.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;The Olsen twins are again out in LA. Mk is disguised as an old man together with her piggy,bald bodyguard. She looks awful. She is a stick figure. I like her green Balenciaga bag though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Ashley is not disguised however. Her shoes are caliente. As you can see, the Olsen twins love fat bodyguards. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 572px" height="637" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/v45t9x.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I honestly think Rachel Bilson as a girlfriend is such a brat. Look at the picture!!! It was taken at THE OC set which I am a big fan of. But they look cute together. Check out Adam's hawt hawt underwear expose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 422px" height="467" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/v45u6c.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Look at this ridiculous picture of Lindsay Lohan wearing a skull cap. She looks very skinny. You know what, I suddenly became anti-stupid girls after watching Pink's hot new MTV. She is so true about the whole video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from Pinkisthenewblog.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Anyway, I managed to watch 13 movies last week. Courtesy of Video City and HBO. Here's the list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flightplan&lt;br /&gt;*The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;*Sacred Planet&lt;br /&gt;*Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith&lt;br /&gt;*A lot like Love&lt;br /&gt;*The Island&lt;br /&gt;*Just like Heaven&lt;br /&gt;*Black Knight&lt;br /&gt;*The Cave&lt;br /&gt;*Gothika&lt;br /&gt;*Chasing Liberty&lt;br /&gt;*Mermaids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among them, my top 5 faves are: The notebook, A lot like Love, The Island, Just like Heaven and Gothika.&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Liberty is over rated. I don't like it. The ending is so fecth. I'm very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;The Island is just phenomenal. The plot is amazing. God, I love it. Its one of my favorite movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;A lot like Love's soundtrack is very nice. I am currently downloading it.&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now. I still have to take a bath..wuhahaha..Ciao. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114465299320637242?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114465299320637242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114465299320637242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114465299320637242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114465299320637242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-week-is-holy-yesterday-marked.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/v45jqx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114411209314121774</id><published>2006-04-05T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T08:56:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I mentioned that I want this summer to be different but somehow, things just don't turn out the way I want them to. It is as if I live in a cycle that goes on and on. My summer days are quite the same and stereotypical. What a Bummer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Monday, I happened to stumble upon this really cool show. It's "Project Runway". I've heard about it before but I thought it was just another reality show. Well it is but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="319" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i2.tinypic.com/sy5a1k.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;It's a show dedicated to give designer hopefuls a shot at fame and fortune as they compete in weekly challenges and are given all the resources of a top designer to prepare a competitive runway show for the next New York Fall Fashion Week. The weekly challenges are really interesting. Yesterday, they were tasked to create the dreamy wedding gowns of their model clients. Gosh, models are such self-absorbing airheads.This week, they'll make swimsuits that can also be used as evening wear. Not to mention, they are only given 48 hours to complete their wardrobe. I guess I found the show that is perfectly for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Today, my sister Abby will be flying home at 4 pm. Woohooo!!! I miss her so much. She's in college.Specifically in UP Diliman.How cool is that? She's the Smartypants in the bunch. I haven't seen her for like 3 months. She comes home during Christmas and Sembreaks only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Well, at least now that she's home, they're something to do....gossip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114411209314121774?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114411209314121774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114411209314121774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114411209314121774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114411209314121774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/04/same-old-i-know-i-mentioned-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/sy5a1k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114380029071210497</id><published>2006-03-31T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:18:10.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Damn UV Rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Every inch of my skin is burned.Just a single touch and Im left with a stupid stinging sensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;We had our farewell party yesterday in a place where the sun really bursts. We had so much fun. And I am very very tan right now. Unfortunately, my parther in crime, Nadine, was not present. Butit was okay. It was still fun with the rest of the folks. Now I realized that I do really love our section especially my friends. It may sound supid but I gotta admit, I miss school. Well, except the homework, quizzes, and waking up in the morning at 6 am. I guess I just miss being with my friends and messin' around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Anyway, I watched "The Notebook" today. The movie indeed exceeded my high expectations. It was full of heavy drama but in a good way. The story was the best love story ever. I totlly love it. Tears were just streaming down my tears. I tried to hold them back but I guess, I just can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;After the movie, I pretended like nothing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I really think following summer days will be lazy and hot. Bored!!! I need some excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114380029071210497?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114380029071210497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114380029071210497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114380029071210497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114380029071210497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn-uv-rays-every-inch-of-my-skin-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114351047992483425</id><published>2006-03-29T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T09:48:43.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;The Hilton's trying into the animation world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I've read from gossip sites that socialites Paris and Nicky Hilton are creating their own animation series based from their own life. Here is a picture of their cartoon counterpart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 461px" height="500" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/seoytc.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I could not imagine how parents would react to this. Like the picture says "HIDE YOUR CHILDREN!". Oh, just thinking of how the animators would draw the making out sessions of the Hiltons make me barf in my mouth. Seriously, why waste time and precious air waves on drawing those dumb blondes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114351047992483425?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114351047992483425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114351047992483425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114351047992483425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114351047992483425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/hiltons-trying-into-animation-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/seoytc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114351199134715504</id><published>2006-03-29T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T10:16:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Pictures from the last days of my sophomore year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Here are some pictures with my friends taken during the last weeks of my school. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="240" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/septoi.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haay, gwapa gid ya samon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="232" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/seq0cl.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, grazelle chancing ;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="220" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/seq1lc.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cooking our very first lasagna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="238" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/seq4bn.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happee day with Christian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="240" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/seq6bk.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tres chicas guapa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="240" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/seq7ma.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pili lang ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 182px" height="197" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/seq9s4.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Left or right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 204px" height="243" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/seqb2w.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gossipists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="162" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/seqddj.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come'n and get me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/seqecm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abaw.Yuhum mayo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114351199134715504?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114351199134715504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114351199134715504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114351199134715504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114351199134715504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures-from-last-days-of-my_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/septoi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114328191239756241</id><published>2006-03-29T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T09:38:21.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;From runway to celebrities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;The Spring/Summer NY Fashion Week 2006 was held last February and celebs crowded Bryant Park, New York. They are perhaps, the designer's no. 1 clients. So here are some designer looks worn by celebrities. They're so fine. My favorites are Jessica's and Kirsten's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/MoniqueLhullier.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/mlaw05b.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;From Monique Lhullier to Jessica Alba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/guccim.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 107px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/mbaw05b.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;From Gucci to Mischa Barton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/dgfw05a.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/dgfw05b.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;From Dolce &amp; Gabbana to Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/dgaw05a.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/dgaw05b.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;From Dolce &amp; Gabbana to Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 115px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/dereklam.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/seophi.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;From Derek Lam to Rachel Bilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/c.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/chaw05b.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;From Chloe to Ashlee Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/amaw05a.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 122px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="30" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/amaw05b.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;From Alexander Mcqueen to Jessica Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/lacroix.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/lcaw05b.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;From Lacroix to Kirsten Dunst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114328191239756241?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114328191239756241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114328191239756241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114328191239756241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114328191239756241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-runway-to-celebrities.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/seophi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114324449196056102</id><published>2006-03-26T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T09:26:10.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Burned and happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I was fried under the scorching summer heat yesterday. It was my first summer gig. We went to Nadine's and made a splash. We had so much fun. Even if it means i'll get a tan which I am avoiding. But of course, I had to undergo alot of twist and turns with my mother in order for me to come to her Pool Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the party, we did many stupid things. Like they say, "girls justwant to have fun". A friend of mine wore only her bra.Hahahaha.(I can't mention her name or else she'll kill me.)&lt;br /&gt;Also, we had a "cheese stick issue". We ate the wrong cheese sticks. Oh and another one, Mary grace, Grazelle and moi went inside this inflatable circular something (salbabida) which it's capacity was only for a single person. We were like sardines. Then, we decided to climb up out of the pool and dive all together. God, it was so fun. We couldn't. It took us 10 minutes in order to stand up. It was so hard because your body movement should coordinate with one another. It's even harder when your laughing your heads off. I was crying, because of laughing. When we finally managed to stand up, it was pure bliss. We walked together toward the poolside. The Nadine pushed us and we crashed into the pool. Alot of water went inside my nose. But it was fun. Bonding moments are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll just understand when I post the pictures here. Oh, and the video too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am alone here in our house. I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Im too tired to do so. Worse, i have to do some household chores later on. Anyway, gtg!! Mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114324449196056102?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114324449196056102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114324449196056102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114324449196056102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114324449196056102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/burned-and-happy-i-was-fried-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114302396238808752</id><published>2006-03-22T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:39:22.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer is in, baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;School is officially signing off...for the meantime. And the spotlight is now on the sun. Really. It is super hot. Anyway, I added alot of stuff here today. Asa you can see, they're all summer related. I want to bring summer in my blog. Actually, I am planning to change my blog layout. I want to make my own personalized layout. One that screams CHARISSE. But unfortunately, I'm not that technogeeky to be able to know how to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;My past summers were all not worth remembering. All of them were the typical, stereotype summers wherein you swim,soak in the sun, and get your skin fried. It is just too depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I want to have a fun time. Perhaps go to beach parties, shop and find a summer job. But my very very strict 'rents won't allow me to. Sometimes, I think they're the hindrances to my happiness. ;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Today, was the final day of exams. We had Socials, Health and Music. I swear, I'm going to flunk music. I mean, nobody studies that subject.Really. Plus, it's like 5% of your final grade. So I didn't study the stupid subject and I don't care.Not at all. My sister flunks that subject too but look at her now, she's in UP Diliman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;This examination, I cut down my caffeine intake. I drank coffee only once. Ha! Also, I didn't really work hard this period. Besides, it's the end of the schoolyear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;In the afternoon, we practiced our PE practical exam which is a folk dance. I think folk dances are a bit weird. Especially the one with those hollow black circular objects placed on the knees, shoulders and etc. We're dancing Tiklos and Sakuting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Here's my summer plans for the rest of the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;*Belated Pool Party at Nadine's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;*As much as possible, avoid tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;*Plan my summer outfits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;*Find a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;*fix our chaotic room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;*Sleep. The last time I slept earlier than 10 pm was when i was still in kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;*Have a haircut. My hair style is so outdated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;And that's it.I guess Im not fullybooked this summer so I will have more time to post entries in my blog. Anyway, i'll post later. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114302396238808752?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114302396238808752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114302396238808752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114302396238808752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114302396238808752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/summer-is-in-baby-school-is-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114299512712386729</id><published>2006-03-22T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:48:21.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Hotta Hotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Summer has finally arrived! Oh yeah! School year '05-'06 is now just a distant memory. Buh-bye cruel homeworks and f*ckin' long quizzes. Well, at least for 2 months. Anyway, this summer i want to be progressive. You know, not just spending all my time in siesta and be a boob tube. I want to do something fun. Something worth remembering. I'll think about it later on. For the meantime, I'll just breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;This summer is a fashion show for me. So, for the next following weeks, i'll be posting &lt;strong&gt;paparazzi &lt;/strong&gt;pictures of hollywood celebs and well, criticize them.Haha. Also, I'll put photos of what Im wearing and what's hot. Here's a piece of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Olsen Fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/7612a70b.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Oh, what's that Mk? Stealing an urn from someone's funeral? Well, you look like a thief to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;With that hideous boots you're wearing. Please take off those leggings. Euw. Reminds me of leprechauns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Mark: C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/a74064bd.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Sweatshirts have always been regarded as the favorites of fashion victims. But in this pic, Mk looks good on it. Compliments a "out and about" look. The tight leggings (again?) worn with that blue pump just does'nt work at all. Mk, seriously, what's with you and leggings?&lt;br /&gt;Mark: B-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/n.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;This is Ashley out in Beverly Hills. Cool. Very retro. Loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Mark: A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/c849971d.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;The twins in blazers. Blazers are normally for office wear but they pulled it off. Chic and corporate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Mark: A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/untitledmn.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Mk out with a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Is that a fur coat? I hate those. Just thinking that an innocent animal payed his life to make that petty fur coat. But anyway, I absolutely love her front-opened pump. The heels are thick but really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Mark: B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;The Olsen fashion is not that bad. Well, maybe Mk's is. But Ashley is chic. She's a vintage vixen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;And besides, we can't blame Mk. She lives in New York. You can wear anything and everything there. Plus, she's filthy rich. If you wear garbage, people will love it just because you're rich. If you have the dollars, you are automatically a trendsetter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114299512712386729?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114299512712386729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114299512712386729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114299512712386729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114299512712386729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/hotta-hotta-3-2-1-summer-has-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114248601951986132</id><published>2006-03-16T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T13:13:39.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Friends and moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 175px" height="161" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/Image018.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Luigi and Charisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="159" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/Image017.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Grazelle and Charisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="153" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/Image016.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Grazelle and charisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 144px" height="145" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/snappy708.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Nadine and Charisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="139" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/snappy716.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Charisse, Sophie and nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img height="146" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/snappy714.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Sophie, charisse and nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114248601951986132?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114248601951986132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114248601951986132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114248601951986132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114248601951986132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/friends-and-moi-luigi-and-charisse.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114233430897115221</id><published>2006-03-14T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:05:09.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Almost over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Hahaha. This week is the last one for school year '05-'06!! Woohoo! My long wait is almost over. But life, as you know it, comes with lots of twists and turns. Before happiness, I will undergo first the torture of examinations. :'C Anyway, since my sophomore year is coming to an end, I will make sure it's last few days will be a bomb. And i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.. As if. How can I make this week a bomb when I flunked our Algebra Seatwork yesterday? And today, we had another freakin' one and I am keeping my fingers crossed for an acceptable mark. Oh well. Lazy algebra afternoons will be memories in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened two days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Black out the whole day but luckily, the lights came back just in time for One Tree Hill. Whoah! It's a new season! Finally, it arrived in the Phil. It was airing already in the states since summer of last year. The pilot episode was oh-so-dramatic. I loved every moment of it. Peyton's got this very retro hairstyle. Brooke came back from summer transformed into a b*tchier b*tch. Haley returned to Tree Hill and perhaps, is regreting for leaving it in the first place. Nathan and Lucas are still very lucious cuties. Summer is complete with OTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I cooked breakfast( Part of our weekly routine). As I have mentioned earlier, we had this seatwork in Algebra. It was so spirit-crushing. Really. Whenever Math crosses my mind, I suddenly feel weak and helpless. I slept at 2 am last night so I couldn't help it but to doze off in class. Good for me, it was our Biology class. EVERYONE sleeps in Biology. Back to the 2 am sleep, you might be wondering why a young girl like me sleeps in the we hours of the morning. Well, I am too. Hmm.. maybe because it's a result of my crammimg sessions.Haha. I love cramming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114233430897115221?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114233430897115221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114233430897115221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114233430897115221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114233430897115221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/almost-over-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114207308354544836</id><published>2006-03-12T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:31:23.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Empty week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/th0693.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week was like blah! It was so fast, It felt like just a single day. I don't like this week. It's irksome and a pain in the butt. Anyway, next week is examinations.Again. I know. What a bummer. It will be the last and will also be the most tiring. I am really not in the mood for school right now since summer is kicking off.So, I expect low marks this grading period. Heck, I don't really care. Summer here I come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I am really busy today. I went to school and did our backgrounds for our newscasting. It will be our finals for our speech subject. At this moment I am eating almond cheese cake (yum yum! try eating at Calea) and doing our script. Duh. That is what I always do. I am "the scriptwriter". Well, i love my job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;When i opened my blog, I saw the tagboard was full of messages. All smiles for me! I am glad that people finally realize the existence of this crap. There was one from Pat and another from April. Thanks to you! C;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;By the way, I am a free girl now. I got over my "issues". I eat whatever I want. Hahaha. To tell you, even though I diet or overeat, my weight still remains 100 pounds. Isn't it nice?&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/th0693.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114207308354544836?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114207308354544836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114207308354544836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114207308354544836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114207308354544836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/empty-weekthis-week-was-like-blah-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114164496138778865</id><published>2006-03-06T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:36:01.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Give me some music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Let's give it up for Weezer with Perfect Situtation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://videocodes4u.com/video/file_45956.asx" width="300" height="250" type="application/x-mplayer2" displaysize="0" enablecontextmenu="0" loop="True" showstatusbar="0" showcontrols="1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezer - Perfect Situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://videocodes4u.com/"&gt;Provided by VideoCodes4U.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114164496138778865?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114164496138778865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114164496138778865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114164496138778865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114164496138778865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/give-me-some-music-lets-give-it-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114147199901900450</id><published>2006-03-05T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:27:30.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Let's talk about: Bergdorf blondes by Plum Sykes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="192" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/untitledq.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/th1807.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you think Brazilian is a nationality, that PJs are pajamas, and that beyond is somewhere far away, then you have never met a Bergdorf blonde. Welcome to the glamorous world of Park Avenue princesses who careen through New York in search of the ever-elusive fiance and the perfect fake tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people would think, “ &lt;em&gt;this book is stupid. It’s nonsense!Plain fluff stuff&lt;/em&gt;”. But hello? BB is a funny light read. It’s supposed to make you laugh. Not think. The Bergdorf Blondes are not meant to be taken seriously, as lets face it, in most ways, they are quite silly, but this is hilarious, &amp;amp; I think this is the intention of the author. I found it hilarious and playful. Reading this is like an inside look of the life of the rich and famous. If you loved sex and the city, then this one’s for you. It’s full of fashion and haute couture stuff. (the author, Plum Sykes, is a contributing editor of Vogue.) BB is a happy book. But it’s not really meaningful and deep but it is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bergdorf Blondes is an accurate and terribly funny social satire on the lives of the young, vapid, and fabulously wealthy. It's a timely and laugh-out-loud look at today's heiresses and the like whom we regularly see photographed in tabloid and style magazines.&lt;br /&gt;This book is sort of mature. Not for kids under 13 or those who are close-minded. It’ll bring out your feminine side and tickle your funny bone. Also, it’s not for the clueless. Get what I mean? I give 3 and ½ stars for Bergdorf Blondes.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/th1807.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114147199901900450?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114147199901900450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114147199901900450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114147199901900450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114147199901900450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-talk-about-bergdorf-blondes-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114147082702726357</id><published>2006-03-02T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T19:13:47.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Riding cars with strangers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/6a0aa69e.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you may not notice but riding the jeepney is an adventure. You climb into a vehicle full of strangers and pay a fine for it. You meet people from all walks of life. And to think, this car of persons you have never known before will actually bring you back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like commuting because it gives me the opportunity to think. Plus, you can feel the wind caressing your cheeks and blowing through your hair. But of course, there is always an annoying part during jeepney rides. One example is when inconsiderate people belch smoke. Euw. Really sticky. Another is when your seatmates are, well, some kind of grossie. Especially when the jeep is overloaded. You can barely breathe! Lastly, the security. You’ll never know if the cute guy in front of you is actually a kidnapper or pickpocketer .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the jeepney is cool. It is a part of the Philippine history. But of course, private rides are the coolest. No doubt about it.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/6a0aa69e.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114147082702726357?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114147082702726357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114147082702726357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114147082702726357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114147082702726357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/03/riding-cars-with-strangers-some-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114142680308108732</id><published>2006-03-01T06:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:35:54.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;self-control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/th126.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im bloated. Damn, overate again! Its hard to believe that a thin girl like me would eat so much food. But believe me, it is true. My stomach will burst anytime. Haaay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick recap: I got fed up from my diet and quit a week ago. After all my hardwork, I didnt even lose one single pound. My spirit was crushed. And as expected, I found comfort in food. So now, here I am feeling guilty and disappointed. I was doing so fine and was actually progressing. Today, I have made up my mind. I am starting again tomorrow since its Ash Wednesday. A day of fasting. A while ago was my turning point. We ate out and I realized that I have to break this habit. Its a matter of self-control. You see, I always eat in-between meals. I spend most of my money on them. So, when the proper mealtime comes, I loose my appetite, eat less good food and later on, munch on some unhealthy ones. I am a very bad girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;I feel sad because people keep on criticizing me about the way I eat. (I know you are too.) Please dont. If you just know both sides of the story, youll take back your words. I am a big girl. I know what Im doing. I absolutely don’t want to end up like Nicole Richie and Hilary Duff. Anorexia is a no-no. I have my limitations. Maybe I’m just having “issues” like every other young souls out there. So, dont judge me. Hater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/th126.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114142680308108732?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114142680308108732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114142680308108732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114142680308108732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114142680308108732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/02/self-control-im-bloated.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114144247550461096</id><published>2006-02-20T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:21:15.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Today's my sister's prom. everyone's all dolled up! God, i feel very bad. I'm the ugly duckling here.!!Btw, I making a photo album on photobucket so you watch out. later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114144247550461096?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114144247550461096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114144247550461096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114144247550461096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114144247550461096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/02/prom-todays-my-sisters-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114051871170148006</id><published>2006-02-16T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:46:53.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Back on the Diet Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/th3038.gif" border="0" /&gt;Today, I started dieting again. I mean, my fats are accumulating. They're unacceptable for a girl like moi. Plus, summer's fast approaching and I need to improve my tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;The sad part is, it's a breeze to build up fats and it is like learning Hebrew to lose them. For a food-lover like me, it is like murder! Food is my guilty pleasure. When I'm bored, I eat. When i pass by the fridge, I eat. When I see pictures of food, I eat. I think im overeating. Really depressing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;In fact, I have the worst dieting history. I have tried to diet before and they all crashed. I did improper diets. You know, the "sky flakes" and "fruitarian" diet. In the long run, I realized that I was killing myself. I was starving like a skinny little street dog. Good thing a did not end up being an anorexic bitch. Euw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Today, I am going to have a proper and correct diet. A low-carb and obviously low-calorie one. I'll limit my calorie intake to a thousand and just eat a half cup of rice. Listing down everything that I put into my mouth is also a great thing to avoid cheating. Well, as for now, all I can do is to build up my strength so that I can say no to tempations of food. Duh. Discipline is a must!&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/th3038.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114051871170148006?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114051871170148006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114051871170148006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114051871170148006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114051871170148006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-on-diet-avenue-today-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114051644994654632</id><published>2006-02-15T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:37:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talkin 'bout L-O-V-E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/ththtext1_cutepiiggy1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/thvalentines026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/th0645.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How lovely. It's valentine's day. The certain day of the year when everyone's allowed to kiss, cuddle, snuggle, and break the "innocence". Well, hope you had an &lt;em&gt;enchanting &lt;/em&gt;hearts day. That is all I can really say. Speechless. Whoever you are, I want to give you my sweetest smoochies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Mmmuuuuwwwaaahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/th7077f5f3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Don't worry, I don't spread cooties. Ciao!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/th0645.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114051644994654632?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114051644994654632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114051644994654632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114051644994654632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114051644994654632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/02/talkin-bout-l-o-v-e-how-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-114000608078949505</id><published>2006-02-12T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:47:26.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The downfalls of exams&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/thothers71.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/thcuteflutterbys.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally exams are over. I can now breathe. Tell me about it, it is just so so irksome to study all day. My memory was overused. My eye bags and pimples grew like crazy. Plus, whenever it’s exams, I absolutely turn into one unhealthy chick considering the amount of caffeine I consume from the ever-stimulating Nescafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was even worse. It was the moment of truth. The results were given out. I prayed the night before. I asked God to please, please have pity on this little girl, on bended knees, (okay, I wasn’t really on bended knees. I was Indian sitting) begging for a miracle to happen. But, somehow, miracles sometimes aren’t meant to take place in just a snap. So, the fruits of my labor were, voila, totally spirit-crushing results. Disappointed, as usual. Injustice, that’s what I always get. To sum it all up, exams are hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it’s all in the past now. This grading period, I’m giving my best shot (yeah right) to pull up my class rank. I mean, from 10 it became 15 and last grading period, it degraded to 16. :c I know I’m smarter than those kids. I am just well, lazy. I’m the epitome of lazy people with the “potential”. Omg. I think I’m turning into a total sloth. Pff… Complicated world. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/thcuteflutterbys.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/thevea.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21533399-114000608078949505?l=the-makebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114000608078949505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21533399&amp;postID=114000608078949505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114000608078949505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21533399/posts/default/114000608078949505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-makebelieve.blogspot.com/2006/02/downfalls-of-exams-finally-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Charisse B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807098209850152586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YU9iTwTLaA/S-cEfotAClI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sMfmInTeCdk/S220/GEDC1568.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21533399.post-113938268153398909</id><published>2006-02-02T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:52:25.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt; A waiting princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/thvalentines080ey.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/thvalentines033et.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/thvalentines128mw.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c256/cute_snow_kitty/tiny%20picz/th256.gif" /&gt;Wow. Time flies really fast.Really really fast. I was just decorating our christmas tree and was building up my holiday fats and now, it's February!(sadly, I haven't lost my holiday fats. *sniff*) A while ago, I was walking down the hallways of a college building in school. I noticed there were pink hearts and cupids posted on the bulletin boards. There was even one with a boy-girl-kissing paper cut out. Love is in the air once again. Literally. Take a deep breath and you can actually smell the fragrance of love.(whatever that is.) The much awaited Valentine's day is coming. Haaay.. i feel depressed. It's Feb and i have nowhere to go. Still alone as usual. To tell you, i never liked that day. I mean, while everone's blushing and receiving roses from their beaus and being all mushy, I'm the one just sitting on a corner,observing, faking a smile and pretending to have a great time when in fact, it feels like hell. Hey, im not jealous. I just feel well, out of place.(okay,okay, i lil bit jealous.) On Feb 14, there's going to be alot of faking to do. Its gonna be a long day.Long,long day. Mr. Cupid's arrow always misses me and the lovebug doesn't feel like biting me or contaminating me with the so-called L.O.V.E epidemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the loveless me. Hmmm... maybe im just the type of girl that doesn't want to kiss too many frogs because maybe, maybe she'll get cooties later on. Yeah, i hate cooties.Gross. So, on V-day, you know where to find me. I'll be in my little corner waiting. Waiting for my somewhat lost prince to finally find his way to my sad heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a182/gurlriz_cha/thdnce.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To my prince: "&lt;em&gt;Im tired of being alone. 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