<?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-5404150754813112248</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:51:53.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hephilium</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-5093893737253506994</id><published>2009-06-19T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:41:57.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Spoof</title><content type='html'>Saturday and there's a parade outside if you can hear it, I think its the Brookside Fiesta? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I hate schools with uniforms simple because they require you to have a clean cut or what they call the Barber's cut. Seriously, I had to my hair cut just to waste my hair that I worked hard on just because of school, just send me to Canada please. Okay so first three days of school and I'm already exhausted, tired and sick as in literally sick, I'm actually coughing right now and I hope that isn't swine flu... I'm scared. I've never been so busy in my entire life, you know, they give you tons of homeworks to do and worst of all, they give suprise quizzes except for some like my Social Science teacher. Fourth year really is the toughest year to start, but I'm not worrying too much about it, I'm worrying about where am I going to college!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good news about school today. I don't know if it was true that Nonie has really low grades that they told me last year and they say that he'll get kicked out of Beda but, Oh look its Nonie Valle and he's already 2nd year in 2-22 like "&lt;i&gt;OHEMGEE, I thought he got kicked out&lt;/i&gt;" or die or something like that. Its really good that he's still studying in my school but I don't get to see him most of the time 'cuz I'm getting busier as time goes by. At the same time I don't want to be seen by him because of my fukked up hair. Please grow fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...too late, teachers found out my bangs was too long and they need to see it cut in this coming monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought good things comes for boys who wait, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-5093893737253506994?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5093893737253506994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=5093893737253506994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5093893737253506994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5093893737253506994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/06/electric-spoof.html' title='Electric Spoof'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-8107554593306687038</id><published>2009-06-04T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:20:26.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dancing And Bad Singing, Both Can Make Rain</title><content type='html'>Just a quicky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Stewart who won the MTV Award for Best Actress accidentally drops the Popcorn Trophe. Poor trophe, kinda an embarassing moment but uh... things like that can never be avoided, except if you lock yourself in your room for your whole life that is. Anyway, dropping that trophe really showed how clumsy Bella Swan is. Seriously, read the entire series of Twilight and you'll see her tripping, stumbling, flipping, fumbling, slipping, tumbling, sinking, fumbling, oh clumsy cause she's falling in love with a sparkling vampire named Edward Cullen. Wonder why so many people like/love Edward so much, there's always an Alice Cullen you can always like/love. Alice Cullen for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single again for the love of God. And a friend of mine who says I am only his acquaintance then sooner or later he calls me his friend like WTF, is now ignorning for the reason... I don't fukkin' know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of single, Joe Jonas dancing to Single Ladies by Beyonce was fukkin' hilarious... and a tad gay but hey, its for the fans. If you want to watch the video I'll post the video below this paragraph or just &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86CBhQL5pVc"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. So, just sit back and relax for you are about to witness... a video, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/86CBhQL5pVc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/86CBhQL5pVc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all bitches, see you at school June 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-8107554593306687038?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8107554593306687038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=8107554593306687038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8107554593306687038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8107554593306687038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-dancing-and-bad-singing-both-can.html' title='Bad Dancing And Bad Singing, Both Can Make Rain'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-7689311766413924953</id><published>2009-05-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:46:13.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M is for Randomness Isn't Stupidness Hoax</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, weird is better than boring lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: It's harder than it looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use THE FIRST LETTER of your name to answer each of the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;They have to be real. . . nothing made up!&lt;br /&gt;If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot use any word twice and NO, you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four letter word: MOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's name: Mace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's name: Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: Maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A colour: Magenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: Mukluks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: Mac n' Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A place: Montreal, Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late: Masturbating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you shout: MOTHERFUKKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink: Milkshake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group: Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. An animal: Muntjac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A street name: Main St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A type of car: Maserati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The title of a song: Mean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-7689311766413924953?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7689311766413924953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=7689311766413924953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/7689311766413924953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/7689311766413924953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/m-is-for-randomness-isnt-stupidness.html' title='M is for Randomness Isn&apos;t Stupidness Hoax'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-6326949268697175171</id><published>2009-05-22T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:41:00.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Sounds Like Porn</title><content type='html'>May 22, 2009; Guess what today is? It's the birthday of my little sister, Agnes, happy birthday bitch. Too bad I don't have a gift for her, I never give gifts for her, I don't know what she wants - what the heck she already has it all, what else does that spoiled girl want? Well, I may consider giving her what she needs, not what she wants but all she needs is a fukkin' diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, its also one week away from June. The month where school starts here in the Philippines and I'm kinda nervous but a little bit exited. I also can't believe that I'm already fourth year this year, its seems like yesterday I was just a freshmen and now... I feel old, really. But what I'm most worried about is college, I havn't picked my course yet from the three main choices I want; Fine Arts, Multimedia Arts, and Architecture. As you can see, all three a related to each other, they're also my interest and my talent which makes things more complicated and hard in the choosing. I'm also worried in the first day of class in college, students from different schools, different places, in short people you don't know, I don't even know if I can make friends this college 'cuz I'm not that sociable type of person. But hey, why am I thinking about this already? I'm not even sure if I'm going to graduate highschool or pass any entrance exam in any college, but I do hope I do go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigod I feel so tired even though I'm just sitting doing nothing at all. Boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in prom dates, isn't the guy the one who asks the girl to the prom and not the girl to the guy? Well there's this prom and about 20+ girls already asked me to the prom, I don't know who to say yes, I was like "&lt;i&gt;Why me?&lt;/i&gt;" I mean there's a lot of guys out there. They actually think I'm good looking, am I really that good looking? Hope a guy asks me out... -_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this my friend wanted me to answer this, just for fun. You know how I like question and answers. Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First thing you wash in the shower? Hair obviously&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie? Checkered&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you plan outfits? Depends on what occasion&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? Okay... I guess&lt;br /&gt;6. Whats the closest thing to you thats red? My eyes&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you say aim or a-i-m? aim&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having? I was wandering around this gothic house in a full moon &lt;br /&gt;9. Did you meet anybody new today? No&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you craving right now? Sex&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you floss? Yes&lt;br /&gt;12. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? Garbage&lt;br /&gt;13. When was the last time you talked on aim? month of last month&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you emotional? Very&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you dance to the taco song? I don't even know that song&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever counted to 1,000? I suddenly stopped at 999 when i suddenly slept&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?  Lick -licks lips-&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like your hair? Yesh&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like yourself? No&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever met a celebrity? Yes&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese? Never tasted one yet&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you listening to right now? The Flood by Escape the Fate&lt;br /&gt;23. How many countries have you visited? One&lt;br /&gt;24. Are your parents strict? Only if you were a girl&lt;br /&gt;25. Would you go sky diving? Sure&lt;br /&gt;26. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? If he was younger, go take me to the most expensive French restaurant (he's treat)&lt;br /&gt;27. Would you throw potatoes at him? Shoes, just kidding&lt;br /&gt;28. Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in? Yes&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever been in a castle? Yes&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you rent movies often? Yes&lt;br /&gt;31. Who sits in behind you in your math class? A cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you made a prank phone call? No, but I'm planning too&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you own a gun? Yes, a toy gun! Lol jowk&lt;br /&gt;34. Can you count backwards from 74? No, 'cuz i started at 75&lt;br /&gt;35. Who are you going to be with tonight? Myself =(&lt;br /&gt;36. Brown or white eggs? White&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you own something from Hot Topic? No&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever been on a train? No&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever been in love? Yes&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have a cell-phone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you too forgiving? Yes &lt;br /&gt;42. Do you use chap stick? Yes&lt;br /&gt;43. What is your best friend doing tomorrow? Breathing&lt;br /&gt;44. Can you use chop sticks? Yes&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever have cream puffs? Yes&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? Yes&lt;br /&gt;47. What was the last question you asked? What was the last question you asked&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought? I forgot&lt;br /&gt;49. Boys or girls? Boys&lt;br /&gt;50. What is your bus number for school? Who cares&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your hair curly? Only at the back, straight at the front and sides&lt;br /&gt;52. Last time you cried? Sometime in Febuary 2009&lt;br /&gt;53. Ever walked into a wall? Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;54. Do looks matter? Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;55. Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun? The only Sun I know is the one near Proxima Centauri&lt;br /&gt;56. Have you ever slapped someone? Many times&lt;br /&gt;57. Favorite time of the year? Christmas&lt;br /&gt;58. Favorite color? Black&lt;br /&gt;59. Are you sarcastic? Only when needed&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you have any tattoos? Used to...&lt;br /&gt;61. The last person you held hands with? Chris &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you sleep with the TV on? Yes&lt;br /&gt;63. Where was your default picture taken at? On my bed&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? Angst...&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you like your life right now? No&lt;br /&gt;66. How often do you talk on the phone? Nobody calls me&lt;br /&gt;67. What is your favorite animal? Dogs, but they hate me&lt;br /&gt;68. What was the most recent thing you bought? Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you have good vision? I wear glasses&lt;br /&gt;70. Can you hula hoop? Sure&lt;br /&gt;71. Could you ever forgive a cheater? Depends on what he cheated in&lt;br /&gt;72. Do you have a job? Artist&lt;br /&gt;73. Can you handle the truth? Truth is better than lies&lt;br /&gt;74. What are you wearing? Dark blue boxer shorts and a grey shirt&lt;br /&gt;75. Have you ever crawled through a window? A lot of times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-6326949268697175171?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6326949268697175171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=6326949268697175171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/6326949268697175171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/6326949268697175171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-sounds-like-porn.html' title='Prom Sounds Like Porn'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-7787761875938140055</id><published>2009-05-18T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:37:50.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Talented Person in Demand</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm back from vacation I just want to rest for a while. Ironic isn't it? Because vacation is a day where you relax from daily work like summer jobs and things like that but in my case I didn't get any rest, instead I kept moving with all these activities my parents brought me into like hiking in the mountain, up and down which was like... a thousand steps, a pain in the feet. There were these slippery rocks and one of them I slipped into and hitted another rock, a pain in the arse. But in the end its still worth it 'cuz I lost weight... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I'm actually not a fat kid, I'm actually thin and I insist of losing more weight. I also have this fear of getting fat (but I don't fear or hate fat people). So yeah, my parents are worried that I might get sick because of dieting even though I don't need it. &lt;u&gt;Even the most delicious dessert I can deny.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Topic:&lt;/b&gt; Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ever since I saw the site, &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/" target="_blank"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; which was like... a long time ago I started seeing really good (and bad) (but mostly good) artist in all different categories (digital art, photography, traditional art, animation, art crafts, literature, manga etc) from all around the world. Their wonderful artworks really inspired me to live and love my talent of art and spread it around the world. But my works are no better than those better artists, this is where I started to want to gain knowledge more and more and wanted to be better than them. But whatever study I do, it all just end up coming out my brain so that's what made me decide to take an art course in college but I ended up picking lots of courses and its either Fine Arts, Architecture, Multimedia Arts and other courses related to these three 'cuz I'm a fast learner when teached by someone. Sometimes I wish I can take all these courses at one time but it seems impossible. I've been living my whole life as an artist but it seems like I'm not doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I feel like my talent isn't unique anymore 'cuz I've seen a lot of good artist these days, really many, which makes me think '&lt;i&gt;Should I still go on to what I do or should I just change directions to another path?&lt;/i&gt;'. There's got to be more to life than just this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-7787761875938140055?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7787761875938140055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=7787761875938140055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/7787761875938140055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/7787761875938140055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/smart-talented-person-in-demand.html' title='Smart Talented Person in Demand'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-5247610927168298856</id><published>2009-05-05T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:43:03.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimidate Flirtation</title><content type='html'>This actually happened a long time ago but I forgot to post it here in my blog. Okay so I was just walking around our street when suddenly a group of guys (whom I don't know) went to me and started hitting on me 'cuz they thought I was a girl. I was like WTF!? But I just ignored them and kept walking but they still keep on flirting with me. Good thing one guy noticed I didn't have any boobs and then he touched my -coughmanboobscough-, it was pretty awkward but yeah at list they left me alone already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys since I've been hearing people giving wrong information about me to people all around the world, as in literally, I've decided to give you guys some fun and shocking facts that only a few know about me to make things clear about me. Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;What is your codename?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Ever since Janvic gave me the name &lt;u&gt;Driggor&lt;/u&gt;, I used it as my codename for a lot of sites like GaiaOnline, DeviantArt, Neopets (someone hacked it), Photobucket, Youtube (no longer available) etc. So I've heard people telling me I got the name from Cedric Diggory or Mandriggor both from Harry Potter, NO, the name wasn't derived from those names, Janvic actually got it by combining the word dark and some random word 'iggor'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;How old are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: To tell you the truth, I never knew what was my real year of my birth, I dunno if its 1992 or 1993. So yeah, I'm stuck at my two competing ages, 15 and 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;What's your orientation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm actually &lt;u&gt;bisexual&lt;/u&gt; and no I'm not gay, the two are actually different. So how and why I became bi? Long story, don't wanna make it short and seriously, you don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;What are your favourite colors.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Its &lt;u&gt;Pink, Red and Black&lt;/u&gt;. No longer Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;What word/phrase you often use?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah, its somehow a habit for me to say '&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;' on everyone who annoys me or angers me. Since I hate mostly everyone I end up saying 'whatever' at the end of what they are saying, silently or loudly. And no, its not 'Jai Ho'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;Who's your favorite female singer?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A: Its actually obvious once you 'poke her face'. &lt;u&gt;Lady GaGa&lt;/u&gt; FTW! She's addicting I'm telling yah, I luv her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;How many boyfriend/s and girlfriend/s have you had?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;u&gt;1 girlfriend, 5 boyfriends&lt;/u&gt;. Somehow a new information about me to you? Get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;Who was your first girlfriend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kristine Louise R. Rito&lt;/u&gt;, first person I had a relation with before I met my boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;Who was my first boyfriend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dylan Gray&lt;/u&gt; (Frendt?), yeah after me and Louise broke up, Dylan just came up and courted me then asked me to marry him, I said yes but soon he broke up with me. Guy's are an ass sometimes, even the gay ones and bis. Wow, you're actually hearing this from me, also a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;Virgin or not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I kinda have to tell you guys that, No I'm &lt;u&gt;no longer a virgin&lt;/u&gt; since when I was like 14. Okay, I lied to some of you guys that I'm still a virgin but that was only because I didn't trust you and you might spread the word. But since I've decided to open up myself, here I am now telling you I'm no longer a virgin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;If you ever get married, what gender do you think would you end up marrying?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I think in the future &lt;u&gt;I'd be marrying a guy&lt;/u&gt;, why? (#1) I hate kids, if I did marry a girl, she'd be complaining "&lt;i&gt;Honey, I want to have a baby&lt;/i&gt;" but I don't want a kid, they may look innocent but actually they are children of hell. And if the girl doesn't want a baby same as me well... I don't want the rest of my life paying for the abortion (...and I hate condoms). (#2) Girls complain too much, they're like your mothers when you were still a kid, naggers like a broken tape recorder repeating everything she says blablabla and this and that, it adds up the stress. (#3) Guys are better in bed... trust me. Yeah but I'm not saying there won't be a chance that I would be marrying a girl, its like a 80% me marrying a guy and a 20% me marrying a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;What kind of addict are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;u&gt;Sex Addict&lt;/u&gt;, notice I've been acting a bit slutty and horny all around the corner? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;When you were in gradeschool, which subject did you failed but still passed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;u&gt;Filipino&lt;/u&gt;, I was actually worried that I might fail the subject 'cuz I'm doing nothing at all to that subject, it was hard but at the end I still got a line of eight in it, what a miracle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;Who was my last crush?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You know the first year emo kid, &lt;u&gt;Nonie Valle&lt;/u&gt;? Yes, the ugly emo guy, whatever... There's actually something in him that I actually like and its up to you to find out 'cuz you can't see what I can see. I dunno where he is right now, he failed like... all his subjects and I heard he was moving. Last time I asked people how he was but all I got in reply are '&lt;i&gt;He's already dead&lt;/i&gt;', yeah thanks for the help guys -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;Have you eaten insects before?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;u&gt;Yes I have&lt;/u&gt;, when I was actually 6 or 7 I ate the ants (the big ones) because I think they're tasty (they don't have any taste actually). But I don't eat them anymore, its disgusting I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;b&gt;Do you shave? If so, what do you shave?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;, I shave but to be honest I shave my hair in my penis and the one in my armpit only because I want to feel clean and make my body look clean (lulz, I'm shmexy). And no I don't shave my legs, seriously I don't have hair in my legs, so are my arms, I wasn't born hairy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys have any other questions about me, you can leave a comment and I'll try answering it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-5247610927168298856?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5247610927168298856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=5247610927168298856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5247610927168298856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5247610927168298856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/intimidate-flirtation.html' title='Intimidate Flirtation'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-8283718066301784187</id><published>2009-05-03T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:30:29.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Motivation Output</title><content type='html'>So today is my grandmother's birthday, side of my mom, but sad to say guest didn't focus much on the birthday but instead watched the Pacquiao versus Hatton fight. Guess who won, well actually everyone already knows this already, it was Pacman who won the fight. I don't really watch those kind of things especially if I don't really care what is going to happen, who wins, who loses, who farted. But since I was in my grandmother's birthday celebration, there was no choice but to listen to every word the adults there are talking about to each other, having conversations over things, this and that. And then they started talking about the fight between the two boxers. What I heard is that Manny won the fight within only 2 rounds. At the first round, Hatton fell twice and at the second round it was already finished, just like that. Well anyway I don't give a shit about this, no offence to his fans though. All I know is that people watch it and gamble like er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess when I switch on the television the next day to watch the news, it will be (again) filled with Manny Pacquiao's victory, interviews, him going to the palace and be praise by him and her and them and what-so-ever. He's face will start haunting again in your television, beware lulz. Moving on anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the swine flu, this will just be short. Okay there's a joke (although I didn't laugh 'cuz I'm not into jokes) and here's how it goes "&lt;i&gt;Pigs can fly because swine flu&lt;/i&gt;". Okay that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in the church my bitch ass little brother actually said something random, as in really random. So my little bro says I'm emo 'cuz of the way I look, the way I dress and the make-up all around my fukked up face (...and he luvs to label) so he asked "&lt;i&gt;Hey Matt, I know the meaning of EMO&lt;/i&gt;", of course I replied "&lt;i&gt;What?&lt;/i&gt;" and his answer goes like this "&lt;i&gt;EMO means Emotional Motivation Output&lt;/i&gt;". It was interupted with awkward silence then I was like what the fukk, that's how wild my little bro's imagination are, but he's not smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Britain's Got Talent Show 4 already and the judges seem to like Jamie Pugh, yeah I think he does have a good voice but I still like Susan Boyle's but anyways, what I really like about him is that he havn't experience yet performing in a crowd, he looks shy, nervous, frightened and all but what happen is that he did sing and he did pretty well. What's funny about it is that when the judges are already deciding whether if its a yes or a no, they all said yes with a serious face, really focused and what really made the mood is the music. Gawd, the music made everything look like somebody won a war instead of a stage performance. But yeah if you wanna watch him perform its right here '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91uauoeG64c&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=f4sfIAyOgwc" target="_blank"&gt;Click Me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I liked... no wait, LOVED most in show 4 of Britain's Got Talent is Sue Son, she played the violin really beautiful, her hands are really fast and she really got some talent in there. Last time she was in the show, that was like last year maybe if I'm not mistaken, she performed with her friend who played they keyboard but the judges didn't like their performance and the reason is because of Sue's friend. So judges saw some potential on Sue and asked her if she wants to repeat her performance next year and she said yes and ohmigawd just watch the damn video '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30Vsfiw9lOs&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=f4sfIAyOgwc" target="_blank"&gt;Click Me&lt;/a&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, back to the birthday celebration of my grandmother in my aunt's house, my aunt has this pet dog named Martin but I don't know what breed it is, never asked, never cared. So yeah, this dog is weird, it eats grass... Okay that's all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... last thing before I end this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts!!!!&lt;br /&gt;#1 : If you eat 5 bags of Skittlez, your c** taste like Skittlez&lt;br /&gt;#2 : George Bush was a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;#3 : The numbers '172' can be found on the back of the U.S. $5 dollar bill in the bushes at the base of the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;#4 : Odontophobia is the fear of teeth&lt;br /&gt;#5 : The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache&lt;br /&gt;#6 : Elephants are the only mammals that can't jump&lt;br /&gt;#7 : Stressed is Desserts spelled backwards&lt;br /&gt;#8 : Mary Stuart became Queen of Scotland when she was only six days old&lt;br /&gt;#9 : Women blink twice as much as men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 : Bruce Lee was so fast that they had to slow down his films for you to see his moves&lt;br /&gt;#11 : 12 newborn children will be given to the wrong parents daily&lt;br /&gt;#12 : You burn more calories in your sleep than while watching today&lt;br /&gt;#13 : Your nails grow faster in outer space&lt;br /&gt;#14 : Coffee drinkers have sex more frequently than non-coffee drinkers&lt;br /&gt;#15 : Goldfish remember better in cold water than warm water&lt;br /&gt;#16 : 1/3 of Taiwanese funeral processions include a stripper&lt;br /&gt;#17 : In Cleveland, Ohio it is illegal to catch mice without a hunting license&lt;br /&gt;#18 : Flamingos pee on their legs to cool themselves off&lt;br /&gt;#19 : There are no public toilets in Peru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this somewhere out there in the blue. This are really facts guys not crap, these are world's reality, live with it and get used to it. Today is Monday the 4th of May, fukk you time, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-8283718066301784187?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8283718066301784187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=8283718066301784187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8283718066301784187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8283718066301784187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotional-motivation-output.html' title='Emotional Motivation Output'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-6515611565208696238</id><published>2009-04-22T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:26:34.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks Ownz Blasphemy</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I couldn't help it but to share this one. Got it from a friend, Yuube. The story kinda creeped me out since I remember myself going to this hotel and then saw a room with no room number, although I can't remember what hotel that was, I was still a kid back then. Lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... ever wonder how weird it is that some people think its cold but for you its not. A temperature of 10 Degree Celcius isn't cold enough for me but for other people, they're like complaining on how cold it is. I told them that '&lt;i&gt;...its damn hot and you're wearing a jacket?&lt;/i&gt;' and he's like '&lt;i&gt;...its fukkin' cold dude&lt;/i&gt;'. Of course, why do I bother? He apperently lived in a tropical country before where its really hot in there, so he's like used to hot temperature, unlike me used to cold temperature where people from tropical countries think its already cold but for me its not. So don't wonder farther enough when you see people wearing jackets at a hot temperature... for us but not for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, happy Earth Day, although since earth hates me I just got myself a broken finger. And got my skin, also in the finger, peeled off. What's wrong with my finger like, what the fukk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is best viewed (or can only be viewed) by Firefox. When I checked Internet Explorer to view my blog, it was like all messed up and all I can see in the sidebar, so yeah... My blog can only be viewed by Firefox 'cuz Firefox rockz! Oh yeah. So that's all, vava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Have you see the (somehow) glasses of Beyonce in her Diva music video at the beginning? Its kinda cool xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-6515611565208696238?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6515611565208696238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=6515611565208696238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/6515611565208696238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/6515611565208696238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-i-couldnt-help-it-but-to-share.html' title='Sticks Ownz Blasphemy'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-466032038987224604</id><published>2009-04-17T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:34:05.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam Sandwhich Killed The Witch Bitch</title><content type='html'>Rorschach's Journal. April 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just kidding, this is not Rorschach Journal. Anyway, ever wonder why men call their diaries, journals? Its kinda obvious, diary sounds kinda girlish and somehow when I was still in gradeschool it made me think that '&lt;i&gt;...only girls write diaries&lt;/i&gt;' only to find out sooner or later that also men carries diaries but they call it differently... a journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... just backreaded my previous blog posts, oh gawd so many typos and errors. I better start stopping typing really fast but if I did type slow then my hands would hurt, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm bored to death in this house and its so fukkin' hot in here. Anyway, I just found something really awesome, it actually threw my boredom out of the way. While I was actually plurking in &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt; I saw he/she wrote something about &lt;a href="http://www.jamlegend.com/" target="_blank"&gt;JamLegend&lt;/a&gt;. And somehow I got curious, searched the bloody game in google and tried to play it. BTW, before you guys ask, I'm not advertising anything I just share things here. But it is fun... kinda reminds me of O²Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii127/imeperatra/JamLegend-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii127/imeperatra/JamLegend-1.png" width="152" height="112" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii127/imeperatra/JamLegend-2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii127/imeperatra/JamLegend-2.png" width="152" height="112" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii127/imeperatra/JamLegend.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii127/imeperatra/JamLegend.png" width="152" height="112" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for "&lt;i&gt;Curiosity kills the cat&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting questions on '&lt;i&gt;why I post page numbers in &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/" target="_blank"&gt;plurk&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;. Yeah, sorry if its disturbing you or anything um... its actually a pagemarker. A pagemarker for what? Its a pagemarker I use in this forum in &lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/" target="_blank"&gt;GaiaOnline&lt;/a&gt; (oh yeah, I play a lot of internet sites). Why should I tell you, you wouldn't understand anyways unless you go to the forum in &lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/" target="_blank"&gt;GaiaOnline&lt;/a&gt; that I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway got to go... still have to read a blog (&lt;a href="http://spiffeh-shazzeh.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://spiffeh-shazzeh.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Told the owner of that blog I would read the blog and leave a comment on it. So um... sweet nightmares, good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;: Sneaking out tonight? Try watching this one haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJHdUkbGlUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJHdUkbGlUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-466032038987224604?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/466032038987224604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=466032038987224604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/466032038987224604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/466032038987224604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/jam-sandwhich-killed-witch-bitch.html' title='Jam Sandwhich Killed The Witch Bitch'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-4159501215430090087</id><published>2009-04-13T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:10:44.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Addict Much?</title><content type='html'>Hai guys, today is Monday, April 13, 2009 and guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: WHUT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck o-o... the scream at moi.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I was going to say that Easter is already over and we'll have to wait for the next one next year&lt;br /&gt;(if there will be a next year...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-silence complete with cricket sounds-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know its weird but that's me. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just took a quiz, a quiz called the "&lt;i&gt;What's Your True Age?&lt;/i&gt;" Quiz which I found and did in &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; since I was bored to death and had nothing to do. Well I kinda occupied my whole day taking strange and awkward quizzes but this is one I'm proud to share. So my result to this quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11-20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your true age is very young! You are very energetic and refuse to act like your parents did just yet. You have successfully managed to prolong your youthful days and others can clearly see it. But who cares what other people think! You love to be free and unbound to the constraints of life!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Forever young dude! Although I feel old D:&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of quizzes, did you take the "&lt;i&gt;Age by Chocolate&lt;/i&gt;" survey in my previous blog post? Well if you didn't you're an ass, just kidding. Peace out. Um... So if you did take the quiz and you exactlly have no idea what's going on, try comparing your age today to the last two digits of the results you got in that survey... Please don't scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I would just like to share the other quizzes I took.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I took this other quiz too. It's called "&lt;i&gt;How many kids will you have?&lt;/i&gt;" Quiz, well I still took this quiz even though I know I wouldn't get any since I'm obviously gonna marry a guy and I hate kids, I really do. Don't worry guys, I won't be an abortionist o-o. Gawd, that's not my dream and goal in my life. Anyway the results I got was "&lt;i&gt;Two Boys&lt;/i&gt;", more like me and my husband if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took this quiz called "&lt;i&gt;What's your name meaning?&lt;/i&gt;" Quiz. And my result is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet Name!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You must be realy shy and sweet, you look like you always need protection... sure this is a gud thing?!?!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at list I got something that is definitly true, unlike that how many darn fucking annoying kids will you have. I hope they all go to hell... just kidding. Peace out kids, but I still hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this other quiz too called "&lt;i&gt;What color are you?&lt;/i&gt;" Quiz. And my result was &lt;b&gt;Green&lt;/b&gt;, well yeah, it was my favourite color only when I was still young and still in gradeschool but my favourite color these days are pink, red and black, yeah... but the quiz isn't actually about your favourite color, its about what color you are so I just ignored it and leave the color as it is, I don't care about that color anymore, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another color gayness quiz I took and its entitled "&lt;i&gt;What color do your eyes reflect?&lt;/i&gt;" Quiz. And my result... &lt;b&gt;Blue&lt;/b&gt; and it says in blue that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your eyes reflect the color Blue. You are a very calm and idealistic. You have many dreams and aspirations that you want to fullfill. You are a creative person and are very interested in things and people that are different from you. You have an urge to be noticed by people and you have natural talents. you like to express yourself in many ways and you think about life alot. You tend to be the motivater in a group and you dont have a solid opinion on things. Because you dont have solid opinions you do not like to choose between things. You can also be forgetful and lazy at times. You like to be alone sometimes. and you can be worried and sad about many things. In all you are Deep and Idealistic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how the quizes are doing it but its definitly creeping me out, too much, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough of the quiz thingy. Anyway that's all... Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-4159501215430090087?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4159501215430090087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=4159501215430090087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/4159501215430090087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/4159501215430090087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiz-addict-much.html' title='Quiz Addict Much?'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-8757618851510081646</id><published>2009-04-11T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:33:47.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age by Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Okay so, this is kinda creepy but fun, play this little game and calculate your "Age by Chocolate"&lt;br /&gt;It takes less than a minute (with a calculator). Work this out as you read .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to have chocolate (more than once but fewer than 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Multiply this number by 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Multiply it by 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you already had your birthday this year add 1759 ... If you haven't, add 1758.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born (ex. 1992).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you should have a three digit number. Post that number below.&lt;br /&gt;We'll explain what it all means soon, so check back here soon.&lt;br /&gt;To those who already know this, don't spoil anyone or I'll boil you&lt;br /&gt;If you guys want, you can post your results in the Randomness at the right -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go have some chocolate--you'll feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-8757618851510081646?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8757618851510081646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=8757618851510081646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8757618851510081646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8757618851510081646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/age-by-chocolate.html' title='Age by Chocolate'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-6502190782904566585</id><published>2009-04-09T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:05:05.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Person In My Freakin' Own Pshyco Mind</title><content type='html'>Saw and got this from Sam's multiply xD&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang... La kasing magawa habang nag-iister egg hunt ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai Sam! &lt;img src="http://fc10.deviantart.com/fs22/f/2007/361/6/2/_wave__revamp_by_CookiemagiK.gif"&gt; (Special Mention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the English Translated version of what Sam posted&lt;br /&gt;So other people would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not good at keeping my own secrets xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start, Happy Easter to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE PERSON IN MIND SURVEY!&lt;br /&gt;Think of one person. Base him/her in your answers.&lt;br /&gt;You CAN'T change what you have already thought!&lt;br /&gt;First thing that comes out in your mind pleazzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.) Is he/she your friend in friendster??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulok Friendster!!! ...oh and no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.) Why did you pick him/her in this survey?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I do? He's the only one I can think of every single second of every single day in every single year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.) What place do you rememeber with him/her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.) What song do you remember with him/her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.) ...and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz he's my only one... duh. Nakz, korny ko haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.) Is the height just fine??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's height can only reach until my shoulders, whut else do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.) ...good at singing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, pero magaling mag-screamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.) ...dancing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako magaling ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.) Does he/she look similar to a actor/actress?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.) Are you two close?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, kinda, sorta, slight, quiet, or maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.) Have you seen him/her mad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.) ...smile?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhMiGawd, he's so adorable x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.) ...cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah... too manly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.) What does he/she like to wear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black... duh, di obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.) Does he/she make you happy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, every minute of every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16.) Did you make him/her cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, as I said, too manly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.) Favorite food?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno, anything sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18.) Favourite song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.) What do you call each other?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our own names of course... duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.) Any message for the person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Nonie ^^&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my brain, to my lungs and my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O... walang magre-react!&lt;br /&gt;...But Matt, how about Chris James?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just another person courting me.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, Chris I love you too, mwah.&lt;br /&gt;It's just hard to find Mr. Right for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-6502190782904566585?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6502190782904566585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=6502190782904566585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/6502190782904566585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/6502190782904566585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-person-in-my-freakin-own-pshyco.html' title='One Person In My Freakin&apos; Own Pshyco Mind'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-1557181692361339779</id><published>2009-04-01T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T04:54:39.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An April Fools Day</title><content type='html'>Good evening guys, now you guys might wonder why is your yahoo status like that? The &lt;i&gt;'pregnant or paranoid? paranoid pleazzz...'&lt;/i&gt; status of mine. Yeah, a lot have been asking me that and asked the same question "&lt;i&gt;Are you pregnant?&lt;/i&gt;". Simple logic people, men can't get pregnant, even though if he is either bi-sexual or gay. So why is that my status? Let me explain things clearly so you guys would understand. A friend of mine had sex with his boyfriend without using condoms, okay so she thinks the guy cummed a bit but she wasn't sure, she told me the whole story of what happened and told me "&lt;i&gt;Matt, I think I'm fuckkin' pregnant&lt;/i&gt;" and I said in reply "&lt;i&gt;Dude, I think you're fukkin' paranoid&lt;/i&gt;". (see now what happens to two people (boy&amp;girl) having sex without condom) Okay, so I told her "&lt;i&gt;If you are pregnant I have one word for you... &lt;b&gt;ABORTION&lt;/b&gt;, let the guy pay it, its his fault&lt;/i&gt;". Yes people, I'm pro-abortion, I hate kids too much and don't ask why. That's why in the future, small chances that I will marry a girl and bigger chances of marrying a guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;b&gt;Happy April Fools Day (AFD)&lt;/b&gt;, if you don't know what it is then fuck your mother and die. So I havn't quite made my prank at all today, kinda too lazy to. But hey, this two websites that I know, &lt;i&gt;Neopets&amp;Youtube&lt;/i&gt; has their own April Fools Prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys lets start talking about the prank of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; this AFD. Browsing lately at youtube and suddenly saw a video in a weird position? Last year youtube's prank was a rickroll, how about now? Check these screenshots I took from the Youtube prank. ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo340/Driggor/HappyTreeFriends.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo340/Driggor/HappyTreeFriends.png" width="160" height="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click the image for a the full view.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, not all videoes in Youtube are up-side-down, only some, specifically the videos at the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;main page of youtube&lt;/a&gt;. Yah, if you wanna see the video up-side-down, better watch any, as in ANY video that are found in the main page of youtube. What are you waiting for, go watch a video... &lt;b&gt;NOW BITCH!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of you guys don't know whats the Neopets site, I won't bother posting here their prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... today was my Career Interview with the guidance councilors, I was kinda nervous before the day of the interview but it wasn't that bad at all. Piece of cake, that's all I can say to all the 3rd Year Bedans who havn't been interviewed yet. Oh by the way, to all the 3rd Year Bedans who havn't done their interview yet, since there are a lot who doesn't know what to wear, wear semi-formal. It was a good thing I wore a shirt with color or else... er... Don't worry guys, it will be easy, trust me, if its hard, then you're retarded. Just don't fukkin' mess up in that interview. &lt;i&gt;IF I DON'T SEE YOU NEXT YEAR, I'LL RIP OF YOUR SKULL AND TAKE OFF YOUR BRAINS AND FEED IT TO THE SHARKS!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its almost eight in my watch, gotta eat dinner... Well that's all for today goodbye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. MOTHERCUNT BITCH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-1557181692361339779?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1557181692361339779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=1557181692361339779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/1557181692361339779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/1557181692361339779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='An April Fools Day'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-7830643347340203056</id><published>2009-03-19T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:31:56.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed!!!</title><content type='html'>Early morning blogging guys, so I just got back home from getting my deliberation results. Yes, I got it right here in my magical hands -sparkle sparkle sparkle-. Okay, I'm so nervous on reading it, um... lets all read it together to know whether I have passed third year and go to fourth year OR fail and commit suicide after. Let's start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After a thorough review and evaluation of the performance of your son/daughter, the administration and faculty wish to render the following report to you. This will furnish you with the necessary information you may need in making future plans for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your son/daughter has &lt;b&gt;fully accomplished the requirements for promotion to the next year level&lt;/b&gt;. Congratulations! Unless you wish to transfer him/her to another school, we shall be happy to re-admit him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED OMGLOLWTFROFL!!!. Looks like I'm going to fourth year. Hope you guys did too, see yah next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway I have to make this blog short 'cuz I'm too lazy to post a blog today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-7830643347340203056?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7830643347340203056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=7830643347340203056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/7830643347340203056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/7830643347340203056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/passed.html' title='Passed!!!'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-7481376773606268990</id><published>2009-03-18T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:07:54.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distribution of Deliberation Results (A Near Death Experience YEAH!)</title><content type='html'>Just a quick blog for today. So tomorrow is deliberation day in from 8 until 10, I have to rememeber that because that result is really important to me to know if I passed and move on the fourth year or not. Yes, I'm really nervous about what the results say, its really giving me nightmares at night. Well its kinda normal for me cuz I feel this like every year. So um... I just want to say good luck to you guys on your deliberation results, see you next year? Well I hope I do see you next year... well not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-7481376773606268990?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7481376773606268990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=7481376773606268990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/7481376773606268990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/7481376773606268990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/distribution-of-deliberation-results.html' title='Distribution of Deliberation Results (A Near Death Experience YEAH!)'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-8946513580768808246</id><published>2009-03-13T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:05:21.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Regret</title><content type='html'>Last day of exams and last day of schools and &lt;font color="#990000"&gt;HELL YEAH!&lt;/font&gt; it feels good to be finally out in school, &lt;s&gt;now I can rest peacefully in my bed and sleep all day&lt;/s&gt;. More like, more work for me this summer, a summer job, me working for my daddy in his bussiness as a graphics designer. Yeah, its a pain in the fuckin' ass to be the most talented and the middle in the family, everything is focused on me, me and me. WHY ME!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who fucking cares if I suffer? No one really, they actually have fun with it. Just laugh your shit out about it, but at the end lets see who fuckin' laughs till I lose my breathe and die smiling at your fuckin' loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, there is this classmate of my mine who I thought to be a &lt;font color="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'friend'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; of mine which came out to be NOT. She's full of those bitchness shit, she acts like she's &lt;i&gt;'oh, I'm so pretty and I'm cool'&lt;/i&gt; and she moves like she's disgusted on me or mad at me maybe for the reason that some people actually label me as 'emo' or something. &lt;font color="#CCFFFF"&gt;But listen to this whore bitchness! Take a look at yourself before you judge me asshole, you ain't pretty nor beautiful, and I mean that literally. Let me shorten that last sentence for you, YOU'RE UGLY!!! So you don't have the freakin' right to disgust me, I'd understand you if you were a hotter woman but no, take a fucking look at yourself at the mirror just for once and see for yourself. You know what I want to do to you right now? Squish your skull, poke your eyes, slam your head on the wall and put all your organs out. But you know what, I'd rather do something else than that, you're not worth the pain and time. If that's how you treat me then fine, that's what I'm going to treat you too. FUCK YOU, if you asked me why I'm like that to you, why notice my actions towards you than your motives towards me. I treated you as a friend but you treated me like trash. I tried to confront you but you never seem to be open.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, last day of school and someone is already pissing off, who is she? Its something confidencial, at list I'm still concerned of her on that. Anyway, I'm still going to see her tomorrow in our last day of SAP. I'M BRINGING SALAD FOR TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I heard that the guy that I like in school is going to transfer schools next year and I never even had the chance to introduce myself to him. &lt;font color="#CCCCFF"&gt;But your efforts, Vecelle, of introducing me to the guy was most appreciated but because of my shyness towards him, it all went to a failure but thank you really much for trying&lt;/font&gt;. Knowing that he is transfering makes me depressed and all, feels like I'm being left by my own boyfriend even he isn't. Woah. I blame myself for being so slow, not making a move and this and that, and I regret for wasting my time only staring at his face and not doing anything about what I feel for the guy. I feel worthless, that's all I can say. If only I can just have one more chance, just one last chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess my summer will be as usual, Matt alone remembering the painful memories of highschool. (sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-8946513580768808246?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8946513580768808246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=8946513580768808246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8946513580768808246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8946513580768808246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-regret.html' title='Damn Regret'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-9116035336254744969</id><published>2009-03-05T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:41:33.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Before They Fly</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate a very hot season that you can actually cook egg yolks under the sun or is it just me? Wait a minute, its just me. Well as you can see I'm sick, I'm having running nose, cough, colds etc. and it feels like hell because I'm temperature is really high. My breathe actually feels hot and when I close my eyes, its really hot. Damn fuckin' sickness. Just hope I can go to school tomorrow because its our &lt;i&gt;Sabayan&lt;/i&gt; and its really important for it is my Filipino Class Standing, my life hates me and that's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school year 2008-2009 class pictures are now distributed to us (YEY!!!) and damn I look ugly at the picture so I'm kinda ashamed to show it to other people, I'm not that proud of my face, I feel ugly and old but others say I look good but it just doesn't feel like it. You know what I mean? Things can get a little bitchy, so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our last Friday being with our teachers and on monday is our last Monday being with our teachers, aw... I will really miss my section 3-31 St. Eanswida, best section I ever had because 1-11 was kinda messy and 2-24 was kinda bitchy. And after the final examinations ,which is due next week, we are now fourth years next year! (&lt;s&gt;I hope...&lt;/s&gt;). Are you exited? Me, I'm not. Why? Everything only happened like yesterday, when I was in first year where I met my first three friends Michelle, Mariel and Gabbie, and met other new friends like Quinnie, Keith, Jean, Monica, Gab, Pia, Bella, Gaea, Karen, Celle, Charlene, Angela, Ziannah, Edinel, Sam, Steff, Nina, Kayla  etc. and next thing you know I'm already in third year that is already going to be fourth year, &lt;u&gt;the year almost to be graduates&lt;/u&gt;. I don't want to leave them just yet, I want to spend more time with them but school works and others are keeping me away from them, so yeah. And some of them are now actually ignoring me for who I am which is sad and I didn't had the time to talk to them about it. It feels really sad to leave all of them soon but we still have to move on and prepare for the yet to come but our friendship will never end, hope they never forget me as time goes on. A little something I want to tell them before we all graduate: &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Time runs fast but never give up catching up with it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that sounded like I'm already going today soon or tomorrow but anyways, that's all. Before I go, I would like to say sorry to my leader in the sabayan, I didn't attend practice, its just that I'm sick today and I needed to go for a check up which is scheduled today, so sorry, really sorry, but I know all the steps already so no need to worry. Oh, and tomorrow we will make ice cream in our chemistry, our flavour is strawberry, yum... That's all guys, good evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-9116035336254744969?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/9116035336254744969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=9116035336254744969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/9116035336254744969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/9116035336254744969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-before-they-fly.html' title='Goodbye Before They Fly'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-7174693658275624456</id><published>2009-03-02T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:29:59.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week</title><content type='html'>Submissions of projects from A - Z back to back stress, times double the pressure and maximum the heat. Its really just a hell week if you ask me, feel the devil's burning touch, nakz. Come to think of it, &lt;i&gt;devil's burning touch&lt;/i&gt; kinda sounds pervertly. Now don't start thinking green about it guys. Anyway, its deadline week where we pass all our requirements (a.k.a. projects, assigments, homeworks etc.) which is really hard for me to handle since I'm a lazy person, I haven't quite done my all my projects yet. You can actually see right now my face of nervousness that I might fail third year but I'm going to try my best this last week of being with my section &lt;i&gt;St. Eanswida&lt;/i&gt; and my subject teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made a checklist on the requirements I need to pass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#00FF00"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;] Chemistry Activity Portfolio&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#00FF00"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;] English Newpaper Book Report&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;] Filipino Sabayang Pagbigkas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#FFFF00"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;] G.I.C.P. Career Portfolio&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#00FF00"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;] G.I.C.P. Module&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#00FF00"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;] Music Religious Dance&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;] P.E. Practical Exam "Sepak Takraw"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#FFFF00"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;] Social Action Program&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#00FF00"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;] Social Science Stand Paper&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#FFFF00"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;] Theology Movie Review&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;] T.L.E. Car Show Portfolio&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I missing something? Hope I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, here's another issue in my school that I want to talk about, I'm a guy filled with issues, so here it goes. Its about my friends in school, &lt;s&gt;mostly the ones in section 3-30&lt;/s&gt;. They act like they don't know me, like they don't care about me. Just because people call me &lt;i&gt;"emo"&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"scene kid"&lt;/i&gt; or whatever doesn't mean they should treat me like one. They sometimes insult joke me but never said &lt;i&gt;"It was only a joke"&lt;/i&gt;, they could've said it was only a joke because I take things seriously if they never told me that. I feel like I'm being left out, really, I'm really a failure with friends. Actually I think they never considered me as a friend, just like what one of my 'so-called friend of mine' said that &lt;i&gt;"You're just an aquaintance of mine"&lt;/i&gt;. You know what the problem is? They seek a friend that is perfect for them, not me who is nothing but a boring, depressed, pessimistic guy in the corner. I'm not perfect but could they at list look at themselves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to slap this blog post to their faces, shove it in their mouth and hope that they choke to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the past, where things were just fine, flowers still bloomed, butterflies all groomed, trees and grasses dance, hearts in romance. But not today, where things are vine, dark clouds loom, love glooms, smiles of every faces are frowns, happiness drown. By the way this is a poem by &lt;a href="http://driggor.deviantart.com/"&gt;Driggor&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; which comes out to be me. That's all for today, see you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-7174693658275624456?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7174693658275624456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=7174693658275624456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/7174693658275624456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/7174693658275624456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-week.html' title='Hell Week'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-2650072536493596429</id><published>2009-02-25T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:17:25.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure is No Pleasure</title><content type='html'>Another day, another Career Conference but this time the speakers are extra prepared with activities and things. It was fun, especially the speaker in Service thingy, although Arts was also fun too. Really fun, as in it didn't make me sleep at all, it kept me await. Its a good thing I was sitted in front as I said earlier that I would sit a front for Arts because if there is a thing I can't live without in this world, its arts. I really hope the same thing will happen tomorrow. By the way, last day of Career Conference tomorrow and it covers the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while the Career Conference was still going on, the third year prefect of student affairs has asked me to make a poster for the fourth year for something I don't know and I don't care. And yes I am going to make that poster since Ms. Adriano is really a nice teacher and hard working. The poster I'm going to make is about this quote, &lt;i&gt;"It takes a lion and a lioness to survive the jungle out there"&lt;/i&gt;, its about bravery, courage etc. I already have planned the come out of the poster and the only problem now is drawing and coloring it. Deadline is at Friday and its really a lot of pressure so I have to start this poster like today. But not now... hehe, later nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also back in the dancing group for our music project. I feel left out today in practice though and I don't know when is the presentation but I think its tomorrow so its really another pressure, but I know already the dance steps so, no big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have &lt;i&gt;"Sabayang Pagbigas"&lt;/i&gt; which is like... next week? Very important that I practice this but unfortunatly, my service doesn't have any 5:30 today but I hope tomorrow does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the deadlines of our project is next week and its my fault for being a petix guy and doing things last minute. Yes, I havn't done a single one of them yet but I'll catch up... I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about petix or lazy people, I have noticed that most people who are good at art (like me), either if you're in the art of drawing, painting, sketching etc. you are a lazy person. Yes, most people who are good at art are lazy but I'm not saying all the people who are good at art, I just said &lt;b&gt;MOST&lt;/b&gt;. All they want to do is draw, sketch, paint, scrap, photograph and other crap, yes, that's why when you see one not listening to the teacher while discussing, he/she might be just doodling around the notebook, desk or paper, if you want, the hand. I got to admit that I'm like that but it's fun, really fun but don't be influence to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget, I know there is this issue in school that some of my classmates and schoolmates don't trust me. Well I'm gonna tell you a secret for you guys, to tell wether I'm lying, I'm either moving too much or my hands are shivering or I just can't stop swaying, yes, that's true so next time you don't trust me, just watch my moves and you'll know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you guys know, I just found out that Megan Fox was actually a transexual, I was like, OhMiGawd. A pretty lady... or man like her or him. Woah, now I'm confuzed. Anyway continuing what I've said, a pretty lady like her can't possibly be a trans I mean, woah, this is so new to me, I should really watch Celebrity News a lot. Well that's all, see yah soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-2650072536493596429?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2650072536493596429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=2650072536493596429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/2650072536493596429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/2650072536493596429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/pressure-is-no-pleasure.html' title='Pressure is No Pleasure'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-835509097985611506</id><published>2009-02-24T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:22:39.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposite of the Day Before Today</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, today seems to be the opposite from the day before today... in short yesterday and the other two days that was extremely bad luck, but it doesn't mean today has no flaws, there is no such thing as a perfect day, never in life will a person get a perfect day. As the saying goes &lt;i&gt;"Nobody is Perfect"&lt;/i&gt;. Nobody doesn't only refer to people just to let you guys know. Ohmigawd, I suddenly remembered a line from a movie &lt;i&gt;"Practice makes perfect, but since nobody is perfect then why practice?"&lt;/i&gt;, some of you guys might have already heard this in a movie or somewhere out there in the blue where the red sky sues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um... moving on. Career Conference, whooo! It was boring yesh I know, it's a miracle I was awake till the end of the conference, it was about Business and Medicine. Tomorrow's Career Conference will be about Arts and I forgot the other one, anyway the conference is up to until Thursday where we will have to listen to some boring talks from people which are also former bedan students. But inspite of the boring talks, I'm still excited about Career Conference about art tomorrow afternoon. I love art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else... um... ah, my USB, I'm somehow a careless person most of the time like Bella Swan (if you know her) but... I lost my USB. Its kinda funny because when I discovered only today that I lost my USB, I was like worried and I panic all over the house asking everyone &lt;i&gt;"Have you seen my USB?"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Where is my USB?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Is my USB with you?"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Give me my USB bitch!&lt;/i&gt;. I searched everywhere in the house just for that little flask drive but still no sign of my USB, I didn't even bring it a school today, it was right in my working table. Ohmygulay, all my important files are there, I hope I find it soon enough, but for now, I'm relaxing my way through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that's all for today, tomorrow is Ash Wednesday so don't forget to put ash in your forehead tomorrow, that's if, if you're catholic, I don't know if other religions do this ash thingy but I don't really care. Its getting late so good night, sweet nightmares and sleepy tight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you guys go! Plz read!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that I don't want to post in this blog because it's kinda confidencial but if I don't like you, I won't care what you will feel once I post something here and tell the public about you today. Its somehow nasty, yesh I know but that's me. All I'm going to say is he's so lucky that I won't post here a really embarassing thing about him, I really hate the guy and I really want to post it but he's lucky. Lets hide him in the initials K. J. D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-835509097985611506?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/835509097985611506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=835509097985611506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/835509097985611506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/835509097985611506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/opposite-of-day-before-today.html' title='Opposite of the Day Before Today'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-8401088581921988985</id><published>2009-02-21T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:38:02.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remembered!</title><content type='html'>Okay so last time I forgot to tell you guys something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's an issue in my school that I would like to talk about and its getting in my nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I have a crush in school (again... if you don't know about this don't ever ask me or I'll shovel drum sticks through your throat and poke the eyes I want) and he found out because of my freakin' ID with his name on it. &lt;s&gt;Should've removed it while I had the chance he didn't know&lt;/s&gt;. And so did his girlfriend found out that I like him and you know what happened after that incident? They reacted of course. So this is what their reaction is as was told by me by moi busmates, they said his girlfriend became mad at me, I'm like "What the hell" its not like I'm gonna steal him from her but the thing is, I really love the guy but if they are happy together then fine, if they are truely meant for each other then whatever, &lt;i&gt;what is meant to be will be&lt;/i&gt; and I think she should know that. Its just... all I can say it that she's so immature, to be mad at me just because of a simple thing is so immature. And I can also say that first year students in SBC Rizal SY 2008-2009 are immature, special mention some boys of fifteen subtracted to three. They actually got discussed on me for being a bisexual, they're making it a big deal, they're also insensitive, they never care what you feel either you get hurt or not. &lt;b&gt;IMMATURES!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, its not my thing to live today, its been a bad day for me and I don't want to talk about it. &lt;b&gt;BAD TRIP!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Btw, I'm wearing eyeliner right now but who cares. Well that's all for today, see yah laterz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;----- Call of Nature is better than a Broken Ankle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-8401088581921988985?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8401088581921988985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=8401088581921988985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8401088581921988985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8401088581921988985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-remembered.html' title='I Remembered!'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-5190412976138361356</id><published>2009-02-20T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:41:25.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaws of the Dead</title><content type='html'>After all those busy day I've finally got the time to post in this blog. Gawd, I miss blogging, I almost even forgot my e-mail address to this site because I have a lot of e-mail and I don't know which is which and I'm too lazy to check one on one on which is the original &lt;b&gt;blogging e-mail&lt;/b&gt;. Oh, and also my password, I almost forgot that too, its a good thing I remembered at the second trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't understand what I just said at the first paragraph, GOOD! because I don't know what I was saying. I'm crazy, and I know you all know that I know I'm crazy and you know I am crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... but before anything else, lets check self first. Okay so I've really changed since the last time you saw or talked or chatted with me. If the last time you never ever hear me say bad words and things like that but now I'm hella good at it and I actually feel good saying all those curses, it lifts up my &lt;i&gt;burning red soul of fire&lt;/i&gt; but of course you don't want me to say unappropriate words right here right now, now do we? Oh I've also have a crush on a first year student, I think I already told you that, did I? Well if you don't know about it don't ask me, if you did, I'll shovel two drum stricks through your throat and get the eye I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to &lt;i&gt;Flaws by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/caitlincrosby"&gt;Caitlin Crosby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; while writting this post =D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;...but who cares, okay let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, tell me if my pessimism is scaring your optimism (sorry kung marami munang pschorba-chorba).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... it's already Febuary 20, 2009 which means its almost Feb 21... weh korny... just kidding. Which means it's almost March and we all know that in March here in the Philippines its almost vacation from school and me, being a 3rd year gets to move on to 4th year (I hope...). And yeah, its currently 4th quarter and its been a busy month and tons of pressure is all over the air. Seriously, I can't handle all of these stress, I can't even remember what I'm gonna do next, do assignment - project - seatwork - activities, I should get an organizer. Wonder how Gab and the other top 10 can handle all this hardcore. I think I'm gonna get a heart attack and die now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else did I forgot to say... I hate Edward Cullen but I love Alice Cullen, okay weird, how did we get there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I also make no sense and I know you all know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Damn, what was that I was suppose to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever it is I hope I remember it soon and post it here soon. Um... so belated Valentines Day and to my fellow classmates and schoolmates, there are no classes this coming Monday, I'll laugh on how stupid you are if you did come to school this coming Monday and no, I don't know why there are no classes on Monday, all I know is that Ms. Prefect of Student Affairs of the Third and Fourth Year Department said "If you watched news you'll know why?" but the problem is, I'm not a fan of TV and obviously I don't watch news! And I never read the news paper, only the comic part of the newspaper and that's all. Belated V-day again and good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-----New layout...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-5190412976138361356?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5190412976138361356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=5190412976138361356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5190412976138361356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5190412976138361356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/flaws-of-dead.html' title='Flaws of the Dead'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-6418805386910370922</id><published>2008-09-28T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:47:58.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Things Most Girls Don't Know</title><content type='html'>Got this informations from Kristine ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 things most girls dont know&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them!&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah..you're not "popular" if you've slept with more than 6 guys..you're a HOE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--We love it when girls talk about there boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize- how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful.If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don't say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren't interested in a relationship and they will respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--We don't like girls who are too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Always make sure you know what kind of stuff your getting into before making out with a guy ...like wheather it's a one time deal or not ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Believe it or not shy guys are the most easiest to talk to..it may not seem right but trust me they will start opening up like books after you just ask them questions about their lives and unoticable tell them about yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn't intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that...after you let him know a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-6418805386910370922?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6418805386910370922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=6418805386910370922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/6418805386910370922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/6418805386910370922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2008/09/60-things-most-girls-dont-know.html' title='60 Things Most Girls Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-6307751849292025302</id><published>2008-08-09T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T03:54:24.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains</title><content type='html'>August 10, 2008, Saturday... it's raining outside, somehow the rain is cries as I cry deep inside of me. Its my birthday and only a few told "Happy Birthday" to me, the others... I don't know, I think they forgot. I can't even remember when was the last time my closest friend told that Happy Birthday to me, even my boyfriend hasn't greeted me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Quarter in our school is already leaving because Second Quarter needs to come in already. Everything happened just like yesterday, time is running faster this year. I didn't even realize summer was over. I kinda have nothing much to say today  but... I really miss the old days... it's raining outside, I'm crying when it rains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-6307751849292025302?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6307751849292025302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=6307751849292025302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/6307751849292025302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/6307751849292025302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='When It Rains'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-5761180555905608537</id><published>2008-07-05T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:16:45.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Day</title><content type='html'>Another ordinary day to spend time to die from boredom, its just so unfair, life is unfair. Another saturday without any homework from school and it really bores me more than ever. So yeah school was fine, some were boring, some were fun but never the less education is important even thought how much you hate school. Its been three weeks of school already and damn time really runs so fast, everything happen like it was just yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I remember yesterday ( July 04, 2008 ) I had two deja vus, it was kinda weird to have two deja vus in one day but it happened to me. School really is a bit harder than last year, a lot of pressure, a lot of... doopla! Well actually Third Year is a critical year, once I fail it there is a small chance that school will accept me and this is the year where I should do my best but... I think I can't do it. I need help here please -frowns-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah its getting harder to breathe but I'll try my best. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-5761180555905608537?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5761180555905608537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=5761180555905608537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5761180555905608537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5761180555905608537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2008/07/ordinary-day.html' title='Ordinary Day'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-2143204150070618499</id><published>2008-06-17T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T05:22:10.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Of Life</title><content type='html'>Third day of school and three days of continous giving of homeworks by teachers. Its kinda fun because finally I have something to worry about rather than sitting here and play the computer for the rest of the day. Well, although I'm having fun having lots and lots of homeworks my day is still dull, boring and somehow depressing (dont ask why). Somehow I became worse in class, I've been sleeping between subjects and its annoying. I've beem wanting to do good this year but my body is refusing and I don't know why, I need help here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-2143204150070618499?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2143204150070618499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=2143204150070618499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/2143204150070618499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/2143204150070618499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2008/06/three-of-life.html' title='Three Of Life'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-5174207111934936225</id><published>2008-06-13T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:18:11.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First the Day</title><content type='html'>I thought I wouldn't make it once I stepped on my first tile in school but then I thought myself wrong with that. First day of school, June 13 a.k.a. Friday the 13th and it was fine so far. Met new people, new classmates and a new friend, what a nice start to start a first day of school. Well homeworks were still included in the first day so yeah... At list after Friday is Saturday which means no classes after the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things changed in the school, new rules, new teachers, new students and also new hairstyles of my old classmates and school mates. So many things really changed and I can't enumerate all, actually I don't rememeber some of the changes already but the most hated rule that was posted in the school is no bangs. Many hated it too so I'm not alone to hate the rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-5174207111934936225?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5174207111934936225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=5174207111934936225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5174207111934936225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5174207111934936225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day.html' title='First the Day'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-5529604496363418</id><published>2008-05-26T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T04:34:22.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervousness to Unconsciousness</title><content type='html'>Its already May 26 and its almost school days again. I don't know why but I feel a bit nervous of going back to school. It feels like I'm running out of oxygen, like I'm not gonna make it once I step my first foot back to school. Maybe I just need a hug... maybe but who will do that for me? My parents? Not really, they never hug me. My brothers and sister? Never hugged them ever since. My friends? That will be weird. So that's only leads to my girlfriend, oh wait I forgot, we broke up already. What a depressing life I have, so boring, so dull and so grey. There is also this feeling I have that I'm already useless to this world and I don't deserve to live anymore. Sometimes whenever I think of these things my heart beats faster than the usual. It beats so fast I can't catch enough air and it makes me hard to breathe. But what do you care about my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-5529604496363418?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5529604496363418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=5529604496363418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5529604496363418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/5529604496363418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2008/05/nervousness-to-unconsciousness.html' title='Nervousness to Unconsciousness'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-2477651508639449149</id><published>2008-05-19T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:38:10.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Special</title><content type='html'>Just another boring, grey day doing nothing but sit here, play the computer, listen to music and chat with random people I know. Well anyway everyday is a boring, grey day in my life, that's why I always say &lt;i&gt;"Life is so unfair for me"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back home yesterday after visiting my grandmother's house for one week (May 11 - May 18). So how was it, well as far as I know it rained and rained in there and it was really boring staying inside my grandma's house and watch, eat and sleep inside the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-2477651508639449149?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2477651508639449149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=2477651508639449149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/2477651508639449149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/2477651508639449149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing Special'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404150754813112248.post-8607744150468393778</id><published>2008-05-09T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:12:08.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>It may be unbelieveable but yeah its really real. So after for a year or maybe months of my lifetime without updating my blog, well now I'm back. It may be a lot of work posting here everyday but I can do it even though I think I can't but I have friends that will always be there for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really been a long time, many things changed like me. Wow, I changed a lot since the my last post in 2007. Well time really does pass by that fast, so is life I really moved on from that old happy kid into a more depressing one, it's a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, its kinda late for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5404150754813112248-8607744150468393778?l=hephilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8607744150468393778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404150754813112248&amp;postID=8607744150468393778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8607744150468393778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404150754813112248/posts/default/8607744150468393778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hephilia.blogspot.com/2008/05/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Driggor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819501495033252493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIQ2_cqjSqY/SN9dnjEqUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ufAyEhrTSIs/S220/jump-button.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
