<?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-6247361312732191138</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:35:14.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247361312732191138.post-6699876683940023399</id><published>2008-12-10T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:22.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOODBYE, BLOG. RIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-6699876683940023399?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/6699876683940023399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=6699876683940023399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/6699876683940023399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/6699876683940023399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-5158934324920443117</id><published>2008-11-26T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:14:12.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeeeee.</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy! Oh I'm so happy. \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-5158934324920443117?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/5158934324920443117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=5158934324920443117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/5158934324920443117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/5158934324920443117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/11/wheeeeeee.html' title='wheeeeeee.'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-1590997300951637847</id><published>2008-11-25T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:23:34.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not mine!</title><content type='html'>Haikus are easy&lt;br /&gt;But they don't always make sense&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-1590997300951637847?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/1590997300951637847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=1590997300951637847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/1590997300951637847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/1590997300951637847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-mine.html' title='not mine!'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-297784849843844306</id><published>2008-11-24T05:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:02:26.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>marry, kiss, push off a cliff</title><content type='html'>I'm postponing the inevitable - the inevitable meaning studying for Chem - but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed from Keziah. Please and thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELEBRITIES&lt;br /&gt;1) Nick. Joe. Kevin. (Jonas)&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Nick&lt;br /&gt;Marry: Joe (with his old haircut. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Pete Wentz. Justin Timberlake. Ryan Sheckler.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Pete Wentz&lt;br /&gt;Marry: Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Ryan Sheckler (eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Michael Cera. Trace Cyrus. Shia LeBouf.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Trace Cyrus/Michael Cera (interchangeable... I don't know them.)&lt;br /&gt;Marry: Shia LeBouf&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Trace Cyrus/Michael Cera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Will Ferrel. Ben Stiller. Steve Carrell.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Steve Carrell&lt;br /&gt;Marry: Ben Stiller&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Will Ferrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Jonah Hill. Jesse McCartney. Sanjaya.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Jonah Hill&lt;br /&gt;Marry: Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Sanjaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) David Archuleta. David Cook. David Henrie.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: David Cook&lt;br /&gt;Marry: David Archuleta (I couldn't choose... but Archie's nearer in age.)&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: David Henrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Tom Hanks. Steve Martin. Will Smith.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Tom Hanks&lt;br /&gt;Marry: Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff:  Steve Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Mitchell Musso. Cody Linely. Zac Efron.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Mitchell Musso&lt;br /&gt;Marry:  ZAC EFRON. :))&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Who's Cody Linely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) K-Fed. 50 Cent. Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: 50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;Marry:  Eminem&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: K-Fed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Daniel Radcliffe. Rupert Grint. Tom Felton.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Rupert Grint&lt;br /&gt;Marry: Tom Felton&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Daniel Radcliffe looks and runs like a retarded monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Your first boyfriend. Your ex-boyfriend's best guy friend. A best friend's brother. (If I were put in that situation...)&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: First boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Marry: A best friend's brother&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Ex-boyfriend's best guy friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) The first guy to write on your Facebook Wall. The last guy to send you a message on Facebook. The second to last guy on your friend's list to write a Note on Facebook. (Erm. I don't have Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss:&lt;br /&gt;Marry:&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) A guy from your school with blue eyes. A guy from your school with brown eyes. A guy from your school with green eyes. (It really depends, but - )&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: A guy with blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Marry: A guy with green eyes&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: A guy with brown eyes (this is all generalization)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Your three best friends' crushes/boyfriends. (this is taste-wise)&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Keziah&lt;br /&gt;Marry: Averie (yay for similarities)&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Sorry, Sarah. We don't agree when it comes to taste. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) A guy you know with good taste in music. A guy you know with good taste in clothes. A guy you know who's really smart.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Really smart - Benjamin Rodriguez. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Marry: Good taste in clothes - Nico?&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Uh. I'm not sure who has good taste in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) A male neighbor closest to your age. The last guy to make you mad. A guy you saw wearing green today [if you can't think of anyone who wore green use blue instead.]&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: A male neighbor closest to my age&lt;br /&gt;Marry: The last guy to make me mad&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: A guy I saw wearing green today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) The last guy who texted you. The last guy who complimented you. The last guy who insulted you.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Last insulted - most probably Nico. Though I don't remember, so kiss nalang. :))&lt;br /&gt;Marry:  Last texted - Keanu! (We're already married. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Last complimented - ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) A guy you know who's last name starts with M. A guy you know with his last name starting with B. A guy you know who's first name starts with J.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Uh. *checks class list* Josh Malapit?&lt;br /&gt;Marry: Adrian Begonia!&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Joel? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) The third guy in your phone address book. The first guy in your phone address book. The seventh guy in your phone address book.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: Third - Al!&lt;br /&gt;Marry: First - Adrian, again. :))&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Seventh - Anton :)) peace. I was classmates with Al and Adrian eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) The closest guy who sits next to you in science. The closest guy who sits next to you in English. The closest guy who sits next to you in math.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: English - Emil?&lt;br /&gt;Marry: Math - Benjo?&lt;br /&gt;Push off a cliff: Science (Chem nalang) - Esguerra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-297784849843844306?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/297784849843844306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=297784849843844306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/297784849843844306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/297784849843844306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/11/marry-kiss-push-off-cliff.html' title='marry, kiss, push off a cliff'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-1996567678669456760</id><published>2008-11-18T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:54:28.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen.</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Alegre. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;"...had grown vast and ungainly on the rich feasts of empire." Jonathan Stroud ftw. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;br /&gt;The dvd player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;The Suite Life of Zack and Cody ata. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Without looking, guess what time it is:&lt;br /&gt;12:oo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock.&lt;br /&gt;11:31. Deym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;My mom talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;I stepped outside the room to go to the kitchen and enjoy a midnight snack. : Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;My Multiply's inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;My old Poveda jersey and shorts. Pantulog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, because of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;Pinned up papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing weirder than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;It's keeping me from starting to study for Physics, which I guess can only be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar 2! It was so cute. I LOVE MELMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;An iPod Touch, new laptop, several books, clothesclothesclothes. Ang dami pa. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I don't know:&lt;br /&gt;I memorized the Litany. The one for the Rosary. The one that starts with the "Holy Mary, pray for us, Holy Mother of God, pray for us, Holy Virgin of Virgins, pray for us, etc." YEAH. \m/ =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;World peace, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But it doesn't mean I'm any good at it. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush:&lt;br /&gt;Is one of the worst things that happened to America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl; what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;Eloise. (Lol, Nico =)).) I used to want the name Isabella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;HERCULES. =)) Joke. Martin for my dad, I guess. Or NATHANIEL. :&gt; (Again, Jonathan Stroud ftw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you want to say to God when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-1996567678669456760?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/1996567678669456760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=1996567678669456760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/1996567678669456760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/1996567678669456760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/11/stolen.html' title='stolen.'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-5441653018969343143</id><published>2008-11-06T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:48:00.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bolding survey</title><content type='html'>Stolen. And bold instead of underline nalang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underline the month of your birthday:&lt;br /&gt;January: I had fun dancing with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February: I love glomping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March: I choked on&lt;br /&gt;April: I pee on&lt;br /&gt;May: With a spork, I stabbed&lt;br /&gt;June: I threw a pebble at&lt;br /&gt;July: I stepped on&lt;br /&gt;August: For lunch I ate&lt;br /&gt;September: I drew a mustache on&lt;br /&gt;October: I blew my nose on&lt;br /&gt;November: I get hyper when I poke&lt;br /&gt;December: For Christmas, I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underline the day you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;1: a rotting cheese&lt;br /&gt;2: a three eyed monster&lt;br /&gt;3: a paper fan&lt;br /&gt;4: your mom&lt;br /&gt;5: burnt french fries&lt;br /&gt;6: green oranges&lt;br /&gt;7: a glue eating child&lt;br /&gt;8: a bottle of sand&lt;br /&gt;9: a talking monkey&lt;br /&gt;10: my bare feet&lt;br /&gt;11: an iPod&lt;br /&gt;12: your poodle&lt;br /&gt;13: Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;14: a ripped stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;15: a bloody sponge&lt;br /&gt;16: a dancing pickle&lt;br /&gt;17: your mom&lt;br /&gt;18: a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle&lt;br /&gt;19: Taylor Hicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20: injured football players&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: a pink polkadot umbrella&lt;br /&gt;22: my huge blister&lt;br /&gt;23: instant noodles&lt;br /&gt;24: the lunch lady's hairy mole&lt;br /&gt;25: a slimy snail&lt;br /&gt;26: Popeye's muscles&lt;br /&gt;27: a pig's intestine&lt;br /&gt;28: Squidward&lt;br /&gt;29: a left slipper&lt;br /&gt;30: last year's left over chicken&lt;br /&gt;31: an old woman crossing the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underline the color of shirt you'e currently wearing:&lt;br /&gt;White: Because the voices told me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Black: because I'm a ninja.&lt;br /&gt;Pink: because I'm sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red: because I'm PMSing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue: because I could spell my ABCs.&lt;br /&gt;Green: because horror movies make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Purple: because I have an ear infection.&lt;br /&gt;Gray: because they stopped airing PPG.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow: because I thought candles are made out of glue.&lt;br /&gt;Orange: because we ran out of tissue rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love glomping injured football players because I'm PMSing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Sounds kind of kinky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-5441653018969343143?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/5441653018969343143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=5441653018969343143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/5441653018969343143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/5441653018969343143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/11/bolding-survey.html' title='bolding survey'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-1166601349191839771</id><published>2008-11-05T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:24:05.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>OBAMA WON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched his victory speech in Chicago. Sobrang nakakainspire. Nakakaiyak. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-1166601349191839771?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/1166601349191839771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=1166601349191839771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/1166601349191839771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/1166601349191839771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-9187801419742914406</id><published>2008-10-28T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:18:46.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what animal am i?</title><content type='html'>Haha. I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; always liked cats. :) Just not strays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif"&gt;Which Animal Are You?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 90%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Cats are curious and agile, as well as highly independent. They also have a distinct mischievous side and can get themselves into trouble. You embody these characteristics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Bear&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 57%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Dog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 57%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Horse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 49%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Snake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 42%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Hawk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 38%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Mouse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 31%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Duck&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 31%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/which_animal_are_you"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Animal Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-9187801419742914406?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/9187801419742914406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=9187801419742914406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/9187801419742914406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/9187801419742914406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-animal-am-i.html' title='what animal am i?'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-1957714948129837954</id><published>2008-10-28T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:32:15.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful mess</title><content type='html'>My glasses broke. The pink bendy glasses I've had since sixth grade broke today. :( I guess they've lived a good long life, so... it was still a bit depressing, though. It's as if all the bonds that tied me to my grade school life are fast unraveling - friends and books and even the way I speak. I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new ones, though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sad, but I'm still hung over HSM3. LOL. It just renewed my desire to live life as a musical. (Take a look at &lt;a href="http://h0lyguacamole.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cam's&lt;/a&gt; blog.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-1957714948129837954?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/1957714948129837954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=1957714948129837954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/1957714948129837954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/1957714948129837954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-mess.html' title='beautiful mess'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-5603566061520881056</id><published>2008-10-26T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:54:28.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can i have this dance?</title><content type='html'>HAHA. I watched HSM3 and kind of liked it. A lot. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song "Can I Have This Dance" was pretty. I'm so in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, moving on. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rbonding and Sarah's birthday last Friday. Ang saya. Nearly everyone in Rb was so game to do the dares - we hung out in the new gazebos and accosted random first years (nothing bad). It was so much fun. Tapos Sarah's surprise birthday pa (Keziah and I fail as party planners). And then we went out for dinner with her and the rest of her family. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. Yeah. I'm too sleepy to write properly, sorry. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-5603566061520881056?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/5603566061520881056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=5603566061520881056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/5603566061520881056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/5603566061520881056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-i-have-this-dance.html' title='can i have this dance?'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-1075989642546094146</id><published>2008-10-21T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:30:41.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>late retreat post. :D</title><content type='html'>Okay, Joe just showed me this poem and it's so awesome that I have to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, Written by an African Kid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I born, I black. When I grow up, I black. When I go in Sun, I black. When I scared, I black. When I sick, I black. And when I die, I still black. And you white fellow. When you born, you pink. When you grow up, you white. When you go in sun, you red. When you cold, you blue. When you scared, you yellow. When you sick, you green. And when you die, you gray. And you calling me colored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveeee. Lol. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat. Oh, the retreat. I loved it. I think nearly everyone did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many memories were created in the space of a few days. Averie's trip-around-the-world suitcase. Isay carrying a rosary (gasp). Pre-palanca madness ("TAE DI KO NATAPOS YUNG PALANCA NIYA."). Being released into the wild. First walk-out ever. Room-hopping. Disobeying rules. UBE's. Soft Batch cookies and Pik Nik. Prank calls. Sunsets, I love you's, etc. in the Bingo sheets. The huge, fragile dice. Human boardgame. FRANCO DEL ROSARIO. : 9:00 pm to 11:30 pm (the time it took all four of us to take a bath, lol). Meals with the girls. The beautiful chapel. Waking up late. Confession. Doubting. Seeing Isay about to confess (gasp again). Averie asking me whether man-hating was a sin =)). The firewall! Kuya Kenneth totally forgetting that we were supposed to be discussing the activities with our other counselors. BONDING WITH KEZIAH TAN, SARAH OXALES, AND AVERIE YLANAN. BONDING WITH KEANU FONTANILLA, ADRIAN BEGONIA, BENJO RODRIGUEZ, AND NICO REYES. All the b**** jokes, failed Bellinee ones, yellow and pretty and love-kept-real jokes. Being "kidnapped" in 14A, the quiet game, waking up to Keanu saying, "You lose". Palanca madness. Post-palanca madness on main street, crying, hugging, kissing, making up, thanking, apologizing, forgiving, laughing, loving. The cicada. Dropping my phone and screaming when I ran to hug Nico. Finding God. My-My and Josh's amazing duet! Batch pictures underneath the sun. Our last mass. Packing up. Leaving Angels' Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat touched me in so many ways, and I'll never forget it. I feel so emotionally-loaded now, somehow... after it all... I don't know. :)) Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school with a disappointing thump, now. We have classes on the stage of the Gym. In the caf. On the stairwells of the ASTB. In the girls' and boys' dorms. It's very sad - Emil had to use this door for a blackboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Only Pisay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should do Math homework... So yeah. I'mma end my post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-1075989642546094146?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/1075989642546094146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=1075989642546094146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/1075989642546094146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/1075989642546094146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/10/late-retreat-post-d.html' title='late retreat post. :D'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-9067919011180993876</id><published>2008-10-14T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:39:46.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday, Ma'am Crisologo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://magicalrubidium.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://magicalrubidium.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-9067919011180993876?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/9067919011180993876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=9067919011180993876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/9067919011180993876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/9067919011180993876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-maam-crisologo.html' title=''/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-4875931586610348579</id><published>2008-10-12T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:39:03.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on a classics rampage! Sense and Sensibility, Wuthering Heights, The Count of Monte Cristo. I'm halfway into Emma now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad, because I seriously feel like I've been neglecting reading lately - there's just no time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-4875931586610348579?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/4875931586610348579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=4875931586610348579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/4875931586610348579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/4875931586610348579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-on-classics-rampage-sense-and.html' title=''/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-5942864839220259622</id><published>2008-10-10T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:39:01.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's over. For better or for worse, this week is OVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-5942864839220259622?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/5942864839220259622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=5942864839220259622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/5942864839220259622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/5942864839220259622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-5975072114890254211</id><published>2008-10-09T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:16:36.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grabe. I was filled to my maximum stress potential today, I swear. It was worse than any of the perio days we've had so far. Ugghhh. I'm so sorry if I was a little... short with anyone today. It was not my intention, I promise - I'm just grumpy today. Ek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A PICTURE OF THIS CUTE LITTLE BOY WITH THE BLUEST EYES I'VE EVER SEEN, THOUGH. Arriele's stock directory was filled to the brim with beautiful kids. &lt;3 Hay, Health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevi told me a story from their school that helped me destress a bit, though. It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little kid at an ice cream parlor who was having trouble deciding what to buy. The waitress was getting a little impatient - there were lots of other customers waiting for a table who could afford to buy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much is the plain ice cream?" the little boy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty cents," the waitress answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about the sundae?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seventy-five."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed decided. "I'll get the plain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought him his plain ice cream, still annoyed at his holding up the customers, and went to another table. When she got back, the little boy was gone along with his ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the table was exactly seventy-five cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sevi told me that story, I was all, "Awwwww." Haha. It helped me destress. I love that little kid from the story. I like thinking he looks like the kid with the blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I'm becoming incoherent. And random. Never mind. ONE MORE DAY. ONE MORE DAY BEFORE FREEDOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-5975072114890254211?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/5975072114890254211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=5975072114890254211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/5975072114890254211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/5975072114890254211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/10/grabe.html' title=''/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-6312469600257890356</id><published>2008-10-08T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:01:31.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>You'd think that the end of exams would mean some sort of respite, but apparently not. It just means that it's time to get back to the crap we've let pile up with the excuse that we needed to devote our time to studying for the perios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health baby book. English board game. Physics Long Test. ComSci Long Test. Make-up SocSci Greece quiz (this is for me). I think that's it. And I'm too lazy to start on any of it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that one word can sum up my past few days: lazy. I just feel like I can't be bothered to exert effort anymore... sometimes I wonder if I'll die of ennui. What a dreadful way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to kill some more time before reading on Greece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-6312469600257890356?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/6312469600257890356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=6312469600257890356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/6312469600257890356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/6312469600257890356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/10/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-177284671619043471</id><published>2008-10-06T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:26:30.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was so cool. It was like we just got back after summer vacation or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's what I felt. Lol. I felt so happy seeing Keanu's skinny... never mind. Just check out keanurexic.i.ph. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-177284671619043471?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/177284671619043471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=177284671619043471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/177284671619043471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/177284671619043471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-so-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-3625048537150267795</id><published>2008-10-04T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:59:32.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... STR Methodology is done. Yey. It's the only productive thing I've accomplished this break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically bummed around because, well, I'm a Pisay student. And I can't usually bum around without feeling all panicked about what the next day will bring. Besides, if they take away our sembreak, like the admin is threatening, I might as well make the most of class-less days, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Atonement yesterday, which is the most God-awful depressing movie I've ever watched. It was really well-done, but heartbreaking. I went around the rest of the day with this heavy cloud pressing down on me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watchingwatchingwatching movies, lying around in bed, reading books, watching more movies. And I made Rafa a spider out of beads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's month of the Holy Rosary, we've been praying it everyday. It makes me feel a bit better about my religious life in general, because I srsly feel like I've been neglecting it lately. I remember how we used to pray before and after &lt;em&gt;every single class&lt;/em&gt; in Poveda, and now I'm like... prayer-less. :( It's all very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I kill the reader with the utter mundanity of this post, I'm going to sign off now. Good night, all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-3625048537150267795?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/3625048537150267795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=3625048537150267795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/3625048537150267795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/3625048537150267795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-8287839499946879104</id><published>2008-09-30T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:07:02.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmen.</title><content type='html'>I was really, really panicking this morning, because I woke up at 5, having promised myself I would wake up at midnight to study for Chem. So I crammed like crazy, and just when I finished-- when I told myself, okay, that's it, I'm done, whatever happens, it'll be over today-- I got Josh's text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rb wala raw pasok due to a fire sa SHB. Postponed ang exams to thurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I-- unfortunately-- began celebrating. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found out we didn't have classes until next Monday! So I watched like, ten episodes of Gossip Girl. No one can say I'm unproductive. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel bad, though. About the fire. I mean, I'm glad no one was hurt, but it's so sad-- and Sarah's paintings! And Ma'am Aguila's pretty cubicle! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things get patched up pretty quickly. And I hope, hope, &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; they don't take away our sembreak. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-8287839499946879104?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/feeds/8287839499946879104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6247361312732191138&amp;postID=8287839499946879104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/8287839499946879104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/8287839499946879104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/09/ohmen.html' title='ohmen.'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-3028370550691371794</id><published>2008-09-10T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:22:17.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear I've never felt so congested in my entire life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-3028370550691371794?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/3028370550691371794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/3028370550691371794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-swear-ive-never-felt-so-congested-in.html' title=''/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-2512276796892369477</id><published>2008-09-10T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:48:28.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drowning.</title><content type='html'>I have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of things to do. Like, LOTS. I have Math and Bio and Fil and SS and Physics and Chem and STR to catch up on and study for. That isn't anything different from what everyone else has to do. It's a bit more of a problem when I can barely get out of the bed to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've resorted to a checklist, like the one Jessa showed me a &lt;strike&gt;lifetime&lt;/strike&gt; long time ago. Yeah, with the boxes and everything. Not pretty. But I'll manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Lord, please, please, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; help me. Let me get better, and give me the perseverance and drive to finish everything that needs to be finished, to do everything that needs to be done. Please, Lord, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-2512276796892369477?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/2512276796892369477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/2512276796892369477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/09/drowning.html' title='drowning.'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-6509739462512874015</id><published>2008-09-09T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:17:04.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the power blows!</title><content type='html'>And it's fun to watch in Rent, it really is. You know, when Roger and Mark light all the candles and burn their posters and screenplays because they don't have electricity. It's not as fun in real life, when there's a buttload of schoolwork to do. And it's even less fun when it happens two nights in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my brothers and I during dinner. We were moaning about our situation and singing Rent songs all the while. 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It came back at around... 8. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... back to Physics now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-6509739462512874015?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/6509739462512874015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/6509739462512874015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/09/power-blows.html' title='the power blows!'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZcZo9XBT7fo/SMZqk8ikA_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/aiudPgOeHXk/s72-c/09092008183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247361312732191138.post-6642942565620857561</id><published>2008-09-08T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:14:39.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>truth or dare</title><content type='html'>First off, happy birthday, Mama Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the school day, I couldn't decide whether I liked it (the day) or not. So many things came up-- drama, drama, drama. And it was so &lt;em&gt;tiring&lt;/em&gt;. I could feel the day just dragging on... and on... and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But PE was awesome. Since Sir Rojas wasn't present, we sat in a circle and played the best Truth or Dare game I've ever experienced. We shrieked our heads off, we giggled like mad, we possibly gave some of the more serious pingpong players a compelling urge to kill us, but we enjoyed ourselves. And oh oh oh, the things we found out. The T &amp;amp; D circle consisted of me, Jasmine, Bianca, Mia, Cam, Arriele, Benjo, and Isabel. Counterclockwise. (Yes, I still remember it that clearly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam, Mia and I had a nice, long talk afterwards, which was even more interesting, I think. So my school day ended on a pretty good note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home feeling all responsible and happy, geared up and ready for some serious schoolwork, when... dun dun dun. The power went out. Which is just right and well with my luck, I suppose. Ah well. We went to my mom's tutoring center (where they had electricity) and did some of my homework there instead. I'm dead, dead tired now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-6642942565620857561?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/6642942565620857561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/6642942565620857561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/09/truth-or-dare.html' title='truth or dare'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</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-6247361312732191138.post-7726953823064466778</id><published>2008-09-07T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:14:56.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first post.</title><content type='html'>I know I should be making a meaningful post, but... I can't. I'm drained from Humanities Week/Card-Giving/Third Year in general. So, I'll talk about Rent, WHICH ENDED TODAY. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am... so addicted right now. It's funny. I've been watching Rent vids on youtube when I should have been doing homework (what a horrible-- or good-- procrastinator I am) and gosh, they're so funny. The OBC messing up is particularly insane. Adam Pascal for the win, man. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... it's ending before I actually got to watch it on Broadway. :( &lt;a href="http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Isabel&lt;/a&gt; had a very pretty picture on her blog, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm too tired except to mourn. So yes. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GOODBYE, RENT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247361312732191138-7726953823064466778?l=flicker-flare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/7726953823064466778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247361312732191138/posts/default/7726953823064466778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flicker-flare.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-post.html' title='first post.'/><author><name>andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11213166089082015141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
