<?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-3202622091824420565</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:07:33.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Twist of Fate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202622091824420565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KimehTehAwesomehst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05120346722847541916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Sjj7TZ02-oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oznqm2gSTnU/S220/Rin_Len_by_taroru.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202622091824420565.post-7653340666564544019</id><published>2009-07-15T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:06:26.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMGGG! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Sl3GEYCZ7HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JTq0QwBcf-M/s1600-h/cute-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358656910115073138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Sl3GEYCZ7HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JTq0QwBcf-M/s200/cute-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phooey&lt;/strong&gt;. It's been &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt; since I've blogged. x_x Well anyways, my blog today would rather be short and boring since I'm in a hurry, yeah yeah, curfew thingy. - rolls eyes -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Also kinda busy nowadays, next week's our midterm exam, translation: NO COMPUTER! T ~ T Torture isn't it? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gawdd. The past weeks were awesome! :3 Last Saturday I went to school for the Entrep seminar thingy but I was late so I didn't attend it and watched the CAT and Dance audition instead. Haha. It was soo cool! Only Eric, Levy and Maggie were the ones from LG 1230, but Jayvee was there too! Not a big suprise much. Haha :]] He was even wearing the WoW T-Shirt. Proud to be HCECian. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well after that, I was getting hungry so I just went to SM city Naga and gawdd was I terrified, since I was alone with so many people. Dx I just ate at Jollibee's and walked around the mall, buying some books and keychains. I wanted to watch Transformers again but just shoved the thought away since I had to be home at 3 pm and it was already 2:15 pm. I even saw my old teachers there! xD Haha. SIr Melvin gave me a bone crushing hug. x_x I even saw our old principal with honey! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well anyways, that's what happened last saturday, while last last saturday, we had our Museum Tour, we had to wait for about an hour since SM opens at 10 am and the Museum Tour ended at about 8:50 am. I jsut waited with Gladys, my yummy mummy. xD Haha. I wanted to change badly to pants and t-shirt since the uniform was killing me. Phooey O: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After half an hour waiting, Gladys and I went to her aunt's office or something, I dunno what it's called but I just changed there since they have a bathroom there. :D Finally I changed into comfy flip flops, black pants and a blue-green hoodie t-shirt. And off we went to SM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Most of my classmates were in SM already, even Ross and Eric, I also saw Jeboi, Michael, Xian and other boys. Eunice, Andrea and the others were there. And Lara even got a new hair cut! xD Well anyways, I watched Villa Estrella with Gladys, Elysia and the others. I had to catch the movie 3 times! The first one, I only saw the beginning, the second one, I was always standing up and going outside since I'm looking for someone, and finally on the third try I completely watched the movie T ~ T It wasn't thrilling anymore and I was already laughing my ass out than shrieking like a banshee since Gladys kept screaming. She even threw my popcorn! My LARGE popcorn! T ~ T complete with Sprite. @_@ Gawdd. Poor popcorn goodness. It was even treated by Elysia and went down down the floor O: Poor popcorn. Popcorns should have justice! \m/ &lt;strong&gt;Popcorn Rules&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ehem. So anyways, I finally met Vonns, Elysia's Prince Charming - insert smirk - :D  Puppyeyes &lt;3&gt;. :]] And guess what I saw &gt;u&gt; Eric with a girl. Uiii! Cheesy talaga mga tao ngayon! Cheessssyyy! Ibblog ko yan! Wait, I'm already blogging ain't I? Haha. Stupid me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well anyways, while I was out, I didn't know that Elysia was leaving since Gladys already left earlier T ~ T So I had to sit with Vonns, whom I don't really know. :D But anyways, the movie was cool so it's alright. I arrived home at about 7:30 pm so mom was really worried. *sighs* Poor mommy, I'm sorry T ~ T &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm late, but see? I learned how to go to Naga and back by myself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:D Lame excuse, I know. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well anyways, I've been always saying anyways, haha :D Our intrams would be on August 7 - 8 , 2009. Annoying =_= on my birthday! Now I have to treat Kenji, Jayvee and the others T ~ T Poor wallet of mine. Haha :]] And also, our team name is iVINTAGE. Yeah yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nothing's new right now, except for the fact that I'm already a mother *GASPS* well just for fun, but hey, being a mother of two twelve years old is hard! Especially when I didn't know I was already married. Haha. That would be totally gross. Oh. Ross! Haha. But it makes me happy to hear someone call me mommy again, since I remember my wittle grade 2 cutie pies children T ~ T I miss them so much, the way they hang on to me and never letting go is aDORKable. T ~ T I'm gonna visit them soon. I miss my babies &gt;~&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well that was pretty long. Haha :]] So I end my bloggie here. Thanks for reading? Lmao. Pocky for you if you finish reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kimeh ;]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202622091824420565-7653340666564544019?l=kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/feeds/7653340666564544019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/2009/07/zomggg-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202622091824420565/posts/default/7653340666564544019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202622091824420565/posts/default/7653340666564544019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/2009/07/zomggg-xd.html' title='ZOMGGG! XD'/><author><name>KimehTehAwesomehst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05120346722847541916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Sjj7TZ02-oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oznqm2gSTnU/S220/Rin_Len_by_taroru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Sl3GEYCZ7HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JTq0QwBcf-M/s72-c/cute-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202622091824420565.post-2722999114798477061</id><published>2009-07-02T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:06:10.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Skyic82EAEI/AAAAAAAAADs/OK_U7LJNLNE/s1600-h/1294116mqqhuo5lu5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Skyic82EAEI/AAAAAAAAADs/OK_U7LJNLNE/s200/1294116mqqhuo5lu5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353832675289595970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;already. Time sure flies fast. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha xD. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyways,&lt;/span&gt; guess what? guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored.&lt;/span&gt; Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3202622091824420565-2722999114798477061?l=kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/feeds/2722999114798477061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/2009/07/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202622091824420565/posts/default/2722999114798477061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202622091824420565/posts/default/2722999114798477061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/2009/07/o.html' title='O:'/><author><name>KimehTehAwesomehst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05120346722847541916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Sjj7TZ02-oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oznqm2gSTnU/S220/Rin_Len_by_taroru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Skyic82EAEI/AAAAAAAAADs/OK_U7LJNLNE/s72-c/1294116mqqhuo5lu5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202622091824420565.post-1938372123151494056</id><published>2009-06-25T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:51:16.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SkOAw8EN4EI/AAAAAAAAADk/SF97G7JM7YM/s1600-h/Amu-TouchtheStars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SkOAw8EN4EI/AAAAAAAAADk/SF97G7JM7YM/s200/Amu-TouchtheStars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351262360492171330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;So this is it then. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt;. I've had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm happy&lt;/span&gt;. It's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what I'm talking about? Well let's start on the day I ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;e in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LG 1230, &lt;/span&gt;at first I was really annoyed of the seating arrangement since most boys are the ones around me, and I do not, repeat I do not get along with boys that I don't really know easily. And that's when something happened. I don't know why but I just turned around and saw him and then poof! My tummy had butterflies. I was horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was annoyed, really really pissed off. My mind was spinning saying: 'What the heck?' O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I noticed that my cheeks were a bit red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I was mad. Really mad. I decided to ignore it and stop looking, but I can't, since he's just effing sitting in front of me. I was disappointed, I never thought something like this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew? That's how cruel fate was. And I'm here blabbing stupid things about having a tiny bit of crush. But that's not the point. I'm blabbing about how pissed off I am when I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;It was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8th of June&lt;/span&gt;. Today is the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 25th of June&lt;/span&gt;. How many days, or weeks have I had a crush on him? Oh. That's right. 17 days, or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 weeks and 3 days&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't want to have a crush, since it's annoying when you feel that your throat goes dry when he talks to you and you can't think properly. It's really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him. Yeah, I do. I don't know why. But I hate him, but then again I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;So from today on, I realized something. It was just a crush. No more no less. And at least I got some sense pushed inside my thick skull; I was stupid. That's what I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'This 25th of June is the day where it all ends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free again. He's not the subject of my mind anymore. He's just a friend, a classmate, a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I was me again. I'm happy. I'm happy that I had a crush on him for a short time. And now, I'm not going to have anymore crushes, I don't know why, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank him for that, whatever he did. Haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Wanna know who he is? Let me show you his picture then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SkN9chkSInI/AAAAAAAAADU/LwQ63bFztaI/s1600-h/Img00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SkN9chkSInI/AAAAAAAAADU/LwQ63bFztaI/s200/Img00093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351258711246643826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's the one on the left. Beside Ross. Know him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SkN97ZOFTwI/AAAAAAAAADc/GsGaADgyEMw/s1600-h/Img00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SkN97ZOFTwI/AAAAAAAAADc/GsGaADgyEMw/s200/Img00042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351259241581989634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That's him. Haha :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah yeah. I know you know who it is now. It's Eric. Haha. But then again, if you read my blog clearly you doofus who judges things easily! D&lt;&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Byee. xD&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Kimeh ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202622091824420565-1938372123151494056?l=kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/feeds/1938372123151494056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/2009/06/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202622091824420565/posts/default/1938372123151494056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202622091824420565/posts/default/1938372123151494056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/2009/06/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>KimehTehAwesomehst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05120346722847541916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Sjj7TZ02-oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oznqm2gSTnU/S220/Rin_Len_by_taroru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SkOAw8EN4EI/AAAAAAAAADk/SF97G7JM7YM/s72-c/Amu-TouchtheStars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202622091824420565.post-786116788113658236</id><published>2009-06-20T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:42:48.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a Teenager?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SjzZELptg0I/AAAAAAAAADE/RpGEMFDnvqI/s1600-h/e8933bcbed818c123b57a9021ce28ef11244043713_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SjzZELptg0I/AAAAAAAAADE/RpGEMFDnvqI/s200/e8933bcbed818c123b57a9021ce28ef11244043713_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349389123279749954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was wondering if I am already. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lemme get straight to the point xD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometimes I wonder 'Why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;? He's just.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a normal average guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But why? Why can't I look at others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;the same way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; anymore? Why is it always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;? I don't even really know him! Compared to others.. I was like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;complete stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. But I, I was the girl sitting behind him, I was the girl he always asks if we had home works, I was the girl who checked his quizzes, I was the girl who got into a joke argument with him concerning.. simple math answers. So why?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;why can't I give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though I say a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and shout it to the whole world that I don't have a crush on him.. when he turns around, smiles, and asks me something or joke about something, my throat goes dry and butterflies are in my stomach, which is unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear tummy, sorry for the butterflies lately, it's his fault not mine! O:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Is this my evolution to a teenager? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&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/3202622091824420565-786116788113658236?l=kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/feeds/786116788113658236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-teenager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202622091824420565/posts/default/786116788113658236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202622091824420565/posts/default/786116788113658236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-teenager.html' title='Am I a Teenager?'/><author><name>KimehTehAwesomehst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05120346722847541916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Sjj7TZ02-oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oznqm2gSTnU/S220/Rin_Len_by_taroru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SjzZELptg0I/AAAAAAAAADE/RpGEMFDnvqI/s72-c/e8933bcbed818c123b57a9021ce28ef11244043713_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202622091824420565.post-2852857248284641492</id><published>2009-06-19T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:39:54.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SjuGq52t6BI/AAAAAAAAACw/c6MxfL920Z8/s1600-h/misausui_icon_5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SjuGq52t6BI/AAAAAAAAACw/c6MxfL920Z8/s200/misausui_icon_5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349017054075545618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This day is the worst. =_= Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wanna know why? O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The so-called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'crush'&lt;/span&gt; I have on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;classmate&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;leaked out&lt;/span&gt;. Horrible, isn't it? But why oh why I wonder, why does he still talk to me? Since most boys usually tend to be away to girl when they know that the girl has a crush on them. O: He and his friend is always, uh following? I don't know. I just think so. And it's getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A N N O Y I N G&lt;/span&gt;. I think that's why he's not going away. He's friggin' annoying me. =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My high school life.. is about to turn into a nightmare. &lt;/span&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;* Gonna edit this post on sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202622091824420565-2852857248284641492?l=kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/feeds/2852857248284641492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/2009/06/annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202622091824420565/posts/default/2852857248284641492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202622091824420565/posts/default/2852857248284641492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimehtehawesomehst.blogspot.com/2009/06/annoying.html' title='Annoying.'/><author><name>KimehTehAwesomehst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05120346722847541916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/Sjj7TZ02-oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oznqm2gSTnU/S220/Rin_Len_by_taroru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2GOS75UBcn8/SjuGq52t6BI/AAAAAAAAACw/c6MxfL920Z8/s72-c/misausui_icon_5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
