<?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-5010665</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:54:51.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, what fools these mortals be....</title><subtitle type='html'>I love splurging!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-106680004387233110</id><published>2003-10-21T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T22:20:43.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY! It's been a really long time!&lt;br /&gt;I know, what kind of lazy ass am I...&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty busy these past few months with college and stuff.  Now, I just finished enrolling myself for the second semester.  I'm bored, out of my wits and just trying to make this sembreak into something memorable.  &lt;br /&gt;The guy I'm hooked on now is someone who just broke my heart because of the fact that he will never notice me that way.&lt;br /&gt;Am i even making any sense on this blog output.  Sheesh...I'm too heartbroken to even care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-106680004387233110?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/106680004387233110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/106680004387233110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106680004387233110' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-92558358</id><published>2003-04-13T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T20:01:08.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week had been a pretty boring week.  Did absolutely nothing but eat and waste my precious summertime watching the tube.  Yep, I should be a professional bum when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my bestfriend’s debut party last week was good.  A little bit too formal for my taste with all the &lt;i&gt;pa-ek-ek&lt;/i&gt;, but April did look fabulous in a dress.  Just like a princess.  Got a nagging suspicion her crush is starting to like her back…&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it’s Holy Week once again.  Time to repent for our sins and prepare ourselves for the resurrection of our Messiah.  &lt;br /&gt;Gonna be pretty busy doing readings this week, being a lector and all.  &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I have learned that the guy I hate the most in my life is also enrolling in the same college as I am.  Not only that, he’s also planning to take up the same course that I’m planning to take up.  Nursing!  God, what are the odds of this?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buysit nga pangabuhi man ini man!  La na ko gani lablife, amo pa ni natabo sa akon!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-92558358?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/92558358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/92558358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92558358' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-91683647</id><published>2003-03-30T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T19:41:13.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, what’s new this past week?  Absolutely nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, ex-boyfriend won’t show up on bestfriend’s debut because his current girlfriend  won’t allow him to go because of moi’.  Bestfriend angry and unforgiving.  Moi’ pissed off and disappointed in ex-koibito.  Ex-koibito is nervous about the whole matter.  And current girlfriend jealous (?) of moi’ and about to make moi’ pissed off even more.&lt;br /&gt;Very complicated situation, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-91683647?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/91683647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/91683647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91683647' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-91310745</id><published>2003-03-24T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T16:08:45.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, graduation is over.  I am now an official graduate and alumnae of our freillin’ school.  Should I really go sentimental about it?  I didn’t cry.  I only felt moisture forming in my eyes when our valedictorian, Patricia Amparo gave her speech.  I could not help not crying because I was having too much fun posing for pictures and congratulating friends and enemies alike.  Yep, there was no time to shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;After grad. Me and my family ate a late dinner at a place called Kristenz (?), of which the owner’s daughter is my Kuya’s long-time crush.  Had nice beef misono with bean sprouts and garlic rice.  Meanwhile, a friend of mine, Trixie was making mooneyes on a local Filipino actor, Onemig Bondoc over at another restaurant, Kaisei where she and her family dined.  Till today, I think she’s still a little bit star struck, especially after she had her pic taken with him.&lt;br /&gt;Day after grad. Me and a several of my friends slept over for one night in a hotel called Royal Am Rei.  Had a lot of fun pigging out and making chika with the whole lot of them.  And even though I’m sure that it’s not our last outing together, I’m soooooooooooooo going to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pause&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m back here in my own house, sleepy and feeling anxious about getting my report card this afternoon.  Can’t help it.  I’ve got a feeling that my grades in English and Math are low.  God, it’s the start of summer but it sure doesn’t feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;JA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-91310745?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/91310745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/91310745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91310745' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-90849391</id><published>2003-03-17T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T03:21:51.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams the other week were so and so.  &lt;i&gt;PAMATAY GYUD ANG ALGEBRA!!!  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;Tribute went quite nicely.  Presented damn play again.  Experienced a lot of bloopers, too.  During the first few seconds of the very first scene, one of our makeshift trees fell on the floor next to me, missing my head by mere inches.  On my second scene with my classmate and good friend Irene, who was playing Oberon BTW (my gay lover &lt;i&gt;daw&lt;/i&gt;!), as I was making my exit, I bumped very noisily and noticeable into one of our makeshift bushes.  Kept telling myself that this was supposed to be a comedy anyway as I heard the resounding laughter of the audience, so what the heck?  &lt;br /&gt;Now, we're just practicing for graduation.  And let me tell you, it is fun...NOT.  Fun with a capital B, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Here we are dear SSA..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so can't wait for all this to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-90849391?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/90849391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/90849391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90849391' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-89768976</id><published>2003-02-26T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T02:45:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School, minus some of the strenuous workload was dead good today.  Got a nice grade in our long test in Eco and on some CLE quizzes.  Maybe my grades this quarter won’t be so bad after all…&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish we were finished with our final exams already!  I just absolutely cannot wait for summer anymore.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to get glasses yesterday due to the fact that my eyes have been getting more and more sore lately.  Was even excited about it too.  Guess I’m the only person who actually would like to wear glasses.  But it turns out as a false alarm.  The doctor said I had only been engrossed in schoolwork and all that glamorous shit in school.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sigh&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year…(*_*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-89768976?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89768976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89768976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89768976' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-89693233</id><published>2003-02-24T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T02:45:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished revising chapter one of freillin' term paper.  I've posted all of my quiz results in another blog.  You can check it out at www.girlfanki.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;I could link that to this blog but I'm too lazy to do that right now.  &lt;br /&gt;Ja mata ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-89693233?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89693233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89693233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89693233' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-89638043</id><published>2003-02-24T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T04:21:13.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got hold of the friggin’ computer!  Miaka, I know you totally agree with me when I say that siblings, specifically BROTHERS (!)  are definite pains in the ass!&lt;br /&gt;Now Miaka, I read all about your Valentine’s entry and I am telling you, stop being jealous!!!  There is absolutely nothing, NOTHING about me that you should be jealous of.  Receiving roses from a guy I DO NOT like is anything but romantic.  Nice, but not romantic.  And as if you don’t know, and let me remind you that I have a very sucky lovelife right now!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pause&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco (the pup) slept on me yesterday.  Such a nice puppy, my baby.&lt;br /&gt;School was dead bad today.  All I can think and worry about is that stupid term paper that I still have to revise for English!  &lt;br /&gt;KUSO!&lt;br /&gt;Kami-sama, I can’t wait for school to be over.  Good for me that I’m graduating.  This week’s our last week of classes for this schoolyear.  I don’t think I could get sentimental about the fact that I’m gonna be leaving my alma mater soon.  All I could care about right now is passing senior year, have a really nice summer with a gorgeous fling and get into a decent college course in a decent college.  Sure, it sucks that I have to stay here in Bacolod, but hell, things could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pause&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Got no classes tomorrow, yet again.  But why do I get the feeling I ain’t gonna enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, Buffy’s on!  Ja ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-89638043?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89638043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89638043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89638043' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-89491356</id><published>2003-02-21T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T03:53:43.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miaka,  I'm glad you got out of the friggin' haus.  &lt;br /&gt;The pups are really getting cuter and cuter.  Due to the rally for peace yesterday and today, we had no classes.  (THREE CHEERS FOR WORLD PEACE!)  I got to spend a whole lot of time bonding with my lil' Draco. (The pup, not the HP character.  Wish it was him though...)&lt;br /&gt;Gtg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-89491356?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89491356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89491356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89491356' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-89137624</id><published>2003-02-15T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T02:12:52.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's yesterday?  It was okay.  A guy sent me flowers...&lt;br /&gt;But that's not why I think my Valentine's 2003 did not suck unlike last year.  WE WON THE FRIGGIN' PLAY CONTEST!!!  Have I mentioned that it was a contest?  Oh, well.  &lt;br /&gt;Yes, we won against the two other sections in our batch.  I'm really happy about it because we did work hard for it.  My Miaka's class also did well.  They performed a modern version of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.  Actually, their story was based on a DG Mimato fanfic.  Their class did break a window while moving their props around though.  &lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-89137624?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89137624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89137624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89137624' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-89027811</id><published>2003-02-13T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T04:15:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in this stage right now where all I feel from the start to the end of the day is pure loneliness.  Angst, even.  Depression.  Whatever else you may call it, as my Miaka would like to say.&lt;br /&gt;I am a person in vast need of some romance.  Just for the record, I haven't had a real lovelife in a year and eleven days.  Not even serious crushes.  I know, I know.  Big deal.  A lot of people have suffered worse fates.  I'm only not thrilled about it because now, I am nearing college life wherein I vowed not to have any serious lovelife.  Because of that also, I have grown to be a person suffering from want of &gt;eek!&lt; LUUUVE.  &lt;br /&gt;I have never considered myself as a person who easily succumbs to that mushy mysterious feeling, but still...&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't help that tomorrow is Valentine's Day.  (Also, my friend, Pato's bday.)&lt;br /&gt;Anybody out there interested to hook up with a dark-haired petite anime fanatic gal?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;slight pause&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, how pathetic can I friggin' get?  Life so sucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, I did well on my report card.  And I' ve changed my mind.  I'm getting a black labrador retriever instead of a blond one.&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-89027811?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89027811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/89027811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89027811' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-88793018</id><published>2003-02-09T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T01:35:40.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got accepted in UST.  Don't think I could really care much since I'm not allowed to stay in Manila for college.  &gt;SIGH&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;Siblings are watching "Master of Disguise."  Stupid.  &lt;br /&gt;I.  AM.  DEAD.  BORED.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, no classes.  WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch Gensomaden Saiyuki the movie parts one and two later on.  DOUBLE WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................................................................................I need to pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-88793018?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/88793018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/88793018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88793018' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-88777193</id><published>2003-02-08T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T17:15:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acdemy day yesterday was very boring.  Slightly dragging, too. Our field demonstration sucked!  BIG TIME!  Can you say DISASTER?! I hate the fact that our play was postponed to the 14th!  Sure, Valentine's Day would be a great "touch" to our play but I just want it to be over!  Am I making any sense?  Gomen, I'm pretty high on chocolate and Pepsi blue right now and I still lack sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-88777193?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/88777193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/88777193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88777193' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-88585840</id><published>2003-02-05T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T04:21:04.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The family dog Whapi gave birth to cute little retrievers today.  And I am hell bent on naming one of the two male dogs, Draco.  &lt;br /&gt;Academy days in my school are here and I am playing Puck in our Shakespearean play "A Midsummer Night's Dream".  &lt;br /&gt;"LORD, WHAT FOOLS THESE MORTALS BE!"  Hell, yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-88585840?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/88585840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/88585840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88585840' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010665.post-88376499</id><published>2003-02-01T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T06:12:29.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a masochictic sixteen-year-old whose greatest dream in life is to be a professional bum like my soul sister Miaka. Greatest achievement in life? Scaring a restaurant waiter on a hot Thursday afternoon. Kindda hard to explain. Let's just say I should definitely think twice before using the flip-your-goddamned-hair-manuever on a guy, accidentally, or not!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010665-88376499?l=sakuramonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/88376499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010665/posts/default/88376499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakuramonkey.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88376499' title=''/><author><name>sakura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394264046206650151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
