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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 14:30:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Trip to Cebu :)</title>
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  <description>I don&apos;t want to be like all those other people who cross-post after cross-post after cross-post stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I will tell you that it was awesome :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s something that I really wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had lotsa shots in Cebu and the conference itself, there&apos;s only one epic pic that I won&apos;t forget taking.&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;122&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0001cggk/s320x240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Cebu XDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other pics are in multiply and facebook :P. And the cross-posting ends there XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 12:47:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>SEMBREAK!!!!</title>
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  <description>WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire week was FAIL. Like, super-fail-to-the-max-like-what-the-eff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ondoy threw off my end-of-sem mode. And this lead to sleeping early, (&apos;cause I wake up on time for classes) and downing coffee late at night like nobody&apos;s business. Throwing off my penial gland&apos;s sleeping schedule XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we all crammed the &amp;quot;optional requirements&amp;quot; for our subjects and gradually (slowly, but surely) lost regained sleep from Ondoy I can finally say that I am on break :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-note:&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose this freaking weight T^T.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn&apos;t able to do it properly last sem.&lt;br /&gt;I was fat na nga, I&apos;m fatter pa NAO.&lt;br /&gt;God, help me!&amp;nbsp;T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a great way to start the break!!!&amp;nbsp;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Flagpaulinians, SEE YOU THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 14:30:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Be proud ^_______^</title>
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  <description>Be proud, fellow eagles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.topuniversities.com/university-rankings/world-university-rankings/2009/results&quot;&gt;http://www.topuniversities.com/university-rankings/world-university-rankings/2009/results&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_______^&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 16:15:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Reality of my decission making</title>
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  <description>Never in my life have I realized how clouded my decisions become or how irrational my actions are when angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had the chance to look back at those times when I acted without thinking. Damn was I stupid @_@. And damn did the aftereffects hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to the person I snapped at... My most public apology. Ahehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s harder to snap at a person, well, in person. But it&apos;s way easier to do it online or through text. Am I right, people? So, again. My apologies. And to all those people who didn&apos;t deserve it. To those that did, sorry na lang. hehe.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 07:02:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Pepeng and Others...</title>
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  <description>GUYS. PLEASE BE PREPARED ABOUT THE NEW TYPHOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It&apos;s type 5. Like Hurricane Katrina&lt;br /&gt;2) It might reach us by 9pm&lt;br /&gt;3) Charge your phones, Meralco may shut down some areas for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;4) Prepare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I learned how cruel the world actually is. I learned that there is no such thing as world unity as long as we individuals will never TRULY and WHOLEHEARTEDLY accept others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I went to mass. And the priest talked about world unity. It was the biggest pile of shit I&apos;ve ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want to preach unity to everyone who is reading this. I will not BEG all of you to drop your beliefs against accepting people you would not want to accept. Because I also discriminate. I discriminate those who discriminate others. I also cannot accept those who don&apos;t believe what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m just voicing out how freaking pissed I am at how people can &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; be sooooooooooo freaking IGNORANT and CLOSED-MINDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I learned that no amount of alcohol will help you forget whatever problems you have. Hahahaha!!!!&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 02:16:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Now or Never.</title>
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  <description>I just realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it&apos;s second year... guys... WE DON&apos;T HAVE ADVISORY MARKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;M SCARED SHITLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then imma die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever comes first. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gots a new hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s more breezy now. I can save up on shampoo and conditioner. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth every penny xD</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 09:22:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The importance of load.</title>
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  <description>Today, I got text from AIESEC saying that they made a text group thing which unknowingly takes P15 bucks in order for me to receive 30 free messages from them for the entire month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read it, I was like:&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger;&quot;&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;NO FUCKING WAY!&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to check my load to see that I was P15 short and could not do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make myself feel better, I tried to think about it a bit and say that&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;it was &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; P15&amp;quot; . I then thought harder to realize it was P15 &lt;strong&gt;worth of load.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, trying my best to keep myself from spending an average of P25 worth of load a day in order to save up. Then here comes this unwanted spammer messing up my saving plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s really upsetting, &apos;cause every peso counts. You&apos;ll never know when you&apos;ll need that peso to have P10 to make that emergency call or that last piso to text your dad where to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. It makes you realize a value of a piso, doesn&apos;t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&apos;mon pre-paid users. Back me up!&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 15:23:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Project went belly-up. Bye-bye, Project =((</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story of Project&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I got you, you were just a task during my hell week extension.&lt;br /&gt;My only intention was to take a picture with you for my com100 assignment,&lt;br /&gt;After that I wanted nothing of you.&lt;br /&gt;But then the pet owner guy convinced me that he wouldn&apos;t you to me unless I took good care of you.&lt;br /&gt;Which meant: getting a good bowl, buying food, water neutralizer and having to change the water in your bowl every two days.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, someone asked Ella asked me what your name was.&lt;br /&gt;Forced, I called you Project. Since that was what you were to me. A project.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I you know, you mean more to me now than you did five days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that fateful day, your fat fat face was the was of the things that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;During this awful week when I needed the slightest pick-me-up--you were it.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I came home from school, I&apos;d feed you and watch you swim in your tiny bowl.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d clean and watch you move around happily in the clear water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fed you. Cleaned your bowl. Made sure you were still swimming.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I did all those things by myself for a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the bowl is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&apos;cause there is no use keeping the bowl there while it&apos;s empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I&apos;m very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can move on. But you&apos;re proof that I know I can&apos;t handle responsibilities bigger than a goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;If I can&apos;t handle losing you. What more if I would lose a dog just &apos;cause of old age?&lt;br /&gt;My heart will break TT^TT.&lt;br /&gt;But let&apos;s not think about that now. I have an old dog in the &amp;quot;back yard&amp;quot;, waiting to buy the farm.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 14:09:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Petition. Admu vs. La Salle. Wedding</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.petitiononline.com/ccaparas/petition.html&quot;&gt;WHY CARLO J. CAPARAS SHOULD BE STRIPPED OFF HIS &amp;quot;National Artist for Visual Arts and Film&amp;quot; TITLE.&lt;br /&gt;sign the petition if you agree :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had witnessed the most WTF-ery game in Admu vs. La Salle history. No offense to any La Salle friends on Lj (although I don&apos;t know if I have any @_@), but they were creamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commend Joshua(sp?) Webb for his very skilled maneuvering around the court. &lt;em&gt;Ang bilis! Namangha ako&lt;/em&gt; @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the tickets I got, were legit. Not like the rip off Gen Ad tickets I got last year: P600 for a gen ad ticket. That&apos;s what happens when you know nothing about buying tickets legally and buying from a scalper. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;I went to my second cousin&apos;s wedding yesterday. And on that day, I discovered many things.&lt;br /&gt;1) Never let my mom convince me to have a part in anyone&apos;s wedding evar.&lt;br /&gt;2) I have to throw my 2 and a half inch heeled shoes. I don&apos;t care if they cost me 2k. They made my toes bleed&lt;br /&gt;3) I can pass myself off as a Fil-Am born and raised in the U.S. (sweet! XD)&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaand&lt;br /&gt;4) If you let me try 3 kinds of cheese cake, I throw out all my knowledge of the word: diet.&lt;br /&gt;5) I don&apos;t cry during weddings. Yesssssss!&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 15:06:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wai?!</title>
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  <description>With sipon. Can&apos;t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyyyyyyyyyy?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you OC-ness for wanting to study. Damn you sick side for wanting to sleep. ANO BA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headache*</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 18:06:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Whoooopeeeeee!!</title>
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  <description>I have my first internship interview in a few hours! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m excited. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internship is with Roller Toaster Records. I&apos;m still not sure what it&apos;s about but there have been some bands that have already signed up with the place. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t wait to start working! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--on a sad note--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t think I&apos;ll go for that comic job anymore :(... I have too many things to juggle and I don&apos;t even have projects for AIESEC and COA yet T^T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--on a death note--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I failed my ONLY COM 101 LT.&lt;br /&gt;WTF kasi eh! Bakit 1 lang ang LT mo!!!&amp;nbsp;T__________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--on a random note--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papapa-poke her face papa-poke her face... XD</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 16:49:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ang badtrip talaga...</title>
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  <description>I will never drink coke while studying before an LT ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so nervous, I want to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ADHD I want a sedative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--on a lighter note--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry&apos;s been reformatted! yehey!&lt;br /&gt;Although there are some kinks to fix &amp;gt;_______&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY CAN&apos;T I DOWNLOAD YM?!?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--back to reality--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. I want to vomit so fucking badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 15:09:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot;&gt;7 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#c20000&quot;&gt;reasons not to mess with children.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#0021bf&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#0021bf&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. &lt;br /&gt;The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans  MS&quot; color=&quot;#0021bf&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. &lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, &apos;When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah&apos;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#0021bf&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, &apos;What if Jonah went to hell?&apos;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#0021bf&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied, &apos;Then you ask him&apos;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://us.mg1.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f73305%5fAMCzo0IAASg4STzMIQasz1fZ414&amp;amp;pid=2.3&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#008000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child&apos;s work. &lt;br /&gt;As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#008000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl replied, &apos;I&apos;m drawing God.&apos;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#008000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher paused and said, &apos;But no one knows what God looks like.&apos;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#008000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, &apos;They will in a minute.&apos; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#ff0080&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A &lt;span style=&quot;background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot;&gt;Sunday school teacher&lt;/span&gt; was discussing the &lt;span style=&quot;background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot;&gt;Ten Commandments&lt;/span&gt; with her five and six year olds. &lt;br /&gt;After explaining the commandment to &apos;honour&apos; thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, &apos;Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?&apos; &lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, &apos;Thou shall not kill.&apos; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;cid:4.2657458997@web76116..mail.sg1.yahoo.com&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#800000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#813f62&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, &apos;Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?&apos; &lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied, &apos;Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.&apos; &lt;br /&gt;The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, &apos;Momma, how come ALL of grandma&apos;s hairs are white?&apos;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#800000&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#ff8100&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. &lt;br /&gt;&apos;Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, &apos;There&apos;s Jennifer, she&apos;s a lawyer,&apos; or &apos;That&apos;s Michael, He&apos;s a doctor.&apos;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#ff8100&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small voice at the back of the room rang out, &apos;And there&apos;s the teacher, she&apos;s dead.&apos; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#800080&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, &apos;Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.&apos; &lt;br /&gt;&apos;Yes,&apos; the class said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#800080&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn&apos;t run into my feet?&apos; &lt;br /&gt;A little fellow shouted,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#800080&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause your feet ain&apos;t empty.&apos;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#3f8080&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a &lt;span style=&quot;background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot;&gt;Catholic elementary school&lt;/span&gt; for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: &lt;br /&gt;&apos;Take only ONE . God is watching.&apos;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#3f8080&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. &lt;br /&gt;A child had written a note, &apos;Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&apos; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; color=&quot;#0021bf&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;It doesn&apos;t matter how many people you send this to, just remember if it made you laugh, your friends will laugh too. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 14:54:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Suicide!</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve joined three organizations since the start of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;AISEC&lt;/strong&gt;: org that hones leadership capabilities with international scholarships to help you with as a twist. haha!&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;APART&lt;/strong&gt;: small art org that&apos;s surprisingly demanding.&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;COA&lt;/strong&gt;: The master of all orgs in the Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m considering more extra curricular activities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Roller Toaster Records&lt;/strong&gt;: They&apos;re asking for interns who&apos;re willing to learn and help out and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;strong&gt; Comic-related works&lt;/strong&gt;: A small business, I guess, that&apos;s looking for people to help their business boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is &amp;quot;balanced&amp;quot; (YEAH RIGHT) with my academics (and chess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;M SO EXCITED to be in these orgs and to potentially join the other two extra activities since I&apos;ve been on an artist block lately. It sucks. =( Not to mention that I am totally aware of my illiterate-ness in photoshop and other and programs and techniques to boot. I don&apos;t want to be limited to the resources that I already know, and that I&apos;ve been getting away with during the past years. It&apos;s time to learn new things! Create new experiences! And find ways to escape the tight leash of wooden pieces and checkered boards.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 12:05:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>High-Bonding-Funneh-Rant Day</title>
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  <description>I saw Chris Tiu in person for the first time. Haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s amazing how in one day there would be a rollercoaster of events.First my blockmate talked about watching the end of One Liter of Tears and I threw in a conversation about how painful that actually is. I ended talking about how Nicole died and how it felt to run out of tears when you cry. I laughed during the conversation not because it was a serious event, but I was high on coffee and was in no mood to feel sad. My other blockmate just stared at me, bewildered at how I could laugh at one of the saddest days of my life (so far). To me, it was a funny reaction XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after was a talk about dysfuntional persons in some families. I won&apos;t dwell on that. Let&apos;s just say I hope that our families will turn out better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I joined new orgs! APART and AISEC.&lt;br /&gt;I was only planning to join one: APART. But then again these head people from AISEC won me over when they mentioned how they sponsored a number of international internships. APART, AISEC, I won&apos;t let you down like how I did Acomm! Pramis!&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s funny is that Sam, Cor and my friend J9 got pulled in after I signed up. Haha! XD WEEEE! Guys, let&apos;s all promise to be active! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But but butt (XD)... There&apos;s more &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s sooooooo irritating. I had my ENTIRE sem all planned out!!! I was going to breeze through my MWFs despite training by the end of the day. Afterward I would work out at the gym knowing that I had my TTH class is around 9 pa naman. So I don&apos;t have to wake up so early. Maybe I would throw in a couple of Sundays whenever we don&apos;t have a tournament on that day. Then maybe the band could practice during those TTH scheds or I&apos;d study in school or something after class. Whatever. But I was already comfortable with my plans :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it&apos;s different &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach made our training daysT-W-TH-Sat/Sun. That&apos;s training from 1-6pm. EFF! &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; which means I have to change my gym plans&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt; &lt;strike&gt;(but I don&apos;t wanna change my gym plans!&amp;nbsp;T^T *pouts*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;)&lt;/strike&gt;. Then they decided to officially hire me as a GIFT teacher for chess, again. Wee! Gonna be paid!&amp;nbsp;XD But my sched for that would be Monday and Tuesday. So, I&apos;d be missing a training day--which I don&apos;t mind--but I&apos;m worried for my for the rest of my planned out day @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I work out? When will our practices be? What will happen when I have projects, papers, group reports?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And what&apos;s worse, I can already see myself working in the sidelines of a project. I might not work as hard as the others and I wouldn&apos;t be stepping up as much when it comes to assigning leaders. AND THAT&apos;S KILLING ME. T^T (and let&apos;s not forget the new orgs that I joined XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every responsibility I have in store for me this sem means that I have to pull back my responsibilities for group activities during class. PLEASE GOD DON&apos;T HAVE ME LABELED AS A SLACKER&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to sacrifice my classes, you ask? &apos;cause I know that I love teaching GIFT, I love my coaches more than I love training and I know that I want to be more active in orgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, with all these new things on my agenda, I have to read my wednesday readings right now. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Whose Line Is It Anyway. I heart you. You always make my weekdays better :D&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 09:58:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>SOMEONE STOLE MY FUCKING GAIA ACCOUNT!!!! T^T</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Today, I checked my e-mail to find that a rare colletible is being given out in Gaia. So I decided to login and check it out. Only to find out that my username and password wasn&apos;t working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then tried to ask for it just to see if I had the name and the password right and then received this e-mail shortly afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0001b2yy/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;width: 287px; height: 398px;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0001b2yy/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can&apos;t read it, is says that my name is N A R C O T I C S and that my username is N A R C O T I C S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NAME IS NOT FUCKING NARCOTICS NOR IS MY FUCKING USERNAME FUCKING NARCOTICS!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!?! I&apos;VE BEEN SOOOOOOOOOOO CAREFUL ABOUT MY FUCKING USERNAME AND PASSWORD AND I HAVEN&apos;T BEEN ON GAIA FOR A LOOOOOOOOONG TIME. SO HOW THE FUCK COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaaaaaaaah! My avi&apos;s gone. All the work i did to gain what little gold i had is gone. The pretty clothes (well, i thought they were pretty) that i got for my avi are gone. gone. gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooone. TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING HACKERS, IF YOU DIDN&apos;T PROVIDE GOOD DOWNLOAD-ABLE MOVIES AND PROGRAMS ONLINE I WOULD CURSE THE HELL OUT OF ALL YOU GUYS. TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;OMFG, I JUST REMEMBERED!&lt;br /&gt;My username is Gaia is a screen name for one of my yahoo accounts!! @_@&lt;br /&gt;Koukou_izuto is a screen name for slaveof_2_domminators.&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEM: I HAVE A NO IDEA IF I USED THE SAME PASSWORD FOR GAIA AND MY YAHOO ACCOUNT!!! TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;Now, due to fear for my other accounts. I might make a new e-mail addie @_@. huwah! T^T [note to self: make a decent one so that people won&apos;t raise an eyebrow every time you write down an email addie]&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 12:41:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Since people are talking about their first day...</title>
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  <description>I got up REALLY early today (5am), thinking that I was going to commute to school. To a great disappointment, my dad decided to bring my siblings to school, leaving me with the privilege to use the driver. Weeee! And because I was sooo eager to go to school, I came in 30 mins early. Excited much? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my blockmates arrived, and soon the teacher, then found out her name--&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TERROR 1 of the day: Bb. Bong Oris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHET. Cor (&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_hoki_miyamoto&apos; lj:user=&apos;hoki_miyamoto&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hoki-miyamoto.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hoki-miyamoto.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;hoki_miyamoto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) had her for a teacher and she didn&apos;t fancy her either. She had a HARD time keeping up with ORIS. Like, she&apos;d constantly rant about this &lt;em&gt;walang kwentang&lt;/em&gt; teacher who would give you shit loads of work and wouldn&apos;t be considerate with grades. And DUDE! She expects us to be more aware of our grammar and shit. &lt;strong&gt;AND I&apos;M HORRIBLE WITH GRAMMAR AND ANYTHING FILIPINO RELATED.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; Kung si &lt;/em&gt;Cor--my human english to tagalog translator and &lt;em&gt;taga-tulong-sa-pag-edit-ng-papel&lt;/em&gt; (who I will always appreciate XD)&lt;em&gt;--nahirapan, paano pa kaya akoooo&lt;/em&gt;? Heeeeeeeeeeeelp!!! T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite learning the unfortunate news, she SEEMED pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, that, I learned that our next teacher was a terror as well. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Edilberto Jimenez--Theology 121.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t understand how he was a terror teacher, though. Looking at his course outline, he is pretty considerate. I only heard that he was hard to A, but an easy B/B+ and gives a lot of credit for good projects (which I prefer more than quizzes, tests and papers). Plus, he gives tonsa bonuses! Weee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not sure if I&apos;m looking forward to Theo, though. I have a feeling I&apos;m more ignorant than I think @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Our next teacher for psych 101--Ms. Cecilia Bulos--isn&apos;t a terror, but I heard that one of our Comm teachers is: &lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms. Estelle Ladrido--Com101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that ALL Comm teachers are easy A&apos;s. Apparently, she&apos;s the ONLY exception. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have teachers who apparently give shit loads of work, I think I can survive. Otherwise, it would be time for me to get used to the color yellow and the roar of the tiger T^T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, My big bro and mum are back from the US! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:18:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Last Day of Vacation</title>
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  <description>I spent the last few days of my vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Solving chess problems (last friday)&lt;br /&gt;2) Reformatting the PC with Taki (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3) Going to a chess tournament (today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; NAKAKAINIS TALAGA! Today&apos;s tournament was irritatingly EASY. And I lost so many games because of SHEER CARELESSNESS. And it&apos;s not the type of mistake where &amp;quot;non-playing chess people&amp;quot; wouldn&apos;t understand. It&apos;s the stupid kind of mistakes where you&apos;d go: &amp;quot;DOH!&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And what pisses me off more is that I don&apos;t have the heart to tell our new coach that my heart really isn&apos;t in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He told me: &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;basta may puso, makakaya mo&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; AYOKO NA. T^T Isn&apos;t it hard to give 100% if you feel like you &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to do it instead of &lt;strong&gt;wanting&lt;/strong&gt; to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shh... secret lang &apos;to ah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know that people will say &amp;quot;why don&apos;t you just quit?&amp;quot;. Believe me, if it were that easy, I would&apos;ve done it a long time ago. I almost did. It&apos;s hard to explain why I couldn&apos;t. Sad, isn&apos;t it? Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about this vacation is, there wasn&apos;t a day that I stayed home for 24 straight hours :D. Weee!&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang out with HS friends and College friends! XD Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow is where the stress begins. XP&lt;br /&gt;Also, my mum and bro (the one who went to Iraq) are coming home! XD&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ll be &amp;quot;complete&amp;quot; now! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I&apos;m tired, bangag and typing random stuffs now. XP&lt;br /&gt;Fini.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 04:24:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Squeee!!~</title>
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  <description>I finally have my own printer!!!&amp;nbsp; XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not a new printer. It&apos;s pretty old, maybe around 2 years old already. It&apos;s the printer that we replaced for our HP Deskjet F4185 that&apos;s currently in the master&apos;s bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found my D2300 series installer, and now POOF! New printer. Weee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m totally excited because, now I don&apos;t have to wake up 30 mins earlier just to turn on the ancient PC in the master&apos;s bedroom, wait for the set up, plug the printer, plug the USB, open the file and then print. But that&apos;s in between the shower, tooth brushing, clothing etc etc. It&apos;s honestly a hassle whenever I have to print a rushed paper. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don&apos;t have to worry about that. Hooray!&amp;nbsp;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s just plug and print now. Plug and print. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 I shall call you Harry Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?!?!?! I&apos;m kidding =)) XDDDDDDD</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 14:39:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shhh... Don&apos;t tell my parents that...</title>
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  <description>I WENT TO E.K. WITH MY UBER COOL LIT BLOCKMATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0001afs8/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;212&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0001afs8/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;ONE OF DABEST DAYS OF MY SUMMAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BECAUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000190ft/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;212&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000190ft/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was the first time I went to E.K. without any family member in sight.&lt;br /&gt;(mostly because only my brother knew about it. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;[from left.. bottom... Micah, me, Abi, Yna, Rusty, dude sa top si Ray]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000183gy/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;212&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000183gy/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was the first time I&apos;ve been to 3 different Mcdo franchises in a day @_@&lt;br /&gt;1st was in our meeting place&lt;br /&gt;2nd was in an SLEX stop over&lt;br /&gt;3rd was near E.K. SHET. But they ate at Jollibee. WTF?! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000176tr/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;212&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000176tr/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day these two started teasing a &amp;quot;Tunay na Lalaki&amp;quot; laugh fest after finding out that one of us was too afraid to ride the Space Shuttle.&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH TRIP, PARE! =)).&lt;br /&gt;(From the left: Tim and Rusty ;P [fries are from our 2nd Mcdo stop xDD])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000164c7/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;212&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000164c7/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day Micah conquered her fear of Anchors Away for the sake of being game to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;The people at the pinaka end of the ride are some of my block mates. I was at the other end with the... others XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/00015whk/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;212&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/00015whk/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day WE RODE RIO GRANDE THREE FREAKIN&apos; TIMES!!&lt;br /&gt;I got hit by the lame waterfall thingy all three times.&lt;br /&gt;We were 9 in the group. We split the ride by 5 and 4.&lt;br /&gt;We rode it twice and two of our friends didn&apos;t even get wet yet.&lt;br /&gt;But three time&apos;s the charm.&lt;br /&gt;One person backed out and then all 8 of the rest of us rode again.&lt;br /&gt;The ride was full and WE WERE ALL DRENCHED.&lt;br /&gt;So tip: RIDE RIO GRANDE IF YOU CAN FILL ALL 8 SEATS PARA SULIT YUNG RIDE!&lt;br /&gt;Also, ride on a weekday, so you can get to ride it THREE FREAKIN&apos; TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;I boo at the fact that I don&apos;t have a Before and After shot. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Umuulan kasi eh XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/00014ebs/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;213&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/00014ebs/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day we convinced Yna to go to the Ferris Wheel with us even though she didn&apos;t want to and cried during the ride. What a trooper!&lt;br /&gt;The pic is from the top view of the Ferris Wheel.&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t take this pic &apos;cause I HATE HEIGHTS. But I LOVE RIDES. XD&lt;br /&gt;Ray took it &apos;cause he&apos;s super and &apos;cause my hands were too shaky to hold K.C. haha!&lt;br /&gt;But what was funny is that 4 out of the 5 guys that were there were vividly scareder than I was.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;d hear one say &amp;quot;AYOKO NA. QUIT NA! Sabihin natin kay ate na baba na tayo. AYOKO NA!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;And the others would just scream &amp;quot;WAG NIYO I-TURN YUNG GONDOLA!&amp;quot; (that&apos;s me!&amp;nbsp;XD)&lt;br /&gt;or just cling to the center of the gondola for a sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000134gz/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;212&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000134gz/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day 5 of the 4 of us ate a pizza promo from pizza hut and couldn&apos;t finish it. GRABE! NAKAKABUSOG!&lt;br /&gt;Damn cheesy puffs. haha! SARAP!&lt;br /&gt;2 of our friends ordered their own pizza promo and they finished more than 5 of us could handle @_@&lt;br /&gt;(dude in pic is JP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(NO PICTURE. BOO. Bawal daw kasi eh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day we scared ourselves shitless by going through a lame haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;JP didn&apos;t go in, &apos;cause he was traumatized. BOO! ANG DAYA NIYA!&lt;br /&gt;At that time, Ray went first in the haunted house followed by 3 scared girls and 1 boy tugging on his shirt to avoid the people in lame masks. He now knows what it feels like to be pushed against his will. Haha! XD After that, Ray&apos;s shirt went from fitted to loose. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I got scared, too, because 3 out of four boys were scared. CRAP THEM. Natakot ako dahil sa kanila!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode other rides too. But, they weren&apos;t as exciting as the ones I mentioned XD.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Up to this day I can&apos;t help it but remember one of the best days of summer that I experienced.&lt;br /&gt;That, along with our laugh trip Lit play practices, the play itself and Cor&apos;s debut. XD&lt;br /&gt;But my summer sort of ends there, because of training, training and more training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit 14 E. I heart you guys UBER much. SEM RBEAK ULIT! *hearts you all* ^___^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 18:18:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Eyes!~~~~~</title>
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  <description>Never..........&lt;br /&gt;in...............&lt;br /&gt;my..........&lt;br /&gt;fucking.............&lt;br /&gt;LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever go snooping around my brothers room again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*keyboard smash*afjafhasbjkfavsdhfvsajfvjasdvfah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While looking for my remote (which he usually steals), I see this little bright yellow box which seemed to contain a watch.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the curiosity compelling me to open it, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Was it really a watch?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL NOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/00012hcc/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;228&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/00012hcc/s320x240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to believe what &amp;quot;double fit&amp;quot; meant in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Then I stumble onto the instruction manual.&lt;br /&gt;PAKSHET. WHUT?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT WANT TO KNOW THIS...&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOOOOOOO MUUUUUUCH INFOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYOKO NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for sharing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 14:02:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I cried today...</title>
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  <description>I was stressed out and epic failed on something too shallow to cry over what happened during training...&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, coach Chiara gave us the &amp;quot;we know we believe in your talent&amp;quot; talk...&lt;br /&gt;Guilt started to pour on the inside... (but that&apos;s an entirely different matter)&lt;br /&gt;So, when I got home I started to look for my chess notebook to abate the damn guilt...&lt;br /&gt;When Lo and behold all I found was trash...&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/00011390/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;213&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/00011390/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is almost everything that I&apos;ve kept since third year high school.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a sentimental person, so I tend to hold on to a lot of things.. ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my little &lt;strike&gt;spring&lt;/strike&gt; summer cleaning was my means of coping with the upset feeling which I thought would not end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my chess notebook, so I&apos;m happy now ^^;;... sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;What if my heart is not in the game?&lt;br /&gt;What if I&apos;m just in it &apos;cause I think I have or required to?&lt;br /&gt;What if I don&apos;t find it fun?&lt;br /&gt;What if it&apos;s just work to me?&lt;br /&gt;What if I can&apos;t find the inspiration to continue?&lt;br /&gt;What if I&apos;m still in &apos;cause I feel like you won&apos;t let me go?&lt;br /&gt;What if I leave?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 07:35:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happily disappointed</title>
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  <description>We didn&apos;t have the shoot yesterday :(.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently most of my groupmates&apos; parents wanted them to spend the damn weekend in the beach, tagaytay or wherever.&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t even have the chance to work the camera. T^T&lt;br /&gt;We were so short-handed we asked people from another group to man the camera and be a character in our little skits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we already found the right actors for our play, and so far they fit their characters :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still a great day though.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to spend time with my new lit blockmates. I could have even watched a movie with them if it weren&apos;t for the dinner I was supposed to attend for my mother. But hey, getting to know them was a treat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus, after dinner at Katre (with their amazing special pasta!) my sister and I (FINALLY) watched 17 again.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it very much even after conversing with my sister saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: &amp;quot;Omg, they were right. Zack is hot in this&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Shanee: &amp;quot;I know right...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: O_O!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head: don&apos;t grow up yet, please. You shouldn&apos;t know what hot men should look like yet T^T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after the yummy pasta, the hot six pack and funny comedy I still have one more thing to say about yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;I want Zack Effron&apos;s hair! (kung bagay lang sana. rawr. hay...)&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 10:02:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Food, Chess, School and Shoots</title>
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  <description>A few days ago we attempted to make our own homemade pizzas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0000xq0x/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;213&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0000xq0x/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&apos;was good.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0000w2rt/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;213&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0000w2rt/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First trial.&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn&apos;t look so appetizing in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;My siblings and I started to gobble it down as soon as it was taken out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;Ako naglagay ng topings! [no wonder it doesn&apos;t look so appetizing. haha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0000ykwr/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;160&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0000ykwr/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second trial.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it turned out better, that&apos;s for sure. haha!&lt;br /&gt;My sis is in the pic &apos;cause she was the one that laid the topings on this pizza. [sorreh na!]&lt;br /&gt;[P.s. low quality &apos;cause I was too lazy to open Pshop. XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0000zb69/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;213&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/0000zb69/s320x240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: This was our dessert by the way. It&apos;s ref cake&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t mind the oreos on top. My epal bro placed it there.&lt;br /&gt;Normally our ref cakes are powdery and stuff, but this is no ordinary ref cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000102w3/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;213&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/koukou_izuto/pic/000102w3/s320x240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hard, we ate the ref cake like a bar.&lt;br /&gt;haha! XD it was a fun dessert&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find out how our maid did that XD.&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is I only had one from that whole tray &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows where the rest of it went to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took pictures so that I had an excuse to use K.C. haha! XD And so that I have an excuse to blog :D.&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Btw, last saturday we had this whole day tournament in Ramon Magsaysay high school here in Cubao. We played from 12-9 pm. Imagine the headache and constant seat shifting as we played @_@. Although I only played around 4 games [a total of 160 mins tops] it still took a lot out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this Friday I&apos;m going to have &lt;strong&gt;my first photoshoot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Thank God for creative projects ;P&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s for a reporting in Lit that we&apos;ll have in around 2 weeks from now. But we have a play to direct, discuss and plan and not to mention our individual activities ahead. So, it doesn&apos;t hurt to be albeit more advanced in our schedule ;P&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so excited!--for our play and for the shoot. Waaah! K.C. don&apos;t fail me please :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwah! First L.T. in Nihongo tomorrow. @_@ wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thas&apos;all!&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 12:28:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I don&apos;t understand...</title>
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  <description>Do you realize how messed up sayings are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say:&lt;br /&gt;A picture says a thousand words...&lt;br /&gt;Silence speaks for itself...&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, pre tell people, what happens when you speak these words. Will you consider the fact that they&apos;re tried to say something consider what they have said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in no connection what-so-ever to what has been said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say:&lt;br /&gt;If people can forgive and  forget and the world will be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;We are required to forgive Charles Manson for allowing himself and his followers to murder numerous people...&lt;br /&gt;We are required to forgive Hitler for arranging the torture and massacre of the jews and others...&lt;br /&gt;...required to forgive Osama bin Laden for 9-11.&lt;br /&gt;So many people to forgive, but can we forgive them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;(Don&apos;t tell me &apos;cause God says so... No offense to the offended XD [labo])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden ramdoness? It was just a thought on my way to the chess room in the Blue Eagle Gym. Hahaha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka-1 point ako kay Kuya Job! =))! LOSER. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enjoy your weekend, people ^___^.</description>
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