<?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-9603626</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:51:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trasoooy</title><subtitle type='html'>Tracy's blog. FCUKness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-111329600841139569</id><published>2005-04-12T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:53:44.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bora</title><content type='html'>Sorry, it's been such a long time since my last update which dated back after the freshmen's night '05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bora. The place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I last visited the fab beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, mom and I departed bustling METRO MANILA and arrived at the ISLA EL PARADISO--Boracay. We stayed at the Regency Hotel on Station 2 of the sunny island in the middle of nowhere and decided to eat brunch at the hotel's restaurant. After which, my sister and I giddily took our clothes to divulge our bikinis and added board shorts to our swimwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pristine water was torquoise and the sand on the beach can be described as POLVORON. Fine and soft, white and sparkly. There were a lot of people including celebrities like the VIVA HOT BABES, Franco Mabanta, Nikki/Nicky (From Disney Channel's Studio D) and Judda Paolo (Is his name spelled correctly?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay, if I could only give you readers such a detailed description on my expedition in Boracay. Aside from the many cute boys that I saw and hopefully met if my mom didn't ban me from the lovely rays of the Boracay sun, I might've met those boys. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-111329600841139569?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/111329600841139569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=111329600841139569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/111329600841139569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/111329600841139569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/04/bora.html' title='Bora'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-111116105187733166</id><published>2005-03-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:50:51.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshmen's Night 2005</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it wasn't that good; but it didn't suck either. In fact, I'd rank it a 7 out of 10. The Fresh Night, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was held at Albergus. The famous place down at Old Balara just before you hit Celeb. Featured bands were 2 major, (Parokya Ni Edgar, Kjwan) and a lot of amateur bands such as, Saturday Conspiracy, Bandido, Gorgeous Garbage and Unnamed bands of Betang and Carla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never forget this night wherein I had such fun memories that can last a lifetime. I remember Gelo Arucan dressing up with this dull polo as a decoy to cover up his pink shirt that had something written like, 'Blonde..', I can't remember what was written but I surely remember that at the back there was a huge print of a kiss mark. Ha ha. He is soooo GAY. He even said that he was 95% Girl and 5% consisted of his testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was Kiko. A TV Idol dude who was Yvet's date for this night. Okay he was cute but, I'd rather not ruin the night for Yvet. Besides, there are a lot of fish in the sea. They were soooo cute together. They were like made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the forever, unbreakable, strong couple Joni and Ayo. They were sooo cute to. Just overflowing each other with their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VANESSA. Yvet's sis came crashing at the party. Hopefully making Kiko notice her and desperately waiting for the arrival of Kjwan. She and Gelo were deeply conversing about something that I have absolutely no idea about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so much to talk about but you know what? I won't share the experience. I won't. It's too good to tell and I might just spoil the moment and memories that are forever stored in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great summer.&lt;br /&gt;*tracy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-111116105187733166?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/111116105187733166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/111116105187733166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/03/freshmens-night-2005.html' title='Freshmen&apos;s Night 2005'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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-9603626.post-111067967727806941</id><published>2005-03-13T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T10:07:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examinations</title><content type='html'>Malapit na ang exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na matapos ang school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na ang fresh night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit nang mawala sa isipan ko lahat ng nakaksukang itsura ng mga gurong nakakabato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na i-launch ang A.Y.T. Couture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na ang araw-araw na patuloy na tulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na ang simula ng bagong school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na akong matapos sa post na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-111067967727806941?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/111067967727806941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=111067967727806941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/111067967727806941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/111067967727806941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/03/examinations.html' title='Examinations'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110907173847254040</id><published>2005-02-22T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:28:58.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joder te cono</title><content type='html'>If you're curious about what this means, well, i'll tell you. FUCK YOU CUNT. Haha. I'm not referring to you. Nor am I referring this phrase to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick review of MONDAY and TUESDAY since those are the only days in which I remember what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly there was a practice at the Gaston's residence in LGM, LGV. However, what happened was an unexpected splash in the village pool. So, all those who came early and late went for a dip in the pool. Consequences were mild such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-not wearing underwear since they got wet during the dip&lt;br /&gt;-wearing the undies but are still wet making you look like you peed on your pants and made you look as if you were a lactating mother.&lt;br /&gt;-wet hair and drying it through natural processes would create a monster of a hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, today. Did some artwork for THE. Oh and we had this kwento session with Ms. Noriel. She shared her experience. First time smoking. Haha. It took her 40 minutes to tell us the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Friday, there'll be a gimik thing with the following girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Moi, Tracy&lt;br /&gt;-Andi&lt;br /&gt;-Yvet&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us'll be going to the fab building of UKAY-UKAYS in Aurora Blvd. Then we're off to watch Constantine at Gateway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;Joder te cono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110907173847254040?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110907173847254040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110907173847254040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110907173847254040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110907173847254040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/02/joder-te-cono.html' title='joder te cono'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110855363404898409</id><published>2005-02-16T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T19:33:54.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been a long time since I last posted something in my blog. Well, the past weeks flew so fast. Maybe it's because of the BORING school activity: Girls at the Center Week. A week wherein all we do is not related to academics. A week of boredom and hectic, hassle and exhausting training for the Sayawatha and Pep Squad's Concert, Dance Avenue last February 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also proud to say that I lost some pounds from the vigorous training. The Sunday after the concert was plain movie tripping. Not with my friends, I'm sad to say but with my mom, aunts, and sis. They are fun to be with, except that my friends make me go berserk laughing, guffawing, and snorting. We watched Phantom of the Opera and A Very Long Engagement. Both movies lasted around 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'd like to say Phantom isn't what you're thinking...HORROR or BORING or what not but in fact, it's really worth the watch and the money you pay for the movie ticket. As for me, it's really worth the Php 120.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, A Very Long Engagement would leave you feeling bitin or cut short. It's not at all a serious as the trailer and once you leave the theatre, you'd remember the aunt. 'Doggie fart, it gladdens my heart.' In French of course. Or you'd remember the letters MMM which stand for 'Manech is Marrying Mathilde' or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, so far that's all that I remember. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110855363404898409?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110855363404898409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110855363404898409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110855363404898409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110855363404898409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/02/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110656106182697861</id><published>2005-01-24T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:04:21.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha...*uber long survey*</title><content type='html'>All of the surveys I'm doing were copied, pasted and slighty revised by moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TWO NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, Trasoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. TWO THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;big boobs, weird hair (head!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TWO THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND:&lt;br /&gt;Religion and Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. TWO THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;MOOONSTERS! My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. TWO THINGS / People / Anything U NEED EVERYDAY:&lt;br /&gt;knickers and really good gloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE BRANDS:&lt;br /&gt;TOPSHOP!!! FCUK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. TWO OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS @ THE MOMENT:&lt;br /&gt;Prototype- Andre 3000 Outkast, Dragonfly- Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. TWO PERSONS YOU SPEND THE MOST TIME WITH:&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my sis. I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. TWO THINGS YOU CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, party without a chaperone and not think about anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. TWO OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;shopping! sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO REALLY BUY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;a new mobile and shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. TWO CAREERS (BUSINESS) YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;Cosmetic Surgery and Fashion Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. TWO PLACES YOU WOULD GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;Maldives and Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. TWO OF YOUR FAVOURITE PERSONS:&lt;br /&gt;Yael Yuzon and Marc Abaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. TWO THINGS YOU DID YESTERDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Ate and slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another survey I copied and pasted from Cheddar who got this from Jendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the color of your bedroom walls?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Yellow and PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's inside your closet?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Vanity/Hygiene, Accessories, Undies...the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a carpet or hardwood floor?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; It's all tiles. For easy cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of pictures or stuff are on the walls?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; It's all bare. Except for a huge mirror for dancing and vanity purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your computer in the bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make your bed today?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Mama Nene. I call her mama since she took care of me and my ate since we were toddlers. She's like our 2nd mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your clothes all over the place?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your bed look like?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Full of pillows and huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk in the bedroom what's the first thing you smell?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Touch of Pink. Well, that's what I smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tv in your room?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any full-length mirrors?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What covers the windows? Curtains or mini blinds?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; A rolling blind thing except there arent any sections. It's hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's piled up under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the lights bright or dim in the room?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Bright lights....big city...weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use a little plug in night light?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink or smoke in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious when it comes to relationships?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; It depends. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of commitments?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you love a person who doesn't love you?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt / found true love?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you let go of someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a one man woman type of person?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; No, if it means that I can't have crushes in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With whom?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message to your loved one:&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR BAG:&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Mobile, lippy, brush, iPod, money, discount cards, atm card, barrettes, and shopping cards like TOPSHOP points card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 people you always hang out with&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Cheddar, Nikki, Yvet, Time, Chaz, Andi, Lyndz, Joni, Ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 OF YOUR FAVOURITE FOODS:&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Pesto, cream cheese and ham baguette, panini mozzarella, risotto, fish fingers, fries, kobe beef, california maki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 OF YOUR FAVORITE MOVIES&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Mean Girls, LOTR trilogy, Aladdin, Butterfly Effect, Meet the Fockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 qualities/things you like in a guy&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; good sense of humour, hygiene concious, active in sports, hot bod, has a talent, has brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 qualities/things you dont like in a guy&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;bad odor, hairy bod, bad breath, zit infested face, too serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 THINGS YOU COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; music, money, boys and shopping malls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 IDEAL GIFTS YOU WANT TO RECIEVE&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Money, a shopping spree, a spa day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 people you run to for advice&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Cheddar, Chaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 PERSON YOU WANT TO LIVE WITH FOR THE REST OF YOUR Life (aside from God and family)&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cno mdalas mong ksama sa skul?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Marami sila. Usually HIGAD - Kevin + Cheddar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano pnaka ayaw mong subject?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Social Studies/Hekasi/A.P./History lalo na pag walang kwenta, o walang kinalaman sa existence mo sa mundong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano gnagwa mo pag wla tcher nyo?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; iPod tripping or sumasayaw or daldalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano gnagawa mo pgkatapos ng klase?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; training/homework with tutor/shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may crush ka ba sa skul nyo?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; I AM NOT A lesbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano pkiramdam pag nakikita mo crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; parang mamatay ako pagnakita ko siya. Like my life just flashed before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano na ggawin mo pgkatapos mong sagutan ito?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Ipopost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cno kasama mo ngaun?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; wala, mumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang nasa dialled numbers ko ay sina&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; mommy, house, ate klyne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huling kinain ko ay&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; pandesal with cream cheese and herbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko talagang&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; pumasok sa school for the sake of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap mgmahal kapag&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; pinipilit mo lang mahalin ang taong yun for the sake of loving a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R U BORED?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Isn't it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IS UR LIFE NOWADAYS?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALE BEST FRIEND/S?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; wala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE BEST FRIEND/S?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; YVE! KIKI! MIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D LONGEST CONVERSATION ON D PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Grade school days pa yun e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SONG/s IS APPLICABLE 2 YOU RYT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Biglaan- 6 cycle mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND(S) U MISS?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Mich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAT IS IN UR MIND RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; "matulog nalang kaya ako? Kakatamad naman 'tong survey na 'toh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAT R U LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Biglaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO U THINK LIFE IS UNFAIR?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAT ANNOYS U D MOST?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Hem, hem. a lot of people and things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAT DO U THINK BOUT UR LOVE LYF RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matangkad o maLiit?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Ang ano? Ako ay matangkad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maingay o tahimik?:&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Maingay...very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makulit o mabait?:&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; ha ha. Makulit and mabait ako. nagtotoggle ang dalawang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer o dancer?:&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; dancer. bad ang dancing ko, worse naman ang singing ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging totoo ka ba sa pagsagot?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD NEEDS&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; More money from filthy rich people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; spectrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; my ate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Powerplant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD TURN BACK TIME, YOU WOULD?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; kill myself earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU THINK OF BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOR MOTTO IN LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Fashion was made to be unfashionable-coco chanel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; 25.06.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TIME IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; 18:00 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's In Your CD Player?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Time Did You Wake Up Today?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; half past nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current hairstyle:&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; bitin pa e...pinapahaba ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Hate?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; HILARY DUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Person From Your Past You Wish You Could Go Back And Talk To:&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Ha ha. Si ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to live when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; France or anywhere in europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of pillows you sleep w/?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; 4. 2 big, 2 small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wear when you go to sleep:&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; jimjams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you paranoid?!&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use the fone too much?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; say something really hurtful and not take it back. or i'd laugh at the person i just hurt. or i cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever physically hurt someone when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you curse when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you really cried your heart out?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever cried on your friend's shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you cry when you get an injury?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; depends. if it's a head injury, yeah. if i'm concious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do certain songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; JEEPNEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the worst thing you've done to somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; hmmm, can't remember ang dami eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you normally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wish you were happier?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about being with your friends, does that make u happy?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; depend what kinds of friend i'm with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever loved someone so much, that you'd die for them?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; no. and if I do love them so much, i still wouldn't die for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you ever love a person, and tell them that you love them?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have loved someone so much, it made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; weird. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone besides your friends and family ever said 'i love you' to you?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you actually hate?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; ha ha. fat bitch of the .... batch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever made a hate list?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been on a hate list?!&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; dunno, don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you hated any one that broke your heart?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you one of those idiots that think they are ugly, dumb, and fat?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; nope. 'cause i'm not an idiot.&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/9603626-110656106182697861?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110656106182697861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110656106182697861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110656106182697861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110656106182697861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/01/hahauber-long-survey.html' title='haha...*uber long survey*'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110640201370754719</id><published>2005-01-22T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T21:53:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fudgesicle</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't it be fab to have a super fudgey fudgesicle? Ha ha. Lovely day. We sung OPM at school while taking 5 off the practice for the speech fest; saw a friend at Starbs this noon; my cute cousin is to have a sleepover with me tonight, (don't worry, my cousin is a girl) and somebody did something that is somewhat a huge step for me. Huh? Labo ko talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had extra sugar in my caramel macchiato this noon at Starbs. I had the sugar high. DOI! Ha ha. Corny ng buhay. Tamad na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINATAMAD NG SOOOOBRA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110640201370754719?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110640201370754719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110640201370754719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110640201370754719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110640201370754719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/01/fudgesicle.html' title='Fudgesicle'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110630657309051935</id><published>2005-01-21T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T19:22:53.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaaaad Trip!</title><content type='html'>Okay, today wasn't really the cherry on top of my sundae for all the bad days of my life. But, our teacher partner was like, weird and got ballistic after we did a small run through of the Sppech Fest piece. She said, 'Ano ba naman 'yan one nine? Ang gulu-gulo ninyo! Nasasayang ang oras dahil sa dance na 'yan! Kung gusto niyo isama talaga ang dance, ayusin niyo naman! Ako pa naman din ang nagpipirma ng practice forms niyo araw-araw para makapagensayo kayo pag lunch!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkeiss. I'm the choreographer. I'm creating the dance. She cannot say that. It's like, blaspheming God when you say that my dance sucks or it shouldn't be in the particular scene. Actually, she has no say in this, because she has no idea what kind of merde we (class) are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I'm obssessing about that?! FUDGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm creating a list of all the terms we (yellow '08) have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbs     -  Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Coolness - Cool; beyond cool&lt;br /&gt;Hotness  -  Hot; uber-handsome dude/dudette&lt;br /&gt;Fudge     -  Fuck; used when there are adults/teachers around&lt;br /&gt;Lechugas-  Lettuce in Filipino&lt;br /&gt;Katips     -  Katipunan&lt;br /&gt;Caf         -  School cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;Teneo     -  Ateneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and a whole lot more-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110630657309051935?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110630657309051935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110630657309051935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110630657309051935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110630657309051935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/01/baaaaaad-trip.html' title='Baaaaaad Trip!'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110622285672425232</id><published>2005-01-20T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:07:36.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I=Prt</title><content type='html'>Maths. Investment=Principalxratextime. Ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those concerned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WILL BE A FRESHNIGHT 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we still have a lot of challenges to face since this is our first activity to create by ourselves. (Freshnight Committee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay, bumalik na rin ang American Idol. 4th season na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa nga ba ang masasabi ko? AHHH! Ang gago talaga ni Simon. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punyeta! Wala na akong masabi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110622285672425232?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110622285672425232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110622285672425232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110622285672425232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110622285672425232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/01/iprt.html' title='I=Prt'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110604918695376237</id><published>2005-01-18T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T19:55:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheisse</title><content type='html'>Ohkeiss, whatever. Things in High School is totally different than the things in Grade School. I've noticed it only now. I can't believe it. High School IS the HARDEST yet FUNNEST, FAB, COOLEST part of your education years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, there are a lot of activities that almost everyone enjoys. FAIRS, CONCERTS, FASHION SHOWS, BATCH NIGHTS, SPEECH FESTS and SONG FESTS. All of which are hard to help create or help finish to create a fab ambience for the specific activity. However, through all the hardships, there'll still be some fun in it. Like, When dancing, someone trips and end up in such a humourous position wherein even that person who tripped would just laugh about it. Or there'll be the incidental words of BAROK. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tracy! Alam mo ba kung magkano ang cheeseburger MEL(meal) sa McDo?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ano ulit yung margin? Diba a-f-G(j)-m, m-c-h-s?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nasa topic na kami ng integher(integer...-jer-)!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ay! Ang cute naman ng footwear mo! Ano yan? Happy fet(feet)?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. Would you like to take a seet(seat)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. The occassional BAROK happens a lot. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I copied and pasted this query from Cheddar's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED&lt;br /&gt;money, to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT&lt;br /&gt;more boho inspired clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M THINKING OF&lt;br /&gt;buying clothes from Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Christian Dior, Chanel (starry eyed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM&lt;br /&gt;a shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW&lt;br /&gt;my butt earlier this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WASHED&lt;br /&gt;my hands before eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BRUSHED&lt;br /&gt;my hair before sleeping last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE&lt;br /&gt;a doodle art for myself, ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FULL OF&lt;br /&gt;energy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE&lt;br /&gt;Migi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO&lt;br /&gt;enjoy shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIG&lt;br /&gt;Mundian To Bach Ke (Indian Dance Music in the Bilog ang Mundo advert in telly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T&lt;br /&gt;like fat bozos and kleptos, wannabes and queenbees, losers and dweebs. Kidding. I don't like the first match up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;take a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SCRAPED&lt;br /&gt;the wax found on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST&lt;br /&gt;want to shop and have fun shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LACK&lt;br /&gt;bucks, quid; I need more money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLOR:&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. Pinkish orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART OF YOUR BODY:&lt;br /&gt;My basOOmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUMENT:&lt;br /&gt;The violin since it's so fab to listen but it's so hard to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG:&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. Wait, let me think. Currently Soldier by Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER:&lt;br /&gt;deux! 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;Pinas: UP Outside: Cambridge University!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMAL:&lt;br /&gt;Yung hindi kumakain at tumatae, umiihi, nagiingay. Plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRINK:&lt;br /&gt;Vodka Ice. Not Absolut, I like Stoli. Pero kung wala talaga, surely, Absolut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;br /&gt;Science and HEALTH (ROCK ON!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Abenes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRUIT:&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARTOON CHARACTER:&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Simpson, in the Simpsons! Baka isipin niyo may cartoon na kapatid sina Ashlee and Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANGOUT:&lt;br /&gt;Mall. Any. Basta no B.O. and kleptos like SM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET UP:&lt;br /&gt;Jeans, any top, any kind of footwear that's appropriate for the attire. Pero ngayon, very boho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLACE:&lt;br /&gt;Shang, Gateway, Powerplant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME:&lt;br /&gt;Migi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scheisse- Shit in german&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110604918695376237?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110604918695376237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110604918695376237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110604918695376237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110604918695376237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/01/scheisse.html' title='Scheisse'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110578129297405073</id><published>2005-01-15T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T17:28:12.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CoolNESS</title><content type='html'>The Freshmen, or should I say FreshGIRLS rocked the Sports Complex of the High School last Friday. It was the Bball championship. It will determine our batches' fate. Well, through all the fouls, double dribbles, free throws and travelling balls, we won. 46-19 in favor of the FreshGIRLS, of course. Ha ha. 'Cest magnifique! We, Yellow batch won, therefore putting two FreshGIRLS in the mythical five. Freesia Munez and Alexandra Zuluaga (I have a huge crush on Miguel Zuluaga. Is he hot or is he hot?). Freesia was the chosen one who was titled the M.V.P. of Bball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the Intramurals that have passed, regular classes are starting on Monday. Haay, mamimiss ko ang SNOWCONES, TAPSILOG, DIRTY ICE CREAM at PHP10 WATER. With a budget of PhP 115, you can have all of what I've mentioned in the previous sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dyahe nga ng araw ko e. Badrtip talaga! I was at McDo in Katips ordering for Nikki, (Or Kiki as I call her.) and also ordering food for myself when all of a sudden the large coke fell on my jeans. It was sticky and icky like crazy and It even hit my mobile. So much for the coke I thought. But luckily, due to the carelessness of that person, I had my large coke refilled for FREE! Ha ha. Fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the uberfast eating, I went to Starbs near Beauty Bar, together with Yvet, Kiki, Prootoots, Chaz and Joyen to grab some caffeine and sugar before heading back to MC. I bought myself a COLA LOLLY and a short CARAMEL MACCHIATO with a bit of cinnamon.  So far, so good. So we head to the neighboring store, Beauty Bar to have a look-see of the products and buy some if there's something new or hot. We found some liquid eyeliner that would be oh-so-cool if we wore some for the SpeechFest later this month. I got the liner and held it near my eye, when I looked at the mirror and sighed, (WOW! I made a rhyme! I wish I could do it all the time!) My hair was frizzo-licious. Crapola. Nevertheless, I still lined my eyes and unfortunately, some liquid liner went straight to the lower-right white spot on my eyeball. It didn't hurt. So I wiped my index finger on the affected region and voila! The liner's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike two. Ha ha. First the coke, then the liner and hair, (I consider that one because it happened in one place at the same time). What next? Well, my classmates and I were back in the classroom in MC, I was so hyper because of the caffeine and sugar in the coffee. Chaz announced that the practice for the SpeechFest was to end at 3pm. I fished out my mobile in my bag when it was off. How could it be off? I just charged it a while ago. Without further adieu, I turned it on. It wouldn't. I opened the back to check on the SIM card, SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SIM looked like a part of it was eaten. CRAP. I tried the SIM on my classmates mobile, luckily it wasn't busted. However, my lovely mobile without a stylus and a stupid screen was leaking with coke. Ha ha. It took my quite a long time to turn it on with my SIM and finally it turned on. The alarms went off just as usual. But I can't delete pictures and when pressing the mobile's touchscreen, it's not exact. For instance, you press the applications button, it diverts you to the pictures. It's so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, strike three and I'm out. Huh. Tough day. Deep shit. Scheisse and merde is just one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friend Cheddar therefore, I copied and pasted her quessies on my blog. I am to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How will you feel if you found out you were adopted?&lt;br /&gt;-If I were adopted and know that I'm adopted, I'd be happy because I'm loved and I'd also be living a morbid or sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If given the chance to NOT finish school, but still you'll have regular income, will you give in? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;-I'll give in! Anything to NOT finish school is like heaven accepting a demonic child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which among these devastated places will you choose to help / prioritize: The provinces affected by the typhoon or the Asian countries affected by the tsunami?&lt;br /&gt;-The countries affected by the tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tingin mo may pag-asa kami ni Marc Abaya? (Kidding!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Hmmmm, oo, mukhang may pag-asa. Malay mo...ikaw talga ang inaasam-asam niyang babae sa kaniyang buhay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have this really mahangin friend, how do you deal?&lt;br /&gt;-Ditch the bitch. Hindi. Uhh, absorb. And If your spongeability can no longer absorb her mahangingNESS, then you ditch the bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you wanna watch a concert with me / us? It will be on January 22, Saturday. I haven't confirmed the venue yet, but I'm sure it will be somewhere in UP Diliman. Featuring Rivermaya; Ang tatlo: Jimmy Bondoc, Paolo Santos and Nyoy Volante; Nina; Akafellas; and many more. P350 lang :D&lt;br /&gt;-Ayoko kay Jimmy Bondoc, Nyoy, Paolo, Nina, Akafellas...besides may taong may birthday sa araw na iyon. Manggulo kaya ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To those who know who "Mike" is: You think this is right? Yung "tama na" thing? I mean, after several months of, you know, all of a sudden ayoko na? Haha malabo ba?&lt;br /&gt;-Huh...oo nga. Malabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. To all those who know about this: Why do you think I was / am hurt of the ay-si-ano-at-si-ano-na-pala thing? Ay. Ito na lang: You think I still love *blank* that's why I kind of ayoko na kay "Mike"?&lt;br /&gt;-Ahhhh! Dar, hindi pa sila ni ano! We had a night out with ano and she told me that hindi pa sila ni ano. Hindi raw kasi siya easy-to-get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkeiss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy.....he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110578129297405073?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110578129297405073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110578129297405073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110578129297405073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110578129297405073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/01/coolness.html' title='CoolNESS'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110544463358958347</id><published>2005-01-11T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:59:55.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hassle</title><content type='html'>Ang hassle ng araw ko. Ang daming pasaway, ang daming problema, ang daming requirements. Probably you people know who is the pasaway, what are the requirements, and why this god forsaken day is such a hassle. Probably you might not even know. Besides, I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm putting it all behind to at least lighten up this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a lot of new things. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cunt- noun; vulgar; someone stupid; female genitals; origin: germanic&lt;br /&gt;2. Tsunami in Asia- It is a calamity that is considered to be huge (It is HUGE. More like, humongous), since at affected the surrounding countries from the epicenter of the earthquake. Unlike the other calamities where it only involved one country.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fiscal crisis of our country- It was caused by the oil hike and the rising and falling of currencies such as the Euro, Pound and Dollar to name a few. It was also caued by the extreme stealing of money or corruption occuring in our government. It was said that the money accumulated for our economy was used for the campaign and/or use of the politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how deep I've gone. From shallow gal to deep dear. Haha. CornyNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am serious. I am no longer sticking to my 'bitchy' or 'bossy' or 'braggy' ol' self and personality. Like what I said in my previous post, Bagong taon, bagong buhay/ugali... I'm going to try 'studious', 'curteous', 'impeccably delightful' student, friend, person. Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored to tears. Another reason why I made a post. It is because I was supposed to attend a practise for the cheering competition for our school's intramurals. And may I add that the intramurals are tomorrow. We haven't completed the dance, routines and cheers. Nor have we practised with my batch's boosters. That is one of the answers or reasons why I call this day a hassle. I'm bored now because I had to go home early. I had to meet up with my tutors. One for Maths and another for Social Studies because I find it really hard to understand words in Filipino especially if it's in a paragraph form. Not that Filipino isn't my mother language but, it's because it's hard. Especially how the paragraph was formed. Combining words very unlikely for someone in the present to hear or read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is I don't really care if you post a comment or not. I don't care if you FCUK WITH ME or not. What matters is I show my readers (you), what I want to show you. To share a part of my life even thought it's just 0.0001% of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that's it for now, I still have a lot to do, now that I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post, lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110544463358958347?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110544463358958347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110544463358958347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110544463358958347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110544463358958347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/01/hassle.html' title='Hassle'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110463510912226474</id><published>2005-01-02T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T11:10:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rar</title><content type='html'>God, I am bored. Duh, I'm always bored. I could always find ways to NOT be bored, however, it seems that I can no longer find a way to get rid of my boredness. Playing The Sims 2 or Singles is now boring, together with watching t.v., eating, sleeping, shopping, dancing and even being bored. What can I possibly do? Die? Kidding. I don't want to die. Everybody should die ahead of me. I enjoy seeing other people in pain. Haha. It's like abstract art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rar, what is with that expression? It's not even a word. I heard it from Den before and suddenly when I show up at school or go online, the status of my friends are RAR. Well, majority of them. Rar. Rar. Rar. Shouldn't it be like purr? Roar? Meow? What the heck?! Cats say that. Lions, Tigers, domesticated cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was with my mum, aunt and sister. We went food tripping at the neighbouring mall, GB3. It's just opposite New World Renaissance Hotel. We also watched So...Happy Together. God! It's such a gay movie. And I just kept on laughing like a crazed lunatic because of that actor Rainier Castillo. Even mentioning him in my blog makes me laugh. He's so funny and he's ugly. No, FUGLY. What is with the people in Pinas? Ano ang meron kay Rainier? Ano ang nakikita niyo sa kaniya? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sitting in front of a computer at the Club Lounge creating this post to update my blog. it's no longer http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com. It's too long. Just go to: http://www.trasoooy.tk. The shorter, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had breakfast and they served Egg Benedict. It looks like a fucked up egg. As if it was boiled without the shell. It was also served together with some cheese. It was delicious, yet it still looked fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Now you see how bored I am. Yesterday I went to Music One. I bought a sountrack of You Got Served- not that I liked the movie, they just danced so well.- and I'm itching to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing before I say au revoir to you, I'm now trying my best to wear party clothes- as I call it- or sleeveless tops. To show off my god blessed body parts. Since I slways wear t-shirts and jeans with matching sneaks or rubbers to complete the look. This year, I'll be girlier, wearing sleeveless tops and skirts with fab shoes from Mango. And if I'm lucky, Jimmy Choo, Kate Spade and Louis Vuitton shoes are up next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy*FCUK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110463510912226474?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110463510912226474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110463510912226474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110463510912226474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110463510912226474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/01/rar.html' title='Rar'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110454558079789719</id><published>2005-01-01T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T11:15:37.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenue</title><content type='html'>Welcome! To 2005! Haha. I'm still sleepy from last night's countdown here at Makati. Bamboo, Kitchie Nadal, Parokya ni Edgar and Sponge Cola rocked the night. The ever fabulous people of Makati, and some visitors from elsewhere, arrived partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks were fantastic! It took my breath away. Haha. Not really. Well, to tell you there were some cute guys there. No, not pinoy boys. If I'd count the pinoy boys, I cannot count it using my fingers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the display of fireworks, there was this girl who took of her top and displayed her boobs. She wasn't fat, however, she was a bit chubby or should I say, HEALTHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was to laugh and the next was to dance along with her. But I was with my sister, and I have no intention of doing that. The girl danced along with some foreign boys, who, took their tops of as well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the climax of the LIVESHOW as I call it and my sister and I just chuckled and chortled and snorted along. The music was fab. I guess from Hed Kandi. I was bobbing my head to the beat, when one of the foreign guys held my hand and asked me to dance with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have thought that I accepted the offer and dirrrty danced with them. No, I'm sorry. I do not want to dance with you for you may be white, filthy rich and own a hot bod, but dude, you're FUGLY. I declined and I just stood there bobbing my head like an idiot. Nice move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the LIVESHOW my sister and I, together with the hundreds of people who were at the countdown, I heard the attention-seeking girl who took her top of, went to the guy who asked me to danced. I heard her say, "The people here suck. We're the only people who don't suck!" she said with her Arabian accent. Screw you bitch! I don't suck, I just don't want to dance with that fugly dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the partying, we went back to the hotel and people, mostly foreigners (again), have greeted me Happy New Year! with either a high five, or a drunk smile. And thank God nobody hit on me. To think how much impact hitting on me is. I swear, if got hitted on, I am going to bust that guy's balls to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faint picture runs through my mind everytime I remember Jan. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plunging top from TOPSHOP in a blue green shade, together with my FCUK jeans and my MANGO indian-inspired shoes and bag.I wore make-up and laughed as I was watching a guy- who was gay- dancing topless with the attention-seeking girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I hope you had fun this New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy*FCUK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110454558079789719?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110454558079789719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110454558079789719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110454558079789719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110454558079789719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2005/01/bienvenue.html' title='Bienvenue'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110439705313310361</id><published>2004-12-30T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T16:57:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaay. (continued)</title><content type='html'>Do it to me, I wanna feel you touch my body baby, do it to me, I guarantee you......shit. NakakaLSS. I am so bored. I wish I drowned in Penang, Malaysia while having a fab talk with a hot guy and then the tsunami came and *splash*, au revoir and je t'aime Tracy! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvet and I s.l.ed at Katipunan yesterday. It was fun. I didn't know that Yvet is a wholesale kind of girl. She buys the stuff by 12's. Haha. I finally bought a burn book, Yvet and I are the people in charge (so far), since I haven't met my lovely girls from the QUE Corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated my blog for a long time. And I am updating my blog every weekend nalang. Kasi palapit na ulit ang bagong taon at ang pasukan. Lechugas! Mag-aaral nanaman! May pimples nanaman! Makikita ko nanaman si Jahm *lol* sa MC. Putcha! Ang pangit nung gagong yun. Tae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makikita ko nanaman si Mr. Clean-oops! Mr. Maximum!-oops! Mr. Max. Kaasar. Hohm-whork? Oh-verr ech. (Homework? Over h.) Haha. Amp. Makikita ko nanaman si Ms. Black-oops! Ms. Brown-oops! Ms. Grey. Di nanaman niya mataas ang kamay niya. Takot siguro makita ang kanyang kili kili. Haha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. I believe, that I am starting to like William Hung's songs. Haha. Form his faboulous album, INSPIRATION. Haha! Amp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You obviously see my boredness. I need to eat. No, fatness. I need to watch telly. No, boring. I need to shop. No, save money. I need to fuck! Yes and No. Yes, a new thing! No, with whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored to tears,&lt;br /&gt;tracy*FCUK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110439705313310361?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110439705313310361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110439705313310361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110439705313310361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110439705313310361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/haaay-continued.html' title='Haaay. (continued)'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110439460626283328</id><published>2004-12-30T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T16:16:46.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaay.</title><content type='html'>I'm so pagod na dude. (Shux! Nag taglish lang ba ako?) Well, malapit na mag bagong taon! Yippee! *chicken dances around here yellow and pink room* Ohkeiss, I'm done with the chicken dance. Haha. I'll be back to continue this post. I have to take care of some business. Ta ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110439460626283328?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110439460626283328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110439460626283328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/haaay.html' title='Haaay.'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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-9603626.post-110412818482274592</id><published>2004-12-27T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:39:18.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Survey (Yes, I am bored once again.)</title><content type='html'>2004 Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;S.L. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I'm making my first resolution for the following year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, Myrr? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;Si Athena Valenzuela at si FPJ! Da King, I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;England and Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;More gimiks and parties. Parites with boys ha! Hindi ako LESBO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Uhh, 20.11.04, kasi, uhh, basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;I passed the Sayawatha. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I got my first ever MQR from Science. I failed by a point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I suffered a lot. Ameobiasis, Fever, Sore Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;An iMac G5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. A lot! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Buying stuff only for MOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, Soiree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Jeepney-Sponge Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt;sadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinner or fatter?&lt;br /&gt;fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;richer or poorer?&lt;br /&gt;richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more?&lt;br /&gt;Travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less off?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I lay low in Sayaywatha. I have a lot of activities to do aside from dancing. Hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Tapos na. Natulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes. Only to find out he fell in love with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;No, sorry. I wish to have a great relationship rather than kinky one-night stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;I hate people, but I still hated them last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl. It's like a Sex and the City for the younger set. Cecily Von Ziegesar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Ramones died. Prostate Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and got?&lt;br /&gt;An iPod photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;Mean Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I became fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;If I had a great relationship. Or a better fling with some hot dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Bohemian, Late 2004. India meets Pilipinas style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;The hope of falling head over heels for the 'perfect' guy. (if ever there were and will be a perfect guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Which celebrity or public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyle check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, crush ko..haha. Kidding, Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, comes around. Karma baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, comes around, what goes up, must comes down....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110412818482274592?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110412818482274592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110412818482274592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110412818482274592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110412818482274592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/survey-yes-i-am-bored-once-again.html' title='A Survey (Yes, I am bored once again.)'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110388665538342310</id><published>2004-12-24T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T19:10:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored. Sorry.</title><content type='html'>I got this shitty survey from Genie. Haha. Well, I'm bored. What else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last go out with?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Is this with the strings attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to text message you?&lt;br /&gt;The YM bot for SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first name on your missed, recieved &lt;br /&gt;and dialled calls?&lt;br /&gt;Missed: Ate; Received: Ate; Dialled: Ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to receive on your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Money. Haha. Just my parents approval to go have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you want to receive on valentines day?&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's? Haha. Every day is valentine's day when I'm in lurve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach your hand out to the right. What do you &lt;br /&gt;touch?&lt;br /&gt;The printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you plan to do for the next holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the wallpaper on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;The bag I bought from Charmz at Power. It's fab and under Php 1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do 5 hours later?&lt;br /&gt;At 11? Play singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you're thinking of now?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you touched before the &lt;br /&gt;computer?&lt;br /&gt;My mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you browsed through the &lt;br /&gt;Bible?&lt;br /&gt;When I was looking for some enlightenment. NOT. I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you hear besides the computer?&lt;br /&gt;The television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you answer this?&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 people you saw yesterday besides the &lt;br /&gt;people live with you&lt;br /&gt;Jean Garcia, Cherry Pie, Janno Gibbs dad with wife and Mich Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you opened your school &lt;br /&gt;textbooks?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree to the saying "Forgive is to forget"?&lt;br /&gt;No. It happened and you accidentally emember the whole thing as if you took a video of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When and where was the last time tears started to &lt;br /&gt;roll?&lt;br /&gt;Kanina. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, hot boys, France, England, Switzerland, Europe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to shop and seeing somebody wear the same clothes I'm wearing at that precise moment. (It only happened ONCE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite books?&lt;br /&gt;A-List Novels, Gossip Girl Novels and a lot more books including a great snog-a-thon, hot guy and some chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to have right at this very &lt;br /&gt;moment?&lt;br /&gt;A full body massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you turn to if you have a huge problem &lt;br /&gt;that not all your friends know about?&lt;br /&gt;My mom? Ack. I guess God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite song at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;A lot. I can't really choose all of them are fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last song that kept ringing on your &lt;br /&gt;mind?&lt;br /&gt;Do It to Me by Usher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best event that happened last year?&lt;br /&gt;Last year? 2003? Oh crap. Nothing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, what do you like about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagiging Queen B. Ngek. Dama ko naman. Kidding. I like being gifted in the bust area. Haha. No implants here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal mo ba ang barkada mo?&lt;br /&gt;Yes in a friend-friend way. Not more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madalas ba kayo magkita/magusap&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saan kayo tumatambay?:&lt;br /&gt;Kahit saan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano naman ang mga bagay na napaguusapan nyo?&lt;br /&gt;Boys, music, school, parties, sex. Haha. Except nababawasan ang boys and sex pag kasama namin si Reverend Mother Andi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable moment with them?:&lt;br /&gt;Marami. More than the fingers and toes I have. (Kumpleto and mga daliri ko noh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your reputation in your barkada?&lt;br /&gt;nakakatakot daw, haha ulul ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINO ANG:&lt;br /&gt;pinaka close sayo:&lt;br /&gt;Cheddar and Mich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka approachable:&lt;br /&gt;Lyndcie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka masekreto:&lt;br /&gt;Andi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka matakaw:&lt;br /&gt;Ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka maganda:&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ako. Hindi. Si Andi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka mabait:&lt;br /&gt;Lahat naman kami mabait. Sa iba-ibang aspeto lang nag-iiba ang kabaitan namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka seryoso:&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba? Lyndcie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka bata:&lt;br /&gt;Lyndz? Mich? Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka matanda:&lt;br /&gt;Cheddar ata e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka nakakatuwa:&lt;br /&gt;Kaming lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka martyr:&lt;br /&gt;Mich? Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka bad boy or girl:&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Tinatanong pa ba yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka iyakin:&lt;br /&gt;Depende. Si Mich and Dar hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka pikon:&lt;br /&gt;Depende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka madaming naging ex:&lt;br /&gt;Ako o si Andi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka madaming pinoproblema:&lt;br /&gt;Lahat naman may problema e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka down to earth:&lt;br /&gt;Andi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka namimiss mo:&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANONG LANG ULIT:&lt;br /&gt;may crush ka pa ba ngayon sa barkada mo?&lt;br /&gt;Eew, LESBO ba toh? Hindi! WALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 most visited Websites :&lt;br /&gt;---liquidgeneration&lt;br /&gt;---blogger (blog ko!)&lt;br /&gt;---yahoo mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; TOP 3 Favourite Songs On Playlist :&lt;br /&gt;--- Lose My Breath&lt;br /&gt;--- Baby It's You&lt;br /&gt;--- Points of Authority/99Problems/One Step Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; TOP 3 Favourite Food :&lt;br /&gt;--- EGG!&lt;br /&gt;--- French Fries (MCDO. Only the best!)&lt;br /&gt;--- Escargot. It may sound weird, but I love snails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; TOP 3 Favourite Drink :&lt;br /&gt;--- Ice water&lt;br /&gt;--- Mango Shake/ Strawberry Shake/ Strawberry-Banana Shake&lt;br /&gt;--- Swiss Miss Marshmallow Lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; TOP 3 Indoor activities :&lt;br /&gt;--- Eat&lt;br /&gt;--- Sleep/Dream&lt;br /&gt;--- FCUK. Kidding. Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; TOP 3 Outdoor activities :&lt;br /&gt;--- Eat&lt;br /&gt;--- Shop&lt;br /&gt;--- Boy Hunt/More shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; TOP 3 Accessories (That You Own) :&lt;br /&gt;--- Omega Constellation&lt;br /&gt;--- A fab bag from Yvet's sister, Aimee.&lt;br /&gt;--- My cocaine enriched mobile. KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; TOP 3 Major Expenses :&lt;br /&gt;--- Postpaid bill&lt;br /&gt;--- Gimiks, movies&lt;br /&gt;--- Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Top 3 Most Important things in my life&lt;br /&gt;--- Things eh? My compu. HP and Mac&lt;br /&gt;--- Mobile&lt;br /&gt;--- Lippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Top 3 Favourite Hangout Place:&lt;br /&gt;--- Shang&lt;br /&gt;--- Power&lt;br /&gt;--- Bahay. (Mine, yours, stranger's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Top 3 Things You Do Everyday :&lt;br /&gt;(well, except for the basic necessities)&lt;br /&gt;--- Spend countless hours on self. Kidding. Mobile&lt;br /&gt;--- Surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;--- Skim on the net for best buy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Top 3 Favourite Colours :&lt;br /&gt;--- Hot Pink&lt;br /&gt;--- Puke Green&lt;br /&gt;--- Angelic White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Top 3 Closest Friends:&lt;br /&gt;--- Mich&lt;br /&gt;--- Cheddar&lt;br /&gt;--- Pwede dalawa? Andi/Lyndcie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Top 3 Annoying People:&lt;br /&gt;--- Ate&lt;br /&gt;--- Poseur Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;--- Other people who are so bitchy I swear, I'm going to shove my foot in their arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Top 3 YM chatmates&lt;br /&gt;--- Yvet&lt;br /&gt;--- Cheddar&lt;br /&gt;--- Doms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Top 3 Persons You Miss Most:&lt;br /&gt;--- Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;--- Marami&lt;br /&gt;--- Sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Top 3 You Want For Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;--- New Mobile&lt;br /&gt;--- Accessories for my iMac G5&lt;br /&gt;--- a boylet/new wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.how are you today?&lt;br /&gt;fab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. how do you feel right now?&lt;br /&gt;exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what are you planning to do later?&lt;br /&gt;play Singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what did you eat for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;2 peice chicken McDo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what did you drink today?&lt;br /&gt;Water and Swiss Miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what's the most "thing" that you want to&lt;br /&gt;happen right now or sooner?&lt;br /&gt;To go to France and meet Butch/Tibo (tee-bo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing the music from Les Miserables from the telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what do you want to do right now besides&lt;br /&gt;chatting?&lt;br /&gt;Play singles. I've played the game three times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what's the most memorable memory in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Depends on what category the memory falls under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. who are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Butch. Tibo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. who's your crush?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. who's next to you right now?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. who made you laugh today?&lt;br /&gt;A kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. who made you mad today?&lt;br /&gt;My ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. who made you feel special today?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. who did you receive emails from?&lt;br /&gt;Some web bot who sends crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. did anything bad happen today?&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. did anything good happen today?&lt;br /&gt;Wala rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. do you want something to happen right now?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. do you want to hug someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. have you ever lied to your loved one by saying&lt;br /&gt;you are okay but actually your not?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That's a white lie. Moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. have you ever had a crush on a guy/girl for&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4 or more years before?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I admit, I passed that LESBO stage in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. have you ever kept your feelings about&lt;br /&gt;something or someone from your bestfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Not anything releated to love/romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. have you ever told your crush you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. A lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. have you ever felt that you wanted to die?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. have you ever felt that you wanted to kill&lt;br /&gt;yourself?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. have you ever felt that you'd rather die,&lt;br /&gt;than see your loved-one suffer?&lt;br /&gt;No. Practical ako. Pagmamahal lang yan. Infatuation. You can only love someone for 36 months max. (theory lang yun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. are you happy with who you are now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is crap with a great snog/fuck. Or a great guy to have both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyeux Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy*FCUK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110388665538342310?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110388665538342310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110388665538342310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110388665538342310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110388665538342310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-bored-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m bored. Sorry.'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110388318521577282</id><published>2004-12-24T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T18:13:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheddar</title><content type='html'>Speaking of cheddar, I sooo love the layout. Bridget Jones The Edge of Reason is such a laugh. I don't like Keira Knightley. She sucks. Haha. Well, that's what I think. Ooer, I see a connection. Cheddar(friend, person who made layout), FCUK(layout and British store), Bridget Jones The Edge of Reason(a british film, really hilarious), Keira Knightley(a british girl). Haha. Labo ko talalga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a laugh, to laugh at one's jokes or just laugh at that person, click on the link over at the links side. (DUH!) Click 'conyo dude'. He is such a laugh. I dunno if he's gay or if just really metrosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir, Joyeux Noel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy*FCUK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110388318521577282?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cheddar.tk' title='Cheddar'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110388318521577282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110388318521577282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110388318521577282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110388318521577282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/cheddar.html' title='Cheddar'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110381433465992554</id><published>2004-12-23T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T23:05:34.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quell Dommage</title><content type='html'>I went shopping today. It was tres fun and tres exhausting. I stayed at Shang for more than 5 hours. My feet are killing me. Aside from the shopping, Mum and I stopped at Healthway and we had our eyes checked by the opthamologist. The trip to the eye doctor wasn't at all traumatic. However, he prescribed that I better get some frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUELL DOMMAGE! And zut alors! I cannot wear eyeglasses. Well, maybe Silhoutte spectacles but then again they are still EYEGLASSES. So I asked the doctor if I could have him prescribe me contacts instead. He agreed but still gave me the prescription for a pair of frames. He said if I'm not careful enough with the contacts, I may catch this weird sickness. Haha. Okay. Sure. Then I went to the optimetrist's place and the doc had my frames fixed together with a pair of ACUVUE2 clear contacts. I'll be getting the brown contacts before school. You need to pre-order the graded contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aside from my problem in the eye area, I went shopping. And I bought a fab wristwatch. Nope, not just any wristwatch. I bought an Omega Constellation. Haha. And I also bought the Eidos Singles CD-ROM. Flirt up your life CD which makes the characters in the game have sex. Really have sex. Unlike in the Sims 2 wherein they have sex under the covers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Bianca Francesca de Leon (Salazar; Abaya) for the fabulous layout. Love you DAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm exhausted. I have only a small persentage of energy left so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy*FCUK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110381433465992554?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110381433465992554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110381433465992554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110381433465992554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110381433465992554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/quell-dommage.html' title='Quell Dommage'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110371419157373821</id><published>2004-12-22T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T19:40:28.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days nalang!</title><content type='html'>Finally, Christmas Eve is near and coming to an end. I hate Christmas. Designing the whole house with crap decorations that would only accumulate dirt and give you a higher electric bill for the month of December. And if you started the Christmas decors earlier than that month, boo. You have to pay a lot of money to the uber rich family owning the electric company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast today. Oversleeping. And I mean OVERsleeping. I had a foot spa and pedicure and a whole body aromatherapy massage all under Php 1000! I believe it is a must to save money. Why? Kasi malapit na ang new year. At pag bago na ang taon, bago dapat ang wardrobe. Pero, kung may mga damit ka that you've recently bought and totally hugs your bod in all the right places, DO NOT give/throw/donate/sell it. Duh. That's what everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam niyo na ba na palapit na rin ang Freshmen's night ng MCHS. Absurd. Ano itong pauso ng MC? Haha. Pero, coolNESS. We get to party all night! But I hope that they'd allow us to bring along hot guys and dirty dance with them. In that case, they'd really say NO. Kill Joy kasi eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Yuletide season, I've done a lot of fab things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Forgave Sarah (Powerful, Merciful Queen B I am.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought Bloom Lippies for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did some band practise. (It's in British spelling!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Help in packing relief goods for the flood victims. (At Yvet's)&lt;br /&gt;5. Critisized my sister's clothes for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are fab 5 things I've done so far.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess a pre-New Year's resolution/wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Must be an A student. (Being a B student is out of the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Must have a boyfriennd,&lt;br /&gt;3. If 2 isn't applicable, Must have a lot of flings.&lt;br /&gt;4. Must lose (My breath? Weh. Corny!) weight. (In order to borrow my sister's fab skirts from FCUK)&lt;br /&gt;5. Must learn French.&lt;br /&gt;6. Must lessen the tendency to curse.&lt;br /&gt;7. Must lessen the tendency to be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;8. Must try to be like Marcia f*cking Brady for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;9. Must be a hypocrite if one can no longer swallow the hidoues face of that person.&lt;br /&gt;10. Must be a better Queen B. (In every single way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir, 'til the next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy*FCUK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110371419157373821?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110371419157373821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110371419157373821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110371419157373821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110371419157373821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/3-days-nalang.html' title='3 days nalang!'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110352974750873308</id><published>2004-12-20T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:43:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>Blog wars and bitch wars are over. Haha. Pero, may mga problema parin akong aayusin. Katulad ni Posuer Beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being pushed to do more, work harder, or take on more responsibility might not be your idea of fun, Cancer, but it can be good for you. Take on the challenge of the pressure you're feeling now, because you have the ability to do an excellent job if you don't panic. When you move at your own pace, you gain in confidence and get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Jeff Jawer (from: www.cosmogirl.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coolness. Totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.liquidgenration.com (bitch quiz, what type of rocker are you, how totally hipster are you, and all the hilarious quizzes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dali!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110352974750873308?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110352974750873308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110352974750873308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110352974750873308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110352974750873308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110335452078208167</id><published>2004-12-18T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T15:22:00.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay...she's crossed the line.</title><content type='html'>Kidding. She thinks she's such a threat. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kuwento ko na ang buong kuwento. Shit. Ang kapitbahay namin kumakanta ng "sumusunod sa galaw ko". If ever that person had any connection to me, whatsoever. That would be so dyahe dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula ang away sa, well, ewan. Biglaan nalang dude. I have no problem with her. Except for her contacts. It's cool to have contacts. I great to have colored contacts, IF they actually look good on you. But never mind that. That was another friendly advice. So, may naririnig akong chika. Let's not consider gossips as facts, because, they aren't. I did my usual, 'Hello, musta ka/kayo ni ____?' sa kaniya. She didn't open up. Everyone knows I so love hitting people. In a flirty way or just to hurt people really. So I sort of hit her, not punch. Binatukan ko siya. Haha. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkaalis ko, she started rambling and raving on and on and on that I was the Queen Bitch. Oooer. Haha. Eh, ang lakas ng boses niya. Yung parang naka megaphone. Haha. Joke. Exagge naman. Pero oo. Well, it just so happened na narinig nang mga sexy girls. Sinabi sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Party at Northshore High. (Sorry! Mean Girls ba 'to? Baka Mean Gerls. Haha. Corny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...singit na joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ang tawag sa dandruff ng corn? (answer sa dulo ng post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May gagawin dapat na human christmas tree. So ginamit ko si class number 41 as mowdell ko...haha. Model. 'Di ako barok noh! So I esigned her damit. CoolNESS. Whatever. Anyway, mga 'SHE-CLONES' ko dumaan sa room ko to hand me my gifts and ako, bibigay ko na rin ang gifts ko for them. Sabi sa akin ni 'SHE-CLONE a' Tracy, nagsosorry sa'yo si Poseur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paki ulit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAGSOSORRY SA'YO SI POSUER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulol! No way. Even if she is sincere, malaki na yung prob. There's no turning back. Dinamay niya ang Pink batch. Nagsumbong siya e. Takot! Sabay sabi niya ako raw ang takot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME?! SCUZI? EXCUSEZ MOI? (tama na)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singit ulit na joke: Knock, knock.&lt;br /&gt;                            -Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;                             I myth.&lt;br /&gt;                            -I myth who?&lt;br /&gt;                             I myth who too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa blog niya nga naksulat ang Pro's and Con's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dirtydancingxfashionista.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;CHECK IT OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko...bakit 'di mo nalang isama sa links? Eh, ayaw ko eh. Another quessie? Mas Oui? Ibulgar daw ba ang blog? Okay lang yun. Yun nga yung purpose ng blog. Ipakita sa mundo ang mga galit at hinanakit, pagmamahal, atbp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, di ako pumayag. So far, this weekend lang niya nalaman ang blog ko eh. Sabi niya bakit hindi ko raw sabihin sa harap niya ang sinusulat ko sa blog ko. Well, poseur asked for it. Sige. Sa January face-to-face na 'toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di nga niya ako maharap eh. Lakas ng loob magsulat nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagot sa joke: Cornflakes.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY CORNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responde sil vouz plait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puta man! The kapitbahay still singing in DRUNK mode. DYAHE. Feeling ko ako magmadyadyahe kahit hindi ko alam kung anong nangyayari doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you teddy BER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy*FCUK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110335452078208167?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110335452078208167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110335452078208167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110335452078208167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110335452078208167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/okayshes-crossed-line.html' title='Okay...she&apos;s crossed the line.'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110320867378349020</id><published>2004-12-16T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T22:51:13.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo to that whore</title><content type='html'>Haha. Another plan is boiling up and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;Triple merde to that POSEUR. The girl that I am so pissed at will be known as POSEUR.&lt;br /&gt;She wrote this on her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, December 09, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO BITCHVILLE! POPULATION: SHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail to the Queen of SHE *grovel grovel* SHE strikes back! Haha. Once again, her attempts to make me cringe at her so-called insults have proven to be, once again, FUTILE and PATHETIC. For a SHE, I thought SHE'd have one of her SHE-CLONES conjure up some equally lame phrase to lash out at me, but it seems that SHE's too insultically intelligent for them. YEAH RIGHT. I'm reading out of the Encyclopedia of World's Most Pathetic Insults. SHE and her SHE-CLONE's insults are right at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the award for crappiest insult goes to...*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE and the SHE-CLONES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hits such as, 'Sana mabali ang takong ng iyong sapatos!' and 'Ano ba siya?!? Lumot?!?' Watch out for her latest single, 'Lame-O'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee...Can't blame me, love...Insulting her is absolutely irresistible. I guess to her, I'll be forever LUMOT and SALBAHE. I can't a bitch, of course, because that position has already been taken by none other than the SHE herself! *sighs sarcastically* OH WHAT A PITY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...L-A-M-E-O! L-A-M-E-O! L-A-M-E-O! And LAME-O was her NAME-O!...' And that was an excerpt from SHE and the SHE-CLONES latest single, 'Lame-O'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there I go again...I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry! *hurls* NOT. Anywho, I hope you enjoy your stay here in Bitchville. Please contact her SHE-CLONES to make an appointment with the SHE. Thank you and Bitch bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of bitching. Heehee. I had to get that off of my chest. Haha. Anywho, I'm going out tomorrow with B and C and L and maybe Jh. We'll be going to either Blue Cow or Starbucks. Hopefully, Mum doesn't have another one of her suspicion attacks and starts yapping at me like a recently-fucked bitch. (HAHA!) We'll be hanging out. If Mum doesn't let me then, she'll have to let me go to B's on Saturday. We'll hang at Tiv.Roy. and go swimming in our skimpy whites. *snickers* No dirtydancing yet, love. Just 30 more days to go...Then we can bump and grind all day and all night long. Heehee! Anyway, I'll have to catch up with all you lovelies and ladies, but I have a le horrible Science Long Test in which I have to suffer under the pain and torment of sleepless, demented nights. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Bitchville...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ick. She has this huge crush on me. Haha. Kidding. I'm not a girl-girl relationship kind of dudette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ick, ick and triple ick. Haha. She doesn't allow posts. Boo to that whore. Poseur keeps on rambling and raving about me. Haha. Sad little girl. She lost her way to grandma's crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Leaving that disguting peice of merde I just wrote, (Well, copy and pasted from her, haha, sorry, her sad blog.) I'm planning on some major sabotage. Oopsie! I forgot. One of the poseur's POSEUR-CLONES (Okay, I cannot believe I used her term. well, I only used it once.) is related to my fellow dancer. They're cousins. Anyway, my fellow dancer (Yes, I dance. No. Not lesbo-skank dancing like poseur and her cronies but cool and hip steps.) says she's just riding on with her cuz. I'll call that poseur crony, Poseur Beyonce. Since she always does her trademark Beyonce pose. Yuck. She's huge. Fat bulges here, there everywhere. Poseur and Poseur Beyonce have fat bulges. Eew, however, Poseur Pussy (She looks like an abandoned cat.) is superthin you can actually compare her to some piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at all angry at Poseur's friend. Her named started with B. She's okay, she just doesn't know where to place herself. She's a new student, yeah. She doesn't know who she's talking to. I mean, I am the Queen but, you can "buddy-buddy", (Term that my mother used.) me but please, do know the boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Another portion of her sad blog. (Kung saan niya binuhus ang kanyang poot at hinanakit sa akin. Bagkus hindi niya maipakita  itong pagmamahal niya sa akin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE's ass is bouncin' away as the whole earth quakes beneath her deformed, disgustingly-huge breasts. (Note: She was leaving that time. I wonder why...I would've been SO COMPLETELY HONOURED to have had tea with the Queen and discuss her policies on being a Bitch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The reason why she loves my breasts it's 'coz guys so love them. They practically swoon over them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responde sil vouz plait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy*FCUK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110320867378349020?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110320867378349020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110320867378349020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110320867378349020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110320867378349020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/boo-to-that-whore.html' title='Boo to that whore'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110310045020365051</id><published>2004-12-16T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T16:47:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney- Spongecola</title><content type='html'>Bumaba ako sa jeepney...kung saan tayo'y dating magkatabi...magkahalik ang pisngi nating dalawa...nating dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;Awww...love that song. Yael's hot but not as hot as Bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bitch will have her day. She loves me so much. She waits for me everyday after class. She has a huge crush on me. Haha. That's really gross. She even boasted that she dirty danced. Whatever. Actually she dirty danced with girls. They looked like prostitutes posing for more bucks to roll in. Bunch of skanks. Eeeew. Never mind. I seriously need a spa after thinking about that atrocious and gross lesbo fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm a bit affected with this row. Isn't it obvious. I'm having word vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second day of examintaions and I'm still bored to tears. There's nothing to do but to study, study, eat, study and sleep. No benefits. You'd get fatter, yeah. All that Al Pesto you ate for lunch will go directly to your basoomas. The steak from Outback will be redirected form your tummy to your bum. You'll get bad eyesight and be forced to wear ugly frames. After wearing ugly frames, due to your great fashion sense, you'd wear contacts. You ask your aunt to buy you contacts and therefore gives you colored ones that once you wear them your eyes would look like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responde sil vouz plait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy*FCUK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110310045020365051?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110310045020365051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110310045020365051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110310045020365051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110310045020365051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/jeepney-spongecola.html' title='Jeepney- Spongecola'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110301737997373238</id><published>2004-12-15T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:42:59.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>What goes around comes around, what goes up must come down.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys. Diary of Alicia Keys. I'm bored to tears, desperate to do whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It's still the same year, same month, same day, different time.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely need to study for the freaking exam tomorrow. I just reviewed Maths and up next is Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I learn Filipino? Why must we waste how many hours of Filipino class per week? Isn't it that we Pinoy's native language is Filipino? Whatever. Kataga, pangatnig, pang-ukol and pang-abay. Haaay! It's a waste of money, time, energy and everything connected to the word WASTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of waste, I'd like to get wasted. Haha. On crack. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodies I'm SO bored. I was thinking of creating a burn book. However getting caught passed my mind. Never mind. Haha. I'd be writing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS GIRL IS A FUGLY BYOTCH. SHE MADE OUT WITH MY BOYFRIEND AND IS STILL A VIRGIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       *PICTURE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         *NAME*&lt;br /&gt;Haha! What is it with sex, virginity and boys? They have obvious connections. Never mind. that would be complete merde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responde sil vouz plait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy*FCUK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110301737997373238?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110301737997373238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110301737997373238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110301737997373238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110301737997373238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603626.post-110300108537420354</id><published>2004-12-15T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:40:38.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the first day of exams, my true love sent to me...</title><content type='html'>A freakish retort while drinking light beer...&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Science exams were fine and CL, religious education sucked. I'm not really great in God-related topics but I am trying my very best to keep up with my christian studies. I have to start attending mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best daty of my new "Queen Bee" life. Haha, some people just need spokespersons to be able to throw a retort at me. Ooh..I just know that they feel my royal presence. Haha. Enough. It's definitely a waste of time talking about the Urukhai. Haha. Or whatever name is appropriate for me to call that human possessed by evil spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous. I've created a blog. Now I just need to change the stuff a bit and voila! I've created my blog. 'Cest magnifique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responde sil vouz plait.&lt;br /&gt;(Respond if you please)&lt;br /&gt;(For the mentally retarded&lt;br /&gt;and those who have no&lt;br /&gt;idea what I'm saying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        tracy*FCUK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9603626-110300108537420354?l=eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/feeds/110300108537420354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9603626&amp;postID=110300108537420354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110300108537420354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9603626/posts/default/110300108537420354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatsleepfcukdream.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-first-day-of-exams-my-true-love.html' title='On the first day of exams, my true love sent to me...'/><author><name>tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078189972233192651</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
