<?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-7840215727725643142</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:21:49.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT THE ONE WHO WOULD REMAIN "ANONYMOUS".</title><subtitle type='html'>THE GIRL WHO KNOWS HER WORDS AND STANDS FOR THEM IS THE ONE WHO KNOWS HER LOVER AND WILL FIGHT FOR HIM. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5948490364928981656</id><published>2011-10-14T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T05:41:51.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Blogger,&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;lease forgive me for abandoning you for too long. Yes, you can call me an infidel. I had a fling with Tumblr. But believe me, Blogger, no one can ever replace the relationship that we have. You are to me what water is to humanity. I have this deep attachment to you. Yes, I promise to come back to you and start writing here again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The-girl-who-will-no-longer-leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5948490364928981656?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5948490364928981656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5948490364928981656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5948490364928981656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5948490364928981656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-blogger-p-lease-forgive-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-8660576187526105962</id><published>2011-03-30T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T04:49:43.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GET ME BACK</title><content type='html'>I wanna go back to the day when a 5-star score is enough to make me happy. I wanna go back to the time when a "monster scare" can easily keep me in the house. I wanna return to the age when a shirt and simple jeans are enough. I wanna revert to simplicity again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-8660576187526105962?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8660576187526105962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=8660576187526105962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8660576187526105962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8660576187526105962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-me-back.html' title='GET ME BACK'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1095613029344759348</id><published>2011-03-23T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:21:38.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the verge of givin' up.</title><content type='html'>I FEEL SO S-T-U-P-I-D.&lt;br /&gt;I did everything. Almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;I surrender everything to the Almighty. He knows all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-1095613029344759348?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1095613029344759348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1095613029344759348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1095613029344759348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1095613029344759348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-verge-of-givin-up.html' title='On the verge of givin&apos; up.'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5594074775103054364</id><published>2011-02-24T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T22:13:41.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM A BLIND DATE TO TRUE LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;FROM A BLIND DATE TO TRUE LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was one of the most bizarre love stories I have ever known. Who would have ever thought that one girl who never fell in love with someone could suddenly be engulfed by affection towards something which did nothing but challenge her; made her feel inadequate; and always asks her to do her best? A martyr? Maybe. A grateful Accounting student? Yes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a blind date turning into true love. I suck at numbers so I decided that taking up Accountancy would be a lesser priority. But certain events had led me to come back to it; to give it a chance. To let a love story bloom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every love story has its sunny and rainy days. When we were just starting, he made me feel comfortable, confident that I already know him. The problems were just piece of cake. However, as time flew, I discovered that he became possessive, demanding and want me to spend more time with him. It’s like he’s saying it straight to my face “This will bear fruit. Just hang on!” So, I did what he said. I spent nights solving his problems, sitting crossed leg with the book, calculator and the pen and paper. I scanned his words and tried to understand what he wants to tell me. He challenged me to be the very best by giving me quizzes that are considered by many as “kaka nosebleed”. There are times that my throat would constrict and my eyes would water because of frustration but I made this promise that whatever happens, I will never let him go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I discovered also that he awoke the bipolar in me. He can make me chuckle unstoppably in genuine delight when I successfully answer his brain-whacking problems. He can turn my nights sleepless, gloomy and dark, when I fail to give the solution he is looking for. He asked me to sacrifice in order for me to get to know him more. There are times that I want to shout at him telling him “I have given you all that I got. My best shot. What more would you want from me?” Again, he would say, “this would bear fruit. Just hang on”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;True to his words, it did. The previously complicated problems became easy to understand for me. The journal entries he requires me to do are somehow mastered. His theories are finally clear. I know him. I love him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our relationship still continues till now. The sleepless nights know many Accounting students and I am one of them. Still groping and struggling and persevering to get to know Mr. Accounting deeper. He still makes me feel frustrated and inadequate. He’s disciplining me; that I know for sure. I come to love him. To really love him. And because I do, I will never let him go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;GIULIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5594074775103054364?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5594074775103054364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5594074775103054364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5594074775103054364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5594074775103054364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-blind-date-to-true-love.html' title='FROM A BLIND DATE TO TRUE LOVE'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-798965776604943257</id><published>2011-01-07T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:21:08.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRITAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TSfmDKdjbwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XlaRKvCCyfA/s1600/giulia1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TSfmDKdjbwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XlaRKvCCyfA/s400/giulia1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559665207034474242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-798965776604943257?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/798965776604943257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=798965776604943257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/798965776604943257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/798965776604943257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/britain.html' title='BRITAIN!'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TSfmDKdjbwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XlaRKvCCyfA/s72-c/giulia1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-4922887764294702045</id><published>2011-01-07T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:11:53.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TSfjEFEeReI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LLNXhUVO0a0/s1600/giulia4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TSfjEFEeReI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LLNXhUVO0a0/s400/giulia4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559661924232087010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TSfjD9eExEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/RSy0ysyHknU/s1600/giulia3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TSfjD9eExEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/RSy0ysyHknU/s400/giulia3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559661922191983682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TSfjD9wuhDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/zofHK1ilDTI/s1600/giulia2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TSfjD9wuhDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/zofHK1ilDTI/s400/giulia2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559661922270217266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ISN'T HE THE MOST ADORABLE BREATHTAKING CREATURE, EVER???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Eugene "Flynn" Ryder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment my eyes clapped on your image, I fell in love. I know you have heard of the usual "butterflies in my stomach" cliches but I want you to know I felt that. You are so paradoxical. You are so brave yet so funny, so daring but so innocent, so manly yet very romantic.. You are indeed a thief, for yes, you have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please be real? :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Giulia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know you have a thing for brunettes. But can a raven-haired chick catch your attention?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&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/7840215727725643142-4922887764294702045?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4922887764294702045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=4922887764294702045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4922887764294702045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4922887764294702045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-love.html' title='NEW LOVE'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TSfjEFEeReI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LLNXhUVO0a0/s72-c/giulia4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5912473067653165201</id><published>2011-01-06T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T01:47:09.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE IN A SWIFT</title><content type='html'>I am currently in an internet cafe. Since our computer bagged down for two weeks already, I have been using Facebook mobile only. We were lucky Mama brought home the laptop during the New Year. I have been missing blogging so badly (and also the keyboard!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5912473067653165201?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5912473067653165201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5912473067653165201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5912473067653165201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5912473067653165201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-in-swift.html' title='UPDATE IN A SWIFT'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-3728073288043289517</id><published>2011-01-01T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:34:42.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR THE LOVE OF A WOMAN</title><content type='html'>"For the love of a woman, a man unlocks his heart and reveals all the secrets it holds..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge fan of Taylor Swift. Know why? Well, because this curly-haired country girl speaks her heart out, and yes, she sounds like EVERY OTHER GIRL! She sings and writes songs as if she's been living someone else's life. She's really a know-it-all-personally girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, just this afternoon, I found a song that smoothly made its way to my "Favorite List". The singer, an LDS (I knew that the first moment I heard him sing!), belts about the love of a man for a woman. I adore the song, it speaks how a man love and should love a woman. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjOvQTX6QGs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjOvQTX6QGs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my heart broke when I saw Pres. Hickley cry. :"(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-3728073288043289517?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3728073288043289517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=3728073288043289517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3728073288043289517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3728073288043289517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-love-of-woman.html' title='FOR THE LOVE OF A WOMAN'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-347605946778419586</id><published>2010-12-30T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T08:25:16.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZIP THE LIP</title><content type='html'>One thing a wise girl should always do is to remember this one simple rule ( a rule that can perhaps be taken as an invasion to male secrecy):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TRys7rE2cwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6R-XBzur2fQ/s1600/Picture0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TRys7rE2cwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6R-XBzur2fQ/s400/Picture0288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556506181443678978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls misinterpret the importance of having the capacity to shut themselves up. They think that the more they unravel information to the one they love, the more that person will love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give everything up, you lose what the author calls "Emotional Virginity". You lose your mystery and in the end, the person who seemed to be very interested with you at first lost all enthusiasm because of your "emotional hurrying".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things women do that make them look desperate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Makes men the center of their lives. When a woman says "He's my life" don't you just love to tell her to "get a life"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Gets angry with someone because they feel they are not treated properly. The last thing a man wants is a woman who is self-indulgent and thinks she needs to be treated like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Clingy women? Definitely out. Men want to see women do stuff that do not involve them. It will make them more curious and definitely will increase a woman's "value". Men love chase. The more you elude them, the more they follow you. They love challenge. Some girls don't understand this. BEing too clingy, emotionally sentimental and always ranting about this guy will never add to your "value". Instead, they would most likely elude you since who wants to have someone who acts like an obsessed love-struck teenager by their sideS? Learn to not make him your top priority or your mission in life. Be busy with other things and make them see that you don't really need to have someone to be happy. BE HAPPY because you are. Learn to keep secrets. If he'll realize there's so much to learn about you, he'll come back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE OF A MYSTERIOUS AND A MAKEMEYOURSNOW WOMAN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hi. You were amazing in the school play.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Thank you. I'm happy you liked it. We've all been working hard for this. Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hi. You were amazing in the school play.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I know right? Most of the people in the play never deserved the roles they got. You know what, when I auditioned, I sing the piece of Blahblahblah. I was nervous at first but you know, I know I'm better than anyone else. Some girls were looking at me bitterly, they're just jealous? And you see those people who aren't clapping? Yeah, they're jealous. I know I will get the lead role next play. Saw my dress? My mom made it tailored in Italy. Oh my, and my make up&lt;br /&gt;BLAH..&lt;br /&gt;BLAH..&lt;br /&gt;BLAH...&lt;br /&gt;BLAAAAAHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE NUMBER 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boy wasn't able to call for days now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious girl: WON'T EVER MAKE THE CALL. NEVER. EVER. She is busy with other stuff to notice he ain't calling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate girl: WILL CALL HIM AGAIN AND AGAIN. AND IF HE DOESN'T ANSWER SHE WOULD SAY "Why is he doing this to me? He told me he likes me and he is not answering my calls! He does not know i love him very much. he's blind! he doesn't care. I can't take this. My heart is broken. How dare he treats me like this! HE IS A LIAR!!!" and she will mope around, refuse to eat and dizzy her mind with all the emotional thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the author said that women shutting up and being mysterious iare different from women playing hard to get. Women who shut up and turn mysterious increases their attractiveness by making the opposite sex wonder. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my insights (also influenced by the Authors) after reading "Dateable" and "Marriable". Two AWESOME books. Women should read books like these if they want to look desirable than desperate. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'LL NOW SHUT UP AND BE MYSTERIOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-347605946778419586?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/347605946778419586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=347605946778419586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/347605946778419586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/347605946778419586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/zip-lip.html' title='ZIP THE LIP'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TRys7rE2cwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6R-XBzur2fQ/s72-c/Picture0288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7139558905045031951</id><published>2010-12-27T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T07:05:50.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>APPLES</title><content type='html'>I, Giulia Noelle Guanzon Nobleza, admit that I have a sentimental heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family members know me as someone who swears to be in deep feelings with a hundred different someones. However, sometimes, these someones just can't notice me. Or shall I say, don't even dare approach me. My mama always tells me that maybe I look too strict and they're very intimidated but am I really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, we had the usual conversation while we were having our dinner. I was again telling them about my 1008th crush and why he never seem to notice. My brother, my very sweet 12 year old brother, who seem to be emotionally reserve among the four of us (alongside Chini) gave me a piece of bond paper with this photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/girls%20are%20like%20apples" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk84/definemyspace/apples1.jpg" alt="Apples Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"English project na namon, nang..."&lt;br /&gt;I have read this poem for the nth time already but my brother's sweet gesture made me felt mushy.&lt;br /&gt;He knows how to comfort a girl who seem to be very clumsy about love. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-7139558905045031951?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7139558905045031951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7139558905045031951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7139558905045031951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7139558905045031951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/apples.html' title='APPLES'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7626083405915822043</id><published>2010-12-26T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:44:24.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORMON BOYS :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/mormon%20boys" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/anpuhotep/small-T-BOYS-BROWN-M.png" alt="small mormon boys Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mormon boys and I cannot lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you other sisters can't deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a guy walks in with his scriptures in his case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a smile on his face you get a date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a celestial mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he's going on a mission, leaving you wishing that you had a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So deacons, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't want your features!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your brothers are hot and you are not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so give us some righteous priests! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* found this cute song in LDS Humor in Facebook. haha. This is really cute! And also true at the same time. I love Mormon Boys! :))&lt;br /&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/7840215727725643142-7626083405915822043?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7626083405915822043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7626083405915822043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7626083405915822043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7626083405915822043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/mormon-boys.html' title='MORMON BOYS :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7856132853420680575</id><published>2010-12-26T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T08:07:09.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSING NOTES IN SECRECY</title><content type='html'>Is there a better opportunity to have the "kilig" feeling than having a secret crush with someone? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, my lovelife is typically dull. However, something sparked lately. Something really beautiful my heart could burst. Thanks to my very dear friend Cun, I have some outlet of my overwhelming emotions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in music, it captures my emotions. I believe in Taylor Swift, she's been secretly spying on me or wickedly reading my diary. Eitherway, this song, ENCHANTED, perfectly portrays my feelings and the current state of my heart. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lw0fETc9XEE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lw0fETc9XEE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-7856132853420680575?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7856132853420680575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7856132853420680575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7856132853420680575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7856132853420680575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/passing-notes-in-secrecy.html' title='PASSING NOTES IN SECRECY'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1137491435220362768</id><published>2010-12-26T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T07:34:42.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIGHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TRdgZlobQlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6O4hXClerBE/s1600/Picture0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TRdgZlobQlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6O4hXClerBE/s400/Picture0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555014658099462738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess cutting my hair short won't be a bad idea after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-1137491435220362768?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1137491435220362768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1137491435220362768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1137491435220362768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1137491435220362768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/weighing.html' title='WEIGHING'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TRdgZlobQlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6O4hXClerBE/s72-c/Picture0233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-8549201533742146941</id><published>2010-12-24T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:18:15.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Sent His Son</title><content type='html'>How could the Father tell the world of love and tenderness? He sent His Son a new born babe with peace and holiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hours, I have been searching for a perfect Christmas song to accompany my blog entry. Everything is, of course, absolutely beautiful and heartwarming. However, I would like to get off the bandwagon of just focusing in the Savior's birth. I want to see Christ's life in a song, to really define the very essence of His birth and His real purpose here on Earth. After a while, a thought came. I searched for the song and knew at once, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HrRg-5f58VA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HrRg-5f58VA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot deny it, because of the huzzle and buzzle of the season, this very important detail is often taken for granted or even forgotten. We are used to the loud and merry way of celebrating the day and sometimes neglect to pause for a while and reflect. Maybe now, we ought to remember the words of an old Christmas song 'O Little Town of Bethlehem': "How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given..." We need to reasses our lives and say to ourselves, "are we really worthy to face the Child Jesus in the manger?" We need to ask ourselves, what really defines Christmas? Is it the foods? The gifts? Or perhaps the merry making? If these give meaning to the season, then (in the first place) it shouldn't be called "Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should remember that Christ wasn't born in the world just because. Even before He was born, He was appointed as the Savior and He is sent here to Atone for our sins. My father always says "without the Atonement, Jesus Christ's birth will just be an addition to Bethlehem's census..." We cannot celebrate with great joy the birth of our Savior without also giving appreciation to His great atonining sacrifice. Our chance to come back to our Father in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ was sent to walk in the earth to show "what manner of men we ought to be". He walked humbly -- even being born in a stable, He loved the poor and the needy -- encouraged those with riches to give to them, He showed compassion to those who have sinned -- cleansed those who repents and gave charity to those who desperately needed it. He healed the sick and caused the dead to raise. He encouraged us to be like little children and to always follow "the will of the Lord" above anything else. He lived a life we OUGHT to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that more than any present, any gift, any Santa Claus, it is Him we ought to remember this Christmastime. I know that He loves us and He continues to live. His great atoning sacrifice and infinite love reaches not only the people of the past but also the people of the present. He and His Father love us and want us to come back to them. May we not forget to pause, think, pray and be grateful for the Savior who gave His life just to save us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we offer Him? A broken heart and contrite spirit and the willingness to follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very merry Christmas to you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Giulia :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-8549201533742146941?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8549201533742146941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=8549201533742146941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8549201533742146941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8549201533742146941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-sent-his-son.html' title='He Sent His Son'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-3260921088972051968</id><published>2010-12-19T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:22:50.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISH WASHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/dish%20washing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq299/LouricaKikay/Other/Dish.jpg" alt="Dish Washing Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of love to make someone want to save you from washing the dishes. I love you, mama. And I know your feet hurts. Having my hand soaped doesn't matter at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-3260921088972051968?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3260921088972051968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=3260921088972051968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3260921088972051968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3260921088972051968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/dish-washer.html' title='DISH WASHER'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq299/LouricaKikay/Other/th_Dish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-3295583757678779319</id><published>2010-12-13T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:25:45.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TQbVcfS4YZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/zvHMkOM2WQY/s1600/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TQbVcfS4YZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/zvHMkOM2WQY/s400/silence.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550358276194460050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If they are never worth the talk, let your lips be sealed. Silence in the midst of a war of words is your greatest weapon..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there's one thing I can qualify as "Felix Felicis", that would be the presence and advices of my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her patience and temperance is an example to me. Maybe that's why many look up to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe that's why some are curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mother taught me to be patient and long suffering in times that I think I'm under attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That lesson still keeps me intact up to this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't help it if there are college students who can't take a "constructive criticism" and think that what I told our teacher was a stab to them. In a way, it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling the truth to our Accounting teacher made them furious and angry. I was branded as "wala huya" (no shame). The words ricochet to them, though. If they have enough shame, they should have stopped copying answers to quizzes and assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will rant no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their words may enter my ears (and it literally hurts because they SHOUT as if I won't be able to comprehend) but not my heart. I'm at peace, I'm serene and I can look into our Accounting Teacher's eyes directly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One particular classmate, a gay, keep on making me hear mean things. I hope he knows I'm more beautiful than him. ahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, who lost in the game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may be labelled as "no shame". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But between me and them, I think there are lot of things that ain't the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am temperate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're fumed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-3295583757678779319?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3295583757678779319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=3295583757678779319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3295583757678779319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3295583757678779319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/rants.html' title='RANTS'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TQbVcfS4YZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/zvHMkOM2WQY/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-6150468512200299026</id><published>2010-12-04T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T06:25:07.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdrtbpdO5_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdrtbpdO5_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MILD HE RAISE HIS GLORY BY.. BORN THAT MAN NO MORE MAY DIE... BORN TO RAISE THE SONS OF EARTH... BORN TO GIVE THEM SECOND BIRTH..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- These lines: always get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No one will ever love me as much as Jesus Christ does. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-6150468512200299026?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6150468512200299026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=6150468512200299026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6150468512200299026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6150468512200299026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/hark-herald-angels-sing.html' title='HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SING!'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1310453233720049611</id><published>2010-12-04T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T05:54:41.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"AND BEHOLD, A CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM..."</title><content type='html'>There's something about Christmas one appreciative soul just can't ignore. Although the festive air, the bright sparkling lights and the oh so delicious foods give a little color to the celebration, something deep goes with it, something essential that makes every Christmas season the world's anticipated holiday of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living near a sugar cane manufacturing site, I always mark my Christmas days with the smell of refined sugar being processed. I came to love that smell. The scent reminded me that Christmas is indeed fast approaching. There are things only December can give. The swift but smooth wheeze of the air, the smell ( I mentioned it earlier) and the gifts. One of these gifts (and the most important of all) is the gift of Eternal Life given to us through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Redeemer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was browsing Facebook's news streams, I ended up watching this very cute and also very wonderful video about kids' views and opinions about Christmas. I remember also feeling emotional during the times I view videos about Christ's birth. His love IS so perfect, so unselfish and totally and amazingly selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one gift (ironically) is the gift we oftentimes overlook. However, let us be like these little kids. Still appreciating the gift only the Son of the Living God can give. MERRY CHRISTMAS from these cute kids and a kid who wishes to be cute.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RM8XoT7qnxY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RM8XoT7qnxY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-1310453233720049611?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1310453233720049611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1310453233720049611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1310453233720049611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1310453233720049611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-behold-child-shall-lead-them.html' title='&quot;AND BEHOLD, A CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM...&quot;'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-9054383662388127513</id><published>2010-11-25T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:09:08.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be Afraid. Dig In.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TO7ctsqTxTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QV8nJhv9vH4/s1600/dfdfdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TO7ctsqTxTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QV8nJhv9vH4/s400/dfdfdf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543610868980499762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UKAY UKAY ---- clearly a Pinoy Habit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been severely obsessed with internet Pre-loved clothes that my savings are slowly slashing down. Cool! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already bought 5 items online and my pockets are already going nuts, however, I want more! It's really like drinking sea water: the more you drink, the more you get thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, Chaelyn and I went ukay-ukay and if you want to find really exquisite items (at a very cheap price, of course) go there! :). I got myself a cute tee and a lovely bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a fan of surpluses. Who isn't, anyway? :). If you can have an unbranded brandnew and a designer vintage bag, where would you prefer? Our schoolpaper adviser saw my LV bag last Tuesday and commented "Wow, mayaman, Louis Vuitton pa ang bag"; I laughed and this only made me pay P450. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd....... as a result, my next assignment in our organ is to write something about ukay ukay. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, So, it's market day now. Where are we heading? Ukay ukay of course. :)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-9054383662388127513?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9054383662388127513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=9054383662388127513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9054383662388127513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9054383662388127513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-be-afraid-dig-in.html' title='Don&apos;t be Afraid. Dig In.'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TO7ctsqTxTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QV8nJhv9vH4/s72-c/dfdfdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-8668071925909427540</id><published>2010-11-12T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T06:03:45.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationalism</title><content type='html'>This is the piece I wrote for Rickzal John Gedoria (which made him win the Best in Talent award) during our Ginoo at Binibini ng Lahi pageant. :). Although I consider my self an absolute outcast of the Tagalog language, I survived. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sa bawat tunog ng silbato, lalo kong pinapalakas ang aking loob. Sa bawat putok ng baril, lalo kong pinapaigting ang aking adhikain. At sa bawat dugo mula sa mga nasasawi, mas lumalakas ang kagustuhan kong makipaglaban at mabigyan ng katarungan at kalayaan ang bansang pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay isang Indio. Namuhay dito sa bansang tinawag nilang Las Islas Fiipinas. Mula sa aking pagkasilang ay nakaukit na ang kahirapan sa aking kapalaran. Wala akong boses o estado sa lipunan. Hindi kami pinakikinggan. Kami ang binabalingan ng pang-aapi. Ang pag-asa ay parang mga butyl ng buhangin sa aking mga kamay. Unti unting nawawala, unti unting namamatay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustuhin ko mang lumaban ay hindi ko magawa. Sino ang tutlong sa akin? Anong suporta ang makukuha ko? Unti unti, namumuo sa akin ang pagliliyab ng hangaring lumaya mula sa pag pipigos ng mga Espanyol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw narinig ko ang aking mga ka nayon. Bihira ang mga ganoong komosyon kaya ako’y naki balita na rin. Isang grupo ang inorganisa para labanan ang mga pang-aabuso ng ng nasa gobyerno. Isang organisasyong naghahangad din tulad ko. Umaasang dadating ang araw na kami at ang bayan ay lalaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May takot ba ako? OO. Pero hindi ako nag atubiling sumali. Isa itong lihim na aking pinakaiingatan. Isang lihim na kailanmay hindi ko ipagkakalat sapagkat kung yaon man ay aking gagawin, parang binigyan ko na rin ang natitira kong pag-asa ng sariling kamatayan. Nang pnahong tumulo na ang dugo ko sa papel n adapt kong lagdaan, buong puso’t kaluluwa ko sinabi sa sarili na ako ay magiging isang tunay na katipunero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doon nagsimula ang aking pakikipaglaban. May takot man, hindi nawawala ang kagustuhan kong maging Malaya ang ating bayan. Araw araw, maraming mga katipunerong nagbubuwis ng dugo. Alam kong isang araw, marahil ako na ang susunod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw, nabulabog ang buong campo ng biglang may umatake. Inbot ko ang aking sandata at taimtim na nanalangin. Alam kong ito na ang araw na marahil ako ay mamamatay. Lumaban ako, ibinigay ko ang lahat ng aking lakas laban sa kanila. Nang biglang natamaan ako. Duguan man aking nagawang isigaw, “sana, hindi kailanman malilimutan ng mga susunod na henerasyon ang nga buhay na inalay para sa kalayaan ng bansa. Sana mahalin din nila ang kanilang bayan at pahalagahan ang kalayaan na kailanmay hindi ko nakita. Sana nga. Sana!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-8668071925909427540?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8668071925909427540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=8668071925909427540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8668071925909427540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8668071925909427540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/nationalism.html' title='Nationalism'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-2462008587859517226</id><published>2010-11-12T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T05:41:56.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patrician --- In a New Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TN1DRfpfBvI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H-q4qfsyYGI/s1600/schoolpaperback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TN1DRfpfBvI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H-q4qfsyYGI/s400/schoolpaperback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538657084567914226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TN1ByK3fz9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ek4W60AJLe4/s1600/schoolpaperfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TN1ByK3fz9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ek4W60AJLe4/s400/schoolpaperfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538655446901968850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TN1DRfpfBvI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H-q4qfsyYGI/s1600/schoolpaperback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TN1DRfpfBvI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H-q4qfsyYGI/s400/schoolpaperback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538657084567914226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM SO EXCITED (and yes, this is an understatement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new and improved school publication will be out and will be ready fro distribution on Wednesday. The Patrician is indeed "made-over" and has this "new look".&lt;br /&gt;I also had fun reading some of the "BCCNians, Ipautwas" opinions. Most of my classmates are there!&lt;br /&gt;However, same as with the theme of our organ, "Loopholes of Philippine Democracy", the school paper staff pic also has a loophole. Justin never told me I look like a half-burnt crocodile in my pic. It was taken noontime so, yes, half of my face appears shadowy.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I am really proud we made this.&lt;br /&gt;(After nights of staying up in the faculty office and ghost hunting around the school).&lt;br /&gt;This is indeed, a "sweet fruit of labor". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-2462008587859517226?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2462008587859517226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=2462008587859517226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2462008587859517226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2462008587859517226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/patrician-in-new-ray.html' title='The Patrician --- In a New Ray'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TN1DRfpfBvI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H-q4qfsyYGI/s72-c/schoolpaperback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-2484099381768393194</id><published>2010-11-05T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:38:31.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY ONLINE BOYFRIEND WASN'T REAL</title><content type='html'>AS I was waiting for my turn in my dentist's clinic, I decided to flip some pages on a magazine from her obviously thick magazine rack. I was very surprised (and hooked!) with the article I have found. It is me! I mean the story's just like mine! An online boyfriend, a common friend and the serious feelings I have developed towards that "person under incognito"... Oh well. This article's JUST AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY ONLINE BOYFRIEND WASN'T REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Michelle Satterlee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was starting my freshman year at the University of California at Davis when I received a message on a social-networking site from a cute guy named Jason. He was my age, lived an hour away, and said he knew an old friend of mine who had suggested we get to know each other. I don't typically read messages from strangers, but there was something about Jason that seemed genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I wanted to make sure he was legit. I hadn't seen or spoken to our mutual friend, Kara (not her real name), in a few years, but nevertheless, I e-mailed her to ask what she thought of the guy. She promised me that he was great. So I wrote to Jason on and off that school year ... but it wasn't anything serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That changed during the summer. I wasn't as busy as I had been at school, so I spent hours chatting with Jason online. His parents were divorced like mine, we both played basketball in high school, and he was really into art, which is my major. I'd never talked to a guy who understood me like he did — not to mention, he looked great in his photos. I was falling for him fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time my sophomore year started, we were writing to each other on MySpace and Facebook and texting each other constantly, but I was dying to talk to him and hear his voice. Every time I suggested it, however, he was too busy. And when we'd arrange to meet, he wouldn't show up. I was disappointed and angry, but he always apologized and had a good explanation. It sounds bizarre now, but I was too head over heels to think rationally ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my friends about Jason, they were happy for me — until they found out we'd never spoken. They told me to cut off contact, and in my gut, I knew they were right. But I couldn't shake the feeling that he was perfect for me. So I hid our relationship, skipping parties and slacking on schoolwork so I could spend time with him online. If I did go out with friends, he would ask me why I didn't want to chat and grill me about other guys. I always reassured Jason that I was interested only in him. I was too emotionally dependent on him to risk losing the bond we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By December, even my parents were worried. They noticed my grades slipping, and since we have a family cell-phone plan, they saw the outrageous bills resulting from all the texting I was doing. They wanted to know more about Jason. Without my knowing, they did some digging and figured out who the cell number really belonged to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It belonged to Kara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents broke the news, I felt overwhelmed with disgust ... and embarrassment. I certainly thought about all the things I would say to Kara, but in the end, I decided not to confront her. I'd already had enough drama. So I texted "Jason" and told him I didn't want to talk anymore. Well, Kara went crazy. She texted me 25 times in one hour, asking me to reconsider, and promised to come visit me. It got so bad that I had to change my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a smart girl, so people ask me how I ever could have fallen for it. I know how strange it sounds, but since Kara knew me and my family history, she understood exactly what to say to manipulate me and play on my emotions. Everything was too intricate and perfect to have been a scam by a stranger ... and I never would have suspected a friend. I'll never know for certain why she did it, but I do think it's possible she was attracted to me. She also may have been lonely and needed someone to talk to, but that doesn't make me any less angry. Looking back, I wish I had listened to my gut. At least I know I'll never ignore it again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-2484099381768393194?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2484099381768393194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=2484099381768393194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2484099381768393194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2484099381768393194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-online-boyfriend-wasnt-real.html' title='MY ONLINE BOYFRIEND WASN&apos;T REAL'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-378662575969129413</id><published>2010-11-01T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:49:32.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evelyn Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVELYN HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Browning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL Evelyn Hope is dead! &lt;br /&gt; Sit and watch by her side an hour. &lt;br /&gt;That is her book-shelf, this her bed; &lt;br /&gt; She pluck’d that piece of geranium-flower, &lt;br /&gt;Beginning to die too, in the glass;&lt;br /&gt; Little has yet been changed, I think: &lt;br /&gt;The shutters are shut, no light may pass &lt;br /&gt; Save two long rays thro’ the hinge’s chink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen years old when she died! &lt;br /&gt; Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name;&lt;br /&gt;It was not her time to love; beside, &lt;br /&gt; Her life had many a hope and aim, &lt;br /&gt;Duties enough and little cares, &lt;br /&gt; And now was quiet, now astir, &lt;br /&gt;Till God’s hand beckon’d unawares,—&lt;br /&gt; And the sweet white brow is all of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? &lt;br /&gt; What, your soul was pure and true, &lt;br /&gt;The good stars met in your horoscope, &lt;br /&gt; Made you of spirit, fire and dew—&lt;br /&gt;And, just because I was thrice as old &lt;br /&gt; And our paths in the world diverged so wide, &lt;br /&gt;Each was nought to each, must I be told? &lt;br /&gt; We were fellow mortals, nought beside? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, indeed! for God above&lt;br /&gt; Is great to grant, as mighty to make, &lt;br /&gt;And creates the love to reward the love: &lt;br /&gt; I claim you still, for my own love’s sake! &lt;br /&gt;Delay’d it may be fore more lives yet, &lt;br /&gt; Through worlds I shall traverse, not a few:&lt;br /&gt;Much is to learn, much to forget &lt;br /&gt; Ere the time be come for taking you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the time will come, at last it will, &lt;br /&gt; When, Evelyn Hope, what meant (I shall say) &lt;br /&gt;In the lower earth, in the years long still,&lt;br /&gt; That body and soul so pure and gay? &lt;br /&gt;Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, &lt;br /&gt; And your mouth of your own geranium’s red— &lt;br /&gt;And what you would do with me, in fine, &lt;br /&gt; In the new life come in the old one’s stead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have liv’d (I shall say) so much since then, &lt;br /&gt; Given up myself so many times, &lt;br /&gt;Gain’d me the gains of various men, &lt;br /&gt; Ransack’d the ages, spoil’d the climes; &lt;br /&gt;Yet one thing, one, in my soul’s full scope,&lt;br /&gt; Either I miss’d or itself miss’d me: &lt;br /&gt;And I want and find you, Evelyn Hope! &lt;br /&gt; What is the issue? let us see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lov’d you, Evelyn, all the while! &lt;br /&gt; My heart seem’d full as it could hold;&lt;br /&gt;There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, &lt;br /&gt; And the red young mouth, and the hair’s young gold. &lt;br /&gt;So hush,—I will give you this leaf to keep: &lt;br /&gt; See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand! &lt;br /&gt;There, that is our secret: go to sleep!&lt;br /&gt; You will wake, and remember, and understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-378662575969129413?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/378662575969129413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=378662575969129413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/378662575969129413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/378662575969129413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/evelyn-hope.html' title='Evelyn Hope'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-2622502261544249700</id><published>2010-11-01T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T08:51:43.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku For Annoying People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/funny%20gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i413.photobucket.com/albums/pp214/darksalamander/yummia2250.gif" alt="Yumichika Mummy2 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Impressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For you, they are curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;People who can't get a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Try to bother yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You try to ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They keep on agitating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And your rage's like fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You breath in deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell yourself it's just but wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To go ignore them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-2622502261544249700?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2622502261544249700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=2622502261544249700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2622502261544249700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2622502261544249700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/haiku-for-annoying-people.html' title='Haiku For Annoying People'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-9194327070302736767</id><published>2010-10-25T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:24:54.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.Swift Speaks Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/speak%20now" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa443/Hyper-V/taylor-swift-speak-now.jpg" alt="Speak Now Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge Taylor Swift fan. I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how this fanaticism started but I believe she truly understands the heart of the female species.&lt;br /&gt;And basically, Tay-tay kept us (me, my church friends, my classmates) waiting. However, the waiting was worth it. I really love her new songs. The title is so appropriate with the new masterpieces she made.&lt;br /&gt;They're bolder, braver and better.&lt;br /&gt;T. Swift is indeed a prodigy. :D.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the two of my favorite-est songs from her new album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAK NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95Z4imhFZHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95Z4imhFZHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTER THAN REVENGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sm-8sLMteGY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sm-8sLMteGY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Last Song Syndrome, open sesame! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-9194327070302736767?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9194327070302736767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=9194327070302736767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9194327070302736767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9194327070302736767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/tswift-speaks-now.html' title='T.Swift Speaks Now'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5628239518088520362</id><published>2010-10-21T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:41:35.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silay sa tunay na Pinay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TMDq_99tFyI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5WLkdjmZrTI/s1600/venussendoff4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TMDq_99tFyI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5WLkdjmZrTI/s400/venussendoff4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530678727096997666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just noticed this morning that the participants of the two major beauty pageants are both "Kayumangging Kaligatan"; and who would forget that these two stands out in their respective pageants and drooled over by those fair skinned foreigners? :)&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to be proud with my Pinay color. :)&lt;br /&gt;Morena is just sexy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5628239518088520362?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5628239518088520362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5628239518088520362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5628239518088520362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5628239518088520362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/silay-sa-tunay-na-pinay.html' title='Silay sa tunay na Pinay'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TMDq_99tFyI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5WLkdjmZrTI/s72-c/venussendoff4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-199727447606348715</id><published>2010-10-21T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T03:03:29.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL HAIL THE CPA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TMAPoaXkFUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/QLx_RnImD9U/s1600/nonjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TMAPoaXkFUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/QLx_RnImD9U/s400/nonjj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530437529358308674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Don't expect me to tolerate your looking on your classmate's paper..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"If you think you're smart enough, leave the classroom..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nong Julius' famous words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's just yesterday, he was just still our Accounting Laboratory Teacher. Quiet, very strict, a lil suplado and very very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important of all, HE IS ABSOLUTELY CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so happy to say that Mr. Julius Irish Marquez is now a Certified Public Accountant by virtue of his passing the tough CPA Board Exam this October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all very proud of him and it made him a million times cuter!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-199727447606348715?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/199727447606348715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=199727447606348715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/199727447606348715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/199727447606348715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-hail-cpa.html' title='ALL HAIL THE CPA!'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TMAPoaXkFUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/QLx_RnImD9U/s72-c/nonjj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1718270583022996017</id><published>2010-10-20T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T07:07:17.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lullaby... ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bella's not the only one who has some music to lure her to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I, fortunately, have loved this music for years. This never fails to take my hand and drive me to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;Faye Wong's voice is just so beautiful, even my papa is enamored. :).&lt;br /&gt;This is my beautiful lullaby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lalalala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;'How can I let you know, I'm more than the dress and the voice? Just reach me out then and you'll know that I am no dreamer. :)...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qcW0oiLKHg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qcW0oiLKHg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-1718270583022996017?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1718270583022996017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1718270583022996017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1718270583022996017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1718270583022996017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-lullaby.html' title='My Lullaby... ♥'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7886226577557697397</id><published>2010-10-20T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:31:28.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi sapere un segreto</title><content type='html'>Ciao cari! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="it"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;Mi sapere un segreto? :) Yes. And tell you what, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="it"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;più succoso di quello che stai pensando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm a bit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="it"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;esitano a dirti. However, since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="it"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;Vi amo tutti, I would let you know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that parlo Italiano? Si. And I've discovered that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="it"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;è così divertente! You should try it once. Oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="it"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;la bellezza della lingua! I would learn more if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="it"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;Vorrei utilizzare tutti i giorni. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="it"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;decifrare e tradurre il messaggio! You'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="it"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;scoprite il mio segreto nascosto troppo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arrivederci! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-7886226577557697397?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7886226577557697397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7886226577557697397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7886226577557697397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7886226577557697397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/mi-sapere-un-segreto.html' title='Mi sapere un segreto'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5224669686370310411</id><published>2010-10-20T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:25:50.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EL DESIDERIO DI CARBONARA</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had that urge before? That burning desire to grab something you badly want to have. To taste something just to quench that unexplainable thirst in your tongue? To spend a lot just to have that? Have you? Have you? Well, we all have those kinds of experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one too ---- and it's currently bugging me. Why, I want to eat carbonara right now na na. Just like pizza, it's one of my favorite Italian foods. I would love to make a home-made creamy spaghetti. Unfortunately, my skills are shouting "ASA! ASA! ASA!". Ok, I may not be a gourmet chef but if this intensified wanting increases, I'll get my purse and go to the supermarket. As in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haii. I miss Pizza Hut's mouth-watering carbonara. I wish I can be able to dig in to one when we go to Bacolod this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will just satisfy my self with pictures of that delicious temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/carbonara" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r249/mae_seven73/carbonara.jpg" alt="carbonara Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the pasta.. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/carbonara" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/mallanhead/for%20public/carbonara.jpg" alt="carbonara Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creamier the better.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/carbonara" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f244/wlittle1686/Food%20images/carbonara-1.jpg" alt="Spaghetti carbonara Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP SEDUCING ME!!!!&lt;br /&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/7840215727725643142-5224669686370310411?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5224669686370310411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5224669686370310411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5224669686370310411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5224669686370310411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/el-desiderio-di-carbonara.html' title='EL DESIDERIO DI CARBONARA'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/mallanhead/for%20public/th_carbonara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5425614903412082500</id><published>2010-10-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:17:13.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/you%20belong%20with%20me" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll197/megastarblondie/Untitled-1copy.jpg" alt="ybwm Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm falling in love with a friend"&lt;/span&gt; he told me one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid I'll just ruin that beautiful friendship, though..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, isn't love a lovelier form of friendship?" I chirped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I was beginning to hope. Like fluttering leaves, my heart started to pound. It's growing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation, like sweet sweet fuel, flames the intensity of a new ray of hope blooming in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would let him hear the assurance that it is okay. To fall for me, how awful can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, who have been intertwined by the bond of friendship, are perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just don't think I should be with her. You know. Completely out of my league..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest, no, no man is worth my heart. No man but you. I want to shout. I want to say it to your voice, now I'm telling you that--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe, she's worth the risk. If you love her that much, go for it. Who knows, something might happen." Was I being too obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think so???" his eyes are now wide with eagerness to hear my next answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahuh. I guess you should tell her. Like, now?" I eyed him shyly.  Silly me, how would he know I'm expecting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts to be uneasy. Hear he goes... He's gonna tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see his palms sweat. His brows, the perfect brows, arched in a way Kris Aquino would envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held my hand, looked straight to my eyes and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bestfriend, would you mind doing a favor for me?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice shakes. And so are his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my hands only, but my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure." was the only thing I could say. I think I'll drown. Yes, I'll drown.&lt;br /&gt;Say the words, boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help me court our Homeroom President. Yes, Alexa. I know you know all the right things to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My icy smile cracked, my eyes watered a bit, my hands shook more, and my heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like what I have predicted, I drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowned into a sea of new misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowned into a false hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowned into a pit of hopeless salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with my surroundings blurry and my heart bleeding, I answered him&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, BESTFRIEND."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Giulia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5425614903412082500?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5425614903412082500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5425614903412082500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5425614903412082500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5425614903412082500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/tell-tale.html' title='Tell Tale'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1588294366104829291</id><published>2010-10-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:05:43.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im in Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH HER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emma%20watson%20ballet%20shoes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr351/meandi102050/Emma-Watson-in-ballet-Shoes-rupert-.jpg" alt="ballet Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7840215727725643142-1588294366104829291?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1588294366104829291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1588294366104829291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1588294366104829291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1588294366104829291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-in-love.html' title='Im in Love!'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-846927896522644519</id><published>2010-10-15T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:59:33.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USED TO BE</title><content type='html'>If there's one song that actually defines the current status of humanity, that would be, this song. "Used to Be" by Stevie Wonder and Charlene. Read the lyrics and know. I love this song very much (gets me every time!). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3a1hvwLJ9Jk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3a1hvwLJ9Jk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-846927896522644519?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/846927896522644519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=846927896522644519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/846927896522644519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/846927896522644519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/used-to-be.html' title='USED TO BE'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-3327013932065708438</id><published>2010-10-13T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:59:22.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprived Because Of The P-Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/procrastinator" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad267/everythingwilma/toon_procrastinator.gif" alt="Procrastinator Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M STILL THE WORLD GREATEST PROCRASTINATOR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, bloggie dear, celebrating a day sitting in front of you and you, facing me squarely.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much pain you gave me last night? I had the headache of a century. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;It's all my fault though. I think too highly of my writing skills and sometimes shrug off the task by saying "I can do this later".&lt;br /&gt;The result: Lack of sleep and a kilo of eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;I really love being an online writer. This job makes me feel fulfilled (and feels like I'm feeding my first love).&lt;br /&gt;The only thing here is, because of my being too lazy to do things immediately, I end up looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/scary" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w40/chuck1s/scary.jpg" alt="scary Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need sleep. :)))))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-3327013932065708438?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3327013932065708438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=3327013932065708438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3327013932065708438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3327013932065708438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/sleep-deprived-because-of-p-sin.html' title='Sleep Deprived Because Of The P-Sin'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7320059937731974127</id><published>2010-10-12T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:11:27.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giulia and Noelle</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine told me to "Go to urbandictionary.com and type Giulia, and look at the meaning. So you right? I laughed at the Noelle though because maybe someone you really knew put the definition there". Yeah Cheta. You got it. :). Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I surfed UrbanDictionary to see what was there that "defines" me daw. I was, of course, touched when I saw the meanings of my name. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/giulia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd23/giuchan/giulia.gif" alt="giulia Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- normally an Italian girl, who has a great personality and is extremely gorgeous but does not want to admit it. usually very polite and has a beautiful face, loves football(soccer) and prefers to keep her options open. is very patient and can pretend to be interested by all the compliments love struck losers give her. (But no, I really am a listener.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/noelle" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff253/tashya7188/noelle.jpg" alt="Noelle Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The most gorgeous, attractive, sweetest creature to walk the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  the prettiest girl in school. She is smart and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;She is not rich but she does have money. you will never see her in anything except hollister, American eagle, or aeropostale.&lt;br /&gt;she is the prettiest girl in the class and she knows it. But she doesn't act like a bitch about it and even talks to the geeky kids.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves her and wants to be like her.&lt;br /&gt;The only people that don't like her are the snobby girls that are jealous.&lt;br /&gt;All the boys like her. They all joke with her and think she is cute.&lt;br /&gt;(Hahahaha. Who would ever define me as this will definitely have a KISS! XD..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The cutest girl in the world&lt;br /&gt;extreamly silly and fun to be around. shes the kind of girl who loves to sing disney songs and loves to crow.&lt;br /&gt;She may not be poular with the boys, but it doesent mind her caus she only needs one, and she loves her Puddin more then life its self, and he loves her back juct as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is so true! XD...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Noelle's are usually brunette with gorgeous eyes and extremely beautiful. They are always seen dancing. Almost always are laughing or smiling and are generally happy if not for themselves, for others. Can be a little strange sometimes but in an amazing way that makes you think, why can't I just let go and act like her.&lt;br /&gt;(holds true with the "always laughing and smiling"...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the definitions of my name. Go and find out what yours means in Urbandictionary.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-7320059937731974127?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7320059937731974127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7320059937731974127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7320059937731974127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7320059937731974127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/giulia-and-noelle.html' title='Giulia and Noelle'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1485150231014362714</id><published>2010-10-11T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:01:30.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prances! XD</title><content type='html'>I really find this guy cute in a totally non-malicious way. I appreciate his being so down-to-earth despite of having "the face that we all find cute". :). He's always flocked by the female species in our school and he's not malicious enough to take advantage of those girls. He, well, treats them all as friends. I had the wrong impression about him at first when we were just starting the preliminary's of our Ginoo at Binibini ng Lahi competition. However, as I got to know him better, I liked him a lot (again, in a non-malicioys way!!!!). I felt a little kilig one time when he said he finds me pretty and he loves my voice. Awww. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll definitely miss him. He'll be transferring to manila this second semester. Oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLP5RZ1CDqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/B748jThHjl4/s1600/franz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLP5RZ1CDqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/B748jThHjl4/s400/franz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527035245100142242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-1485150231014362714?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1485150231014362714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1485150231014362714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1485150231014362714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1485150231014362714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/prances-xd.html' title='Prances! XD'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLP5RZ1CDqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/B748jThHjl4/s72-c/franz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7120162677523534858</id><published>2010-10-11T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:49:04.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Never Jealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLP14vhXarI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mWpl2YdJW_I/s1600/awtr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLP14vhXarI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mWpl2YdJW_I/s400/awtr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527031522891623090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Our Love is Like the Wind: I can't see it, but I can feel it..." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am writing this blog of mine, the sound of raindrops against our roof is heard. The atmosphere is just so melancholic. To add up, I watched "A Walk To Remember".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for love-stories with really sad endings and it's funny how a movie can leave me in a "hagulgul" state even after the credits are shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I cried so HARD this afternoon and I got bulgy eyes when the movie ended. Huhuhu. Why can't there be a Landon Carter for me? Haha. I know he's a bit impossible now but, I want him!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never know what a perfect love can do. My heartstrings got tugged in a major major way. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-7120162677523534858?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7120162677523534858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7120162677523534858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7120162677523534858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7120162677523534858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-is-never-jealous.html' title='Love is Never Jealous'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLP14vhXarI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mWpl2YdJW_I/s72-c/awtr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-6679313750799388471</id><published>2010-10-11T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:26:14.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'D RATHER BE INDEPENDENT THAN FLIRTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This song's version is waaaayyyy cooollller than the original. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Katy Perry. It's just that the guy in the song portray these girls as powerful beings. Not flirty compared to KP's "California Girls". :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zG0_4pZB0A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zG0_4pZB0A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-6679313750799388471?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6679313750799388471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=6679313750799388471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6679313750799388471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6679313750799388471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-york-city-girls.html' title='New York City Girls'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5060845627248678179</id><published>2010-10-11T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:22:35.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike the Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO YOU AGREE WITH ME WHEN I SAY TRUST IS ONE OF THE HARDEST THINGS TO BE REGAINED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're a red-neck, heartbreak who's really bad at lying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5060845627248678179?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5060845627248678179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5060845627248678179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5060845627248678179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5060845627248678179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/strike-match.html' title='Strike the Match'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7667507547120391997</id><published>2010-10-11T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:11:07.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkling Lucky</title><content type='html'>"If 10/10/10 is a very lucky day, everyone should have won the lottery" - Geezee Ilustre. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's got a point, really. Why associate every weird event to luck? I mean, if good things come your way, you deserve it. Not because luck said "give her a piece of happiness".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, though, my 10/10/10 was amazing. :). We had our JPIA Day (Thou shalt keep the sabbath day holy) and once again, the sophomores bagged the top spots. It's really great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before school year started, I thought it was very hard to adjust with my new classmates from the other sections (we were three sections before. after the quali exam, we merged into one) but I have proven that my first impression didn't really last. My classmates are the funniest, wildest, fiercest, competitive-est folks you'll ever have. :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the JPIA day. I joined the "Musical TeleviShow" category and hailed myself as "Bee-Yon-Say!". Hahaha. We won! We won! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, just this morning, I've learned that my group in PE is the over-all champ in the indoor games tournament. Oh luck, brush to me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this brush of luck will continue till the next semester. For the meantime, I'll start with my online job again and savor my HAPPY LUCK after I receive the salary. Wahahaha. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-7667507547120391997?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7667507547120391997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7667507547120391997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7667507547120391997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7667507547120391997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/sparkling-lucky.html' title='Sparkling Lucky'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-4915920372321090832</id><published>2010-10-10T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:12:39.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essay who Wants to Beat Deadline</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;font-family:Broadway"&gt;THE IMAGE OF THE YOUTH IN THE PAGE OF TECHNOLOGY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 19px; "&gt;To understand a matrix of programs, to analyze flow of electronic information, to follow the trend of the modern techie world: these are the challenges that face the youth of today. Challenges that if not monitored can cause someone to act like a cyborg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Progression in terms of science and technology is very evident in our world today. As years pass by, we have seen innovations that were once unimaginable to the human mind. Men have invented materials that are designed to bring good to humanity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Obviously, the advantages of modern technology is also visible, communication became easier and faster, transportation is brought to a new level, work becomes bearable because of the conveniences brought by modern appliances.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;But, if we look clearer, these so called “inventions of the century” have subtly changed the orientation of the youth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Before cellular phones, Iphones, ipods and laptops, there were letters written with effort as means of communication. Before, students appreciate the beauty of nature as they walk miles for school. Now, it seems like everything is in a buzz and everything should be done in an instant. The youth of today fails to appreciate the magic of traditional courtship. In these times, guys perceive that girls are just one text away. A gap in the family is felt because teens spend most of their time playing computer games rather than bond with their folks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;We have always been blinded by technology’s superficial capacities. We fail to realize that there is more to it. It changes values, corrupts traditions, renews beliefs, changes a person and hinders self-improvement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Moderation and control from overusing technology is the key to minimize the severe consequences it brings. We can’t deny the fact that technology is an impeccable instrument. However, we should not let it change our lives and values. Remember that if there are cellphones, they are also people willing to talk. If there is an ipod, there are laughters. If there is Facebook, there is a more important book, the Scriptures.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;We should be the masters of technology not the ones falling for its traps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-4915920372321090832?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4915920372321090832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=4915920372321090832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4915920372321090832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4915920372321090832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/essay-who-wants-to-beat-deadline.html' title='The Essay who Wants to Beat Deadline'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1692307520573875674</id><published>2010-10-03T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T06:49:56.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giulietta</title><content type='html'>My love for William Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" was willfully revived by the movie "Letters to Juliet". :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a girl, I always dreamed about playing the famous play on stage. That dream came true when I was 12. The only thing there is I played Romeo. Pfft. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a video recorded by Rigel Pido 2 years ago. This was taken in Mambucal. I was leaning on a balcony and spontaneously blurted out Juliet's lines in the story's ever known "Balcony Scene".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I didn't do any justice to the femme fatale, Giulietta. There were people passing by and kept looking at me as if I was a lunatic. Haha.. I got so shy, I stooped acting seriously. 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It's like: "WHOA! This definitely defines my bookshelf!".&lt;br /&gt;Disney. Disney. Disney. I can't get over you. :).&lt;br /&gt;Some of my classmates think it's really weird for a 19 year old to watch (and read) Disney flicks over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;But who can blame me?&lt;br /&gt;It's a childhood legacy carried on. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5128602071803791004?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5128602071803791004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5128602071803791004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5128602071803791004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5128602071803791004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/magic-and-swirls.html' title='Magic and Swirls'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TJoFAINm8eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jgVfxUf1t3k/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1222465442773734792</id><published>2010-09-22T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T05:06:37.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...a shock??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/mariel%20and%20robin" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/dulrichambot/Mariel%20and%20Robin/40990_1388001974490_1065294906_30932150_2366884_n.jpg" alt="mariel and robin Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mariel Rodriguez and Robin Padilla wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Honestly, HINDI AKO KINIKILIG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&gt;&gt;:DDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-1222465442773734792?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1222465442773734792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1222465442773734792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1222465442773734792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1222465442773734792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/shock.html' title='...a shock??'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/dulrichambot/Mariel%20and%20Robin/th_40990_1388001974490_1065294906_30932150_2366884_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-6061021459309439064</id><published>2010-09-17T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T06:33:14.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Through Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20lakehouse%20movie" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b128/kimasabe/MOVIE%20Faves/admired%20ACTORS/LAKEHOUSE-KeanuSandra6-2006.jpg" alt="SANDRA BULLOCK and KEANU Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you hold on to someone you've never met?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagline itself is an intrigue. The story is more appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lake House is one of the most "enthralling" movies I have ever watched. Or should I say, I always list it in my top 3 favorites. The movie had me on the edge of my seat the whole time and the ending made me cry in spite of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lake House is a romantic story about two peope - TWO YEARS APART - who fell in love with each other. Kate, a doctor, finds herself drifting alone as time passes by. Alex, an architect who have never given time to love. Kate lives in 2006. Alex, 2004. Their love story began on the lake house (specifically, on the mailbox). The events that followed showed that time isn't a blunder if love is real. Even though they haven't met each other, they held on and their love was indeed true --- and that one great love can CHANGE even fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story also plays a very special part in my life because this was the movie I held on to when I fell for someone very far from me. I guess this is also one reason why it tugged my heartstrings so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my favorite lines from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex (on Kate) : She's more real to me than any thing I have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate (on being asked about her love life) : Uh, it's kind of a long distance relationship. One person I cannot meet. Him, I want to give my whole heart to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*awwwww* tissues please! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TRAILER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hYO8b4u3po&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-6061021459309439064?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6061021459309439064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=6061021459309439064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6061021459309439064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6061021459309439064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-through-time.html' title='Love Through Time'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1657805054853780817</id><published>2010-09-15T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T05:05:43.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Got the Last Laugh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/girls%20vs%20boys" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/FMstar/RugbyBoysVSRollerDerbyGirls.gif" alt="Rugby Boys VS. Roller Girls Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A debate between the differences between sexes is always an exciting one. That's one way to let the cat willingly jump out of a boy's mouth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this afternoon, our Religious Education teacher assigned to us a task to list down the distinct differences of men and women. Of course, we listed "Men are polygamous in nature" first (luckily, they didn't argue on that one). After that, we wrote down "Men are inferior to women, scholastically speaking"; this was the time that they reacted (as in super reacted!). They said that boys are naturally endowed with intelligence greater than women because that is what the Lord designed. The only barrier to this intelligence is the temptations and vices that come to their way. I got their point and realized that they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example is our trio for our accounting quizbowl next week. I'm sandwiched by two very sharp boys. They can solve accounting problems in a finger's snap and can assure you that the answers are right. I also know how to solve it HOWEVER it will take forever before I can get the accurate answer. Talk about being a slow poke. :). Nevertheless, these boys go "hands down" when it comes to theories. They hand it immediately to me. I guess it is safe to say that numbers are boys' prime while analysis is for the girls' brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, lots of boys can't decipher the message that there is an innate talent in them. An inborn intelligence. They spend their time on hobbies that are not that helpful. And base on statistics, the number of computer-indulged teens are rocketing up. Like the race of the Hare and the Turtle, the girls are still winning. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-1657805054853780817?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1657805054853780817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1657805054853780817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1657805054853780817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1657805054853780817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/whos-got-last-laugh.html' title='Who&apos;s Got the Last Laugh?'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7429009339804500644</id><published>2010-09-12T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T01:46:32.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaint or Gratitude?</title><content type='html'>Perhaps it was my fault. Perhaps it was his own choice. Maybe I was pressing it to him so hard he nearly gagged. I don't know what was going on with him. All I know is one moment, I was connecting to him, then after a sec, he left me with a dark empty monitor. Stupid computer. Out with his "automatic restart" problem again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If lagging or hanging up of your PC annoy you a lot, that's nothing compared to our computer. He leaves you in a trail of shock everytime he "auto off"-s. One time, it had my brother shouting at no one because his typed article was never saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this computer is a survivor. This baby came into our house when I was just a 4th grader. You can guess how excited I was during that especially with the keyboard. This PC stood for nearly 10 years (and of course he is still expected to stand for more than that). Even though we already bought laptops (and has been promised by SmartBro of a new PC), he continued to serve us unconditionally. He has been repaired for innumerable times but he never complains ---------- until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont have any idea with what's going on with it but I hope it can be repaired (innumerable times + 1) as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is starting to "beep beep boop" again. A computer's way of saying "so, what's keeping you long?". I hear sarcasm. Boo me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-7429009339804500644?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7429009339804500644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7429009339804500644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7429009339804500644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7429009339804500644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/complaint-or-gratitude.html' title='Complaint or Gratitude?'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-8870800323211414882</id><published>2010-08-23T06:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T06:06:05.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 23, 2010 -- A Dark Dark Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/THJxvdTtlkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PgWhPARfX-U/s1600/150269759.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/THJxvdTtlkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PgWhPARfX-U/s400/150269759.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508590354362635842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/THJxo1udxFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qqxq9BcYlk0/s1600/hostage-taking-philippines-quirino-grandstand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/THJxo1udxFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qqxq9BcYlk0/s400/hostage-taking-philippines-quirino-grandstand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508590240658211922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, no words can come out from my lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;EVERYTHING IS SO HEARTBREAKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some men waste their life because of the world's EVIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;August 23 - a dark dark dark day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The skies are crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is breaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God bless the souls of everyone, including the hostage taker. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-8870800323211414882?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8870800323211414882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=8870800323211414882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8870800323211414882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8870800323211414882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-23-2010-dark-dark-day.html' title='August 23, 2010 -- A Dark Dark Day'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/THJxvdTtlkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PgWhPARfX-U/s72-c/150269759.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7702096385480483261</id><published>2010-08-20T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T03:34:35.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Feel The Love Tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching this clip and listening to its background song always makes me fall in love and inevitably brings me a sweeping feeling of nostalgia. Leads me back to the old kindergarten days when I was still very obsessed with a lion (yes, my first crush is Simba). :)))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love their love story so much. From childhood best friends to sweethearts. I want that! I want that! :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plus, Timon and Pumba are absolute sweethearts. :). Who wouldn't want buddies like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I sort of like this song to be the prelude music in my wedding reception. ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aF4CWCXirZ8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aF4CWCXirZ8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Can you feel the love tonight?&lt;br /&gt;You needn't look too far...&lt;br /&gt;Stealing through the nights uncertainties,&lt;br /&gt;love is where they are. ♥♥♥"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-7702096385480483261?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7702096385480483261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7702096385480483261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7702096385480483261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7702096385480483261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-you-feel-love-tonight.html' title='Can You Feel The Love Tonight?'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5870736502455447515</id><published>2010-08-19T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:13:46.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRONGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TG1IiJ8jLpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vArNvkeC3MI/s1600/194048996v5_480x480_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TG1IiJ8jLpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vArNvkeC3MI/s400/194048996v5_480x480_Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507137670966619794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping but I can't doze off.&lt;br /&gt;I'm haunted by Trading Securities and FIFO Retail Method. :(&lt;br /&gt;I hope Accounting won't give us a hard time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway,&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, THE TOUGH GETS GOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WILL BE TOUGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TG1KDfSujcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/oCpu7B_KMRo/s1600/tough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TG1KDfSujcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/oCpu7B_KMRo/s400/tough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507139343144095170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5870736502455447515?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5870736502455447515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5870736502455447515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5870736502455447515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5870736502455447515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/stronger.html' title='STRONGER'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TG1IiJ8jLpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vArNvkeC3MI/s72-c/194048996v5_480x480_Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-3964120904223362120</id><published>2010-08-17T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:46:51.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGtVTh0kryI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5T9Pb1RTHzM/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGtVTh0kryI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5T9Pb1RTHzM/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506588763375316770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it a wonder how Disney animators capture the whole emotion in a paper? It's like the actual feeling in a still. One of the most romantic "look" (in my opinion) in movie history. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, Hannah Montana can't copy this. This is TRUE LOVE sans the kissing scenes (which is popular to MODERN Disney "movies".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ehem ehem ehem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGtXmLDEMrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-PwxycPO_tI/s1600/hannah-montana-jake-miley--large-msg-125349302062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGtXmLDEMrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-PwxycPO_tI/s400/hannah-montana-jake-miley--large-msg-125349302062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506591282702856882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7840215727725643142-3964120904223362120?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3964120904223362120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=3964120904223362120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3964120904223362120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3964120904223362120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/lock-your-eyes.html' title='Lock your Eyes'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGtVTh0kryI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5T9Pb1RTHzM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5698271332624314406</id><published>2010-08-17T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T02:20:10.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FACE OFF???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGpUHbLHl0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/zq209CA6ris/s1600/twilightandpp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGpUHbLHl0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/zq209CA6ris/s400/twilightandpp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506305980944062274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(CLICK ON PHOTO FOR A LARGER VIEW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was completely BEWILDERED after seeing this photo. How can they compare Mr. Darcy (The oh so chivalrous and extremely ideal Mr. Darcy) to Edward (White Bloodsucker) Cullen? It's as if they're comparing an exquisite Louis Vuitton Piece to an ordinary Cose bag. How could they? How could they? How could they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, they keep on quoting that Twilight is the new Pride and prejudice. That does not bring any ounce of justice to Jane Austen's esteemed masterpiece. Mr. Darcy is far more captivating than Edward. He may not be as fast as light but he's got sexy eyes. :)). Edwards eyes may change color but they look like a maniac's eyes. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/mr%20darcy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd134/screamofthefairy7/darcy.jpg" alt="mr. darcy Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/edward%20cullen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l422/ivankakaka/edward-cullen_l.jpg" alt="Edward Cullen Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now, you keep on telling yourself that I HAVEN'T READ Stephenie Meyer's "famous" novel. I had. :). And I wasn't impressed. AT ALL. In truth, I'm just like reading a Precious Hearts Romances' novel. I really WONDER why majority of the females here on Earth drool over him. *ugshh*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Darcy will never ever be replaced! That will be unthinkable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BECAUSE, MR. DARCY has been kicking Edward's sparkly butt since 1813!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5698271332624314406?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5698271332624314406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5698271332624314406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5698271332624314406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5698271332624314406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/face-off.html' title='THE FACE OFF???'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGpUHbLHl0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/zq209CA6ris/s72-c/twilightandpp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-479466108208367944</id><published>2010-08-15T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:56:35.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Everything has it's own happy ending..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all, actually. Even Disney movies know how important or realistic heartbreak is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas is one of my most favorite Disney Movie. I first laid eyes on it when I was 7 years old. I really love John Smith and Pocahontas but, as we all know, they didn't end up together (after not seeing each other for a couple of years). They promised they will be together again but............................................ Pocahontas chose that Rolfe guy. A total BUMMER. It's been breaking my heart since 1999. Well, I guess, she "listen-with-your-heart-you-will-understand" too much. Oh, Grandma Willow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is it's epic and sad ending. Although it tugs my heart in an unexplainable way, it's still the best ending in all Disney movies. So much emotion. And, I wish my hair could be like that. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLvCqaO8w9o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLvCqaO8w9o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, love is not meant to be. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-479466108208367944?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/479466108208367944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=479466108208367944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/479466108208367944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/479466108208367944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-4960073106330833425</id><published>2010-08-15T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:28:48.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M3 - Malay Natin. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGeUKcGCfFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/gZGdVdKk_xQ/s1600/Malay-Mo-Madevelop_Aga--Ai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGeUKcGCfFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/gZGdVdKk_xQ/s400/Malay-Mo-Madevelop_Aga--Ai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505531976544844882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Malay mo madevelop din ang dalawang puso, di man magkasundo, pilit pinagtagpo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really in love with this sit-com. I voluntarily become a couch potato when the show starts. It's really funny to feel this way since I'm no fan of Tagalog Romances. I gush like a little kid on their bickering scenes and I just can't wait for that time that their feelings would finally "develop". :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This madness started when my Accounting Classmates teased our Accounting teacher about me. He was explaining to us about the process of qualifying exams in this manner: "That does not mean kung ang trend ng number of students sa 3rd year BSA ay not more than 25, ganun talaga ang susundin. Kung gusto niyo na lahat kayong 36 ay makakapasa, pwede.. MALAY nyo ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates:&lt;br /&gt;MADEVELOP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir:&lt;br /&gt;Ehem. Malay nyo. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Classmates:&lt;br /&gt;Uuuuyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako:&lt;br /&gt;*died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the start of everything. The start of my "M3" addicition. :). Kinikilig talaga ako. Well, it's not wrong to be "kinikilig" once in a while, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;And the thing about my Accounting teacher, I know he's just playing it cool with us. However, I just go kilig all over.. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-4960073106330833425?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4960073106330833425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=4960073106330833425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4960073106330833425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4960073106330833425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/m3-malay-natin.html' title='M3 - Malay Natin. ;)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGeUKcGCfFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/gZGdVdKk_xQ/s72-c/Malay-Mo-Madevelop_Aga--Ai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-4150068146838989478</id><published>2010-08-14T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T04:50:55.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGaDCnHNHuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TyZMrKK_5YE/s1600/40070_457622687813_354852372813_6657457_3968962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGaDCnHNHuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TyZMrKK_5YE/s400/40070_457622687813_354852372813_6657457_3968962_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505231675389189858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGaCmXbYjyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xUbzCbGk5z4/s1600/40070_457622687813_354852372813_6657457_3968962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I will wait for that Prince Charming. Someone who will one day sweep me off my feet and take me away in a magic carpet ride. :)..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many times have I said that? That may sound cliche but I still believe in that deep in my heart. :).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-4150068146838989478?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4150068146838989478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=4150068146838989478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4150068146838989478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4150068146838989478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/virtue.html' title='The Virtue'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TGaDCnHNHuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TyZMrKK_5YE/s72-c/40070_457622687813_354852372813_6657457_3968962_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5932000105125167636</id><published>2010-08-13T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:53:37.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO RECONNECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Guilt devoured me. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in total "AWOL" for the past few months. I guess being busy is an acceptable justification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm lying. Pfft. I totally lost all the inspiration a blogger needs to have. I know my life is absolutely fantastic but no inspiration INSPIRES me to write. :). But anyway, I guess I have to be out and enjoy blogging again. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I'm in my second year already and I am proud (yes, VERY) to still be a BSA Student (out of sheer luck, of course). The qualifying examination was like a fire under our butts. Nonetheless, we have proceeded and that is enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our accounting teacher is new. A fresh face. :). He (yes, a male) is sir Jeffrey Jampolina, CPA. His teaching skills are designed to make us run faster than our strength. We're like running with a horse when he teaches the lesson. Not that he's drab or anything. I guess he's thinking we're already "that good" since we're on our second year. Oh, talk about wrong impressions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Sir Jampz is really cool. He's not a terror to us. He makes us feel that it's still ok to get zero (since when did zero become ok?) because that's a part of Accountancy students' life. Also, I have this HighSchool crush on him. I don't want to gush like a high school fan girl so all I'm gonna say is, Sir Jampz walks like a model. There. Safe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intramurals is fast approaching and I can't wait. UNFORTUNATELY, we have to tackle first the fire burning on our butts: THE EXAMS. :). Study time tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, have you noticed? It's 2AM already. That signals bedtime. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomor--- oh wait--- till I get inspired again. 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Your child wakes up in high noon with a serious case of a headache. Her or his clothes smell of alcohol. You may not notice it immediately but he or she may suffer from teenage alcoholism.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Everyone wants approval.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone wants to be free and have a sense of independence. Everyone wants attention. Is your teenager getting enough of those from you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Parents should be alert to see the warning signs flashing and they should also be alert in controlling it or better, putting a stop to it. Here are some actions you should take when you think that your child is in the road to alcoholism.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.)&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Your teen might not get all the attention she needs. Listen to them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;Adolescence is the time when teens start to make themselves noticed by their parents, friends, and schoolmates. Your teen might be bullied, belittled or was just made a social outcast of the school. She is hesitant to tell you what really happened to her thinking that you’re too busy to listen. Reach out to your teen and let her feel that she is not alone. Listen to her with all attention.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.)&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Empathize rather than Criticize&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;Expect it that when you approach your teen, there would be (in his or her part) an “oh no, here she comes” reaction. That’s normal because he or she may think that you came there to reprimand his/her behavior. Set aside the “You’re so rebellious” attitude. Empathize rather than criticize. Understand what she feels and don’t threaten her guard. He or she will feel that you are really interested in what she will say and she’ll be more open to you knowing that you will not hurt her already scarred feelings. Be bold to ask questions about what she feels and what she does to hide it. Don’t be afraid to open-up her possible alcohol addiction. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.)&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Help your teen in his/her way to recovery&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;After listening to her story and understanding what she is going through, help her recover by encouraging her to change. Look for teen support groups who specialize in teen alcoholism recovery so that she’ll find strength in others who have overcame their weakness and addiction. Also, while she is in the process, take part in her efforts to recovery. You can help her with her prescribed diet, her adjustments, and in moments of withdrawal. Let her feel strengthened by reminding her that she can do what others have done and she is never old enough to change. Be her guide, her companion and her friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;The steps are not as easy as they may sound. It entails a lot of commitment and patience. You also need a heart that’s willing to understand and respect. But these are all worthwhile. Especially when it can help someone you love so much conquer his/ her addictive enemy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-2326819432898900079?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2326819432898900079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=2326819432898900079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2326819432898900079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2326819432898900079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-aid-for-teenage-alcoholism.html' title='THE FIRST AID FOR TEENAGE ALCOHOLISM'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-6534084064576858675</id><published>2010-05-14T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:37:50.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BURNING FAT: DANCING YOUR WAY TO A NEW YOU</title><content type='html'>Traditionally, dancing has been known to be an instrument of expressing  ourselves. Our body movements are the moving representation of art.  Dancing has also been a way of socializing and showing off (in the case  of a very good dancer).&lt;br /&gt; However, modern times now added a new ray to the benefits of dancing.  That is, an easier and more enjoyable way of burning fat.&lt;br /&gt; The world today is invaded by skinny women seen both in televisions and  print ads. Because of these, the wanting to have a sexier body emerges  among women. Some go into strict dieting, some enter into rigid  exercises and some engage themselves in dancing.&lt;br /&gt; “Lose-weight” dancing is what you call when you dance to shed off fat.  This kind of activity is preferred by many people since that it involves  dancing (well, everybody LOVES to dance). What is good about dancing is  that you can do it anywhere and anytime. There is no pressure on your  part to go to the gym, follow complicated steps or please a gym  instructor. You can do it on your own pace and in your own choreography.  By doing so, you are burning fat in an easy way.&lt;br /&gt; In order for you to be ready for a dancing activity, you should have to  make sure the following steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Make a promise or commitment to yourself that you will dance and you  should follow it.&lt;br /&gt;2.) If you have busy schedules, pick a time you are most comfortable  with. A time when you are free from any commitment.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Wear comfortable dancing clothes such as a t-shirt and a short and a  good pair of rubber shoes. Shoes should really be of good quality for  your feet not to be sore.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Choose good music or kinds of songs that is upbeat and can make you  really want to stomp your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting ready, you should now condition yourself to dancing. Good  warming-up exercise is a must so that you won’t hurt your muscles. If  you’re a beginner, don’t strain yourself by dancing too long than that  which is required. Dance for about twenty-five minutes. You can change  your time limit when you’re used to the old one. Dance for two to three  times a week. Remember to have some cooling-down exercises before  ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning fat has not been this fun. Dancing is wonderful way to make you  sexier than before. Plus, in dancing, you are not only burning fat.  You’re also unleashing the artist in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-6534084064576858675?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6534084064576858675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=6534084064576858675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6534084064576858675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6534084064576858675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/burning-fat-dancing-your-way-to-new-you.html' title='BURNING FAT: DANCING YOUR WAY TO A NEW YOU'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-8855844268454428766</id><published>2010-03-11T06:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:34:03.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thrid question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j-rZDYPLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/CiUd8nLfPy8/s1600-h/DSC08906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j-rZDYPLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/CiUd8nLfPy8/s400/DSC08906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447383770717502642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j-wHi5xnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OaOCg-xYT4o/s1600-h/DSC08907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j-wHi5xnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OaOCg-xYT4o/s400/DSC08907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447383851917231730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j_GsEjHNI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7ID0xaj5qmI/s1600-h/DSC08908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j_GsEjHNI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7ID0xaj5qmI/s400/DSC08908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447384239679151314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j-wHi5xnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OaOCg-xYT4o/s1600-h/DSC08907.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-8855844268454428766?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8855844268454428766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=8855844268454428766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8855844268454428766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8855844268454428766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/thrid-question.html' title='thrid question'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j-rZDYPLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/CiUd8nLfPy8/s72-c/DSC08906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7217264215752537298</id><published>2010-03-11T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:30:04.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>second question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j9F-sxr-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/spwzemIIKcE/s1600-h/DSC08901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j7VoTGzMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3kycCApVEbM/s400/DSC08896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447380098317995202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j7hUemTFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/svAEE82wOCc/s1600-h/DSC08897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j7hUemTFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/svAEE82wOCc/s400/DSC08897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447380299155917906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j7pKjt48I/AAAAAAAAAUE/AZW6katNxik/s1600-h/DSC08898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j7pKjt48I/AAAAAAAAAUE/AZW6katNxik/s400/DSC08898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447380433931985858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-3738797578509619312?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3738797578509619312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=3738797578509619312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3738797578509619312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3738797578509619312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-question.html' title='first question'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/S5j7VoTGzMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3kycCApVEbM/s72-c/DSC08896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-6312820621778807430</id><published>2010-01-17T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T07:25:07.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:((((((((</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/heartbreak%20%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa129/norash-15/heartbreak049.gif" alt="Heartbreak Quotes Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-6312820621778807430?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6312820621778807430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=6312820621778807430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6312820621778807430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6312820621778807430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':(((((((('/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-4501251159863659908</id><published>2009-12-15T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:39:51.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRIPTED</title><content type='html'>"You shouldn't really be an Accountant. You ought to be onstage and play colors there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My being an accounting student was like a blind date which bloomed and settled into falling in love. It's like an enemy turning into a Prince Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But deep inside of my heart, I know that I should be a stage performer. A theater actress singing her heart out, dancing, prancing, and just doing my own thing. My personality tests show me that I love art more than accounts. I love creations than precision. Furthermore, I'm an artist, not an analyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I need a transition, though. I must stick to my old plan. I'll just pursue the other when I'm done with the first. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But if I were given a chance to perform on stage, I would love to! Even if I'm too far-linked with the heroines from the novels that I read, I would be so glad to at least live their life even just on stage. And if they let me choose three femme fatale characters? Here are my picks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELIZABETH BENNET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARWfCBr0ZDM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARWfCBr0ZDM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Elizabeth Bennet is a girl with average beauty but with a deep reservoir of strength and humor. She is not easily shunned by richness or by arrogance. She is a fighter in her own right and she follows whatever her heart tells her to do so. Her strong personality and sharp wit captured the most socially-allergic person in her town: MR. DARCY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY I LOVE HER CHARACTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are sometimes perceived as creatures who are weak in front of men. But Elizabeth established in herself that she can equal to the unpredictable temper of a handsome but arrogant man. I love how strong her character is and how she emphasized in the book that she can't be acted upon. Moreover, I love the story of love between her and Mr. Darcy. Who would have thought that the two people always bickering would fall deeply in love with each other. Plus, Mr. Darcy is an adorable man. Though he may be considered as a very anti-social persona, he falls hard and falls true. Their love is not cheesy-sugar-coated-romance. Just plain but beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SATINE&lt;/span&gt; of Moulin Rouge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaqYgWc8-vs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaqYgWc8-vs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful theater star and courtesan captures my heart because of her undying love for the penniless poet despite the threats and harsh advances of a jealous Duke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why I love her character?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the line "Coz we are living in a material world and I am a material girl..." somehow relates to me. But Satine is a heroine who chose love over money even if she and Christian suffer more than they should. Their story is about the very essence of life: FREEDOM, BEAUTY, TRUTH AND LOVE. We're alike in some ways like the love of performing and the love for aesthetics. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAMIE SULLIVAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V96uhfQ0x9A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V96uhfQ0x9A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet soul that knows she's beautiful in her own simple way. And it doesn't mean that if you're just an ordinary girl, you have zero chance of catching the heart of the heartthrob of your school. Jamie proved that notion wrong. She basically does not care whether or not the school crowd loves her. She loves whatever herself is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why I love her Character?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is pure and cares not for the physical appearance or social standing. The character showed that she can change 2 things: Her plain but incomplete life and the life of a redneck playboy who falls for her and stayed faithful to her till the end. The book and the movie are real tearjerkers and if I'm to play this lovely part, I would pour my heart out to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can be one of these heroines someday. I sure wish that you guys would be watching me onstage. You all should be on the front row! ♥ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-4501251159863659908?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4501251159863659908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=4501251159863659908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4501251159863659908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4501251159863659908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/scripted.html' title='SCRIPTED'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5630395848988360344</id><published>2009-12-04T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T07:09:58.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTERNATION</title><content type='html'>I always have this funny feeling every time Blogger shows the word "REDIRECTING". Sometimes, it gives me this weird assumption that I won't be able to open my blog anymore since I'm not active in here for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second semester proved that he (let's assume he's a male. LOL) is tougher than the first. I can hear my classmates clamoring about the busy schedules and school works that are bombarding us every now and then. The teachers are way challenging and the lessons are starting to get tricky. I sure hope we can be able to survive this phase. I know we can. :). The only thing we can't do is to go back to our old carefree lives, sit back and relax and say to ourselves "Ahhh. This is life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down some goals that I wanted to achieve this semester. Popularly known as someone who's really obsessed with grades, I want to make sure that I can get a rating that which I think is suffice as a reward for my efforts. I'm not saying that my previous grades were discouraging. I got line of 9 in all of our subjects but one: Finance. The subject is interesting but very tough. We always gape at our testpapers every examination because the word problems written on it are really OUT OF OUR LEAGUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make commitments and mantras in order for me to achieve these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our accounting class is all about Partnership and Corporation. It's a bit easier than Basic Accounting (maybe because we already know the fundamentals). We also have a new teacher. Miss Evelyn Matillano. She's a very kind instructor and she teaches well. All our accounting teachers have  different styles. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and our books are easier to understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and our time schedule is still the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the canteen supervisors changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my pimples are in a state of growth ascension. They dont show any signs of stopping. When I lose one, I get one. :(. Can stress be any more disgusting? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5630395848988360344?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5630395848988360344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5630395848988360344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5630395848988360344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5630395848988360344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/alternation.html' title='ALTERNATION'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1463903471553600303</id><published>2009-10-08T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:03:08.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PREFICT. :)</title><content type='html'>STATE-&lt;br /&gt;; N.&lt;br /&gt;- is a group of people more or less numerous occupying a certain territory; it is independent of external control and it's inhabitants are subject to obedience. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee! Memorized it easily. The statement above was given by our beloved Psychology teacher Mr. Joel Espinosa. We were tackling about Memory yesterday and I was really adamant to try if I also am good in memorization. Haha. Good thing, I somehow passed. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterm has been very kind to me. :). Topped 3 subjects and still trying. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the Final Term would be generous to me also. :). I just hope the semester won't end too soon. I woud definintely miss my loud-yet-smart classmates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go on with my resolution and I'll stick to it: STUDY FOR THE EXAMS YOU DAUGHTER OF EVE! :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me Saint Nicholas. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-1463903471553600303?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1463903471553600303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1463903471553600303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1463903471553600303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1463903471553600303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/10/prefict.html' title='PREFICT. :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-2157148134123652958</id><published>2009-09-08T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:25:58.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memorabillia. :D</title><content type='html'>I found this very cute note in FACEBOOK (something Genevie tagged me onto, thanks to her.) I guess this is so much fun that I'll try pasting it in blogger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMOIRS OF GIULIA NOELLE NOBLEZA (I plagiarized Gen's title. Haha. I'm no copy cat, though. *coughs2x*...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try your very best to find all of the pictures asked for. Use Facebook or the pictures stored on your computer. If you can't find one, that's okay. But leave all questions in the survey for others to find. :) tag at least 25 of your friends.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. picture of you in your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/780478594"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_780478594l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. While doing some accounting assignment. :). I hope I made myself look "candid".. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) a picture with someone you don't really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/544385445"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_544385445l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i dont like him. :)). He's just someone I'm always getting fights with. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. a picture with a former/recent crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/133059824"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_133059824l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To play safe, I posted this picture. haha. up to you to guess who's the cutest among them that deserves to be donned as "MY CRUSH".. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. picture of you with a parent or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/34109286/2/974517306"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/68/29/34109286/2_974517306l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my ever funny father. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/34109286/2/910409453"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/68/29/34109286/2_910409453l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the most beautiful woman in the world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.) Picture of you on your birthday, or your favorite holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/752422720"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_752422720l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this was taken 17 years ago. :). Hihi.. I was very cute when I was young. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. picture of you very drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOT APPLICABLE). XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. picture of you from your younger years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/274099242"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_274099242l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first visit to Lolo and Lola's home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. picture of you making a goofy face at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/358530353"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_358530353l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/34109286/1/308773813"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/68/29/34109286/1_308773813l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendly monster. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. picture of you in one of your favorite outfits&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/756078280"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_756078280l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. picture you might have edited to make yourself more attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/34109286/1/933091075"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/68/29/34109286/1_933091075l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was like.... 2 years ago? LOL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. picture of a night you regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/34109286/1/455753212"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/68/29/34109286/1_455753212l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because after this event, my feet became numb. It was really sore. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. picture of you and a team or club you're in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/773152380"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_773152380l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/34109286/2/386736358"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/68/29/34109286/2_386736358l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always proud to say that I am a MONARCHIAN AND A JPIAN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. picture of you showing off a new haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/205715072"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_205715072l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I quite resemble Mariel Rodriguez. So, I tried copying her hair to see if it's true. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. picture of you truly being yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/34109286/2/239228657"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/68/29/34109286/2_239228657l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a kid at heart and I would love to be one forever. Running carefree and being silly is my priority. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/562207266"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_562207266l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big sis to everyone. I really love kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. the most recent picture of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/940169050"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_940169050l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently a "battered" student of Accountancy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. picture of you being absolutely ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/325681872"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_325681872l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My metals tried to eat another metal.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/994345645"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_994345645l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. picture of you that you had no idea was being taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/213486455"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_213486455l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKEUP MAKEUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/152761859"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_152761859l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIED MY LUCK IN PING PONG. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. part of your life that has passed but you wished wasn't over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/659145144"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_659145144l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/253454545"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_253454545l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'm still in the Youth Organization. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/61179371/1/568462518"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/39/61179371/1_568462518l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/61179371/1/322041075"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/39/61179371/1_322041075l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highschool life. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. picture of you taking a shot / chugging a beer / downing some sort of mixed drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still not applicable because I dont drink!).. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. picture with your oldest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/853462385"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_853462385l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle "Tata" Biñas. :). She's been a friend for 13 years already. And that still continues. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. picture with your newest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/341550835"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_341550835l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name's Chaelyn but I prefer Mahal. :).. She's my accounting partner and my finance tutor. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. picture of you when you were anything but happy. even if you were smiling and did your best to hide it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/304973625"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_304973625l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTO taken last October 10, 2008. God knows what happened on that particular week. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. picture of a time when everything was changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/471198781"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_471198781l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly, the guy whom you thought was "better than perfect" proved to be such an immature jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. picture of you when you were a different person than you are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/34109286/1/994560304"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/68/29/34109286/1_994560304l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still 17 years old in this photo. Very innocent and very very very "foolish". XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. A picture of yourself that you hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/716427447"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_716427447l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom suddenly took a shot of me while I was dancing "Kembot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/387955813"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_387955813l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat and fugly. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. picture of how you'd like the world to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/710858555"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_710858555l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/893080139"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_893080139l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved the world to see me as someone smart and respectable and not only someone who amazes them because of a "pretty face". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/521537834"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_521537834l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone who could sing to them the sweetest lullaby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. picture of you in a swimsuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/955232445"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_955232445l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my baby luv. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/181218876"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_181218876l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with AB1A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. picture of you with someone you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/86819300/2/203226345"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/00/39/86819300/2_203226345l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is the greatest inspiration in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/86819300/1/884256962"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/00/39/86819300/1_884256962l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/61179371/1/964090292"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/39/61179371/1_964090292l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/36569033/1/105350908"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/33/09/36569033/1_105350908l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genevie and Lorelyn (my college comrades, I miss you both!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/615238519"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_615238519l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. picture of one of the best nights of your life. (or day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/696816315"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_696816315l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/362871842"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_362871842l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen for a Day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. photo of how you would like to spend every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/663714514"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_663714514l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/859265080"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_859265080l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/508427194"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_508427194l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend it in beautiful resorts. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. A picture that makes your heart hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/195193878"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_195193878l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my AB1A classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/36569033/1/417848025"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/33/09/36569033/1_417848025l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacolod days with Papet and Genevie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/815706734"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_815706734l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..with lola ( when she was still here.. :(((....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. A picture that makes your heart smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/2/181285898"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/2_181285898l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while singing for Miss Calderon. Sir Julius can't help laughing.. XD. Soooo cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/415028783"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_415028783l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishing for some lucky clover leaves.. :).. hihihi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-2157148134123652958?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2157148134123652958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=2157148134123652958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2157148134123652958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2157148134123652958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-memorabillia-d.html' title='My Memorabillia. :D'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-8483934587511242608</id><published>2009-09-05T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:06:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS.</title><content type='html'>I guess facing the computer screen should be the last thing I'd do this Saturday evening. I should be preparing for tomorrow is Sunday. I just can't say NO to temptation. I know this is cricketly wicked but I'm still typing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just done watching this night's Maalaala Mo Kaya Episode. The story was about a girl who witnessed her parents' break-up and silently suffered throughout her teenage years. Not so pretty in the outside, the girl didn't only feel insecure but as well as desperately wanting to catch one guy's heart and affection as well. This (obviously) was not very nice for her and for the guy's part. The guy sees her only as a friend but she keeps on tattering herself to him. This signaled changes in their once healthy and beautiful friendship. This also broke the heart of the poor girl. Nonetheless, she had to accept the fact that she is not for him and vice versa. There she realized that unconsciously, she'd been begging for a love that has been missing since her parents' separation. For a love that would never be hers. She also told herself in the end that it may not work well in the present but surely, there is someone out there who's willing to love you the way you wanted to be adored. But I guess, the best part in the episode was the scene where the girl's mother told her "You should not depend your happiness on others. Find happiness withing yourself. You should always remember that you should be "the one" before finding "the one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting pretty in front of our tube's screen, I thought I was the only one crying my eyes out and helping myself with tissues. Haha. Little did I know that my mom was also teary-eyed and she had to wipe them immediately because Papa and Chini kept on teasing her. That was a certified tear-jerker. I think I can say that somehow, I can relate to her story. I once depended my happiness to someone who can't even give me a glimpse of it. XD. LOL. But now, well, I'm strong, I'm tough and I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I found happiness within my own perplexities, abnormalities and insanities. :). Furthermore, my happiness doubled when I found someone who loves me despite of all negative attitudes. Thank you. (You know who you are. :)). I may not assure you to five you total happiness, but hey! I can be a piece of your longed-for happiness. :))....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-8483934587511242608?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8483934587511242608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=8483934587511242608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8483934587511242608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8483934587511242608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness.html' title='HAPPINESS.'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-8798705826506451098</id><published>2009-09-03T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:16:24.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY. :)</title><content type='html'>Thank God it's Friday. Despite the fact that we were bombarded with quizzes after the Intramural Week, I can still let out a breath of relief because tonight is FREE NIGHT! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad tomorrow I have to visit the dentist again for another brace adjustment. I can say braces are cool but they can be a real pain in the teeth. LOL. I still can't eat my all-time favorite Lechon Skin. Screw you brackets! Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I owe somebody a KISS. Haha. And I'mma give it to him this afternoon. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, they won. :). I should have kept the kiss for myself. Haha. (I know he'll be reading this. So Mister Smart-slash-Mysterious, you got your fair share of JUSTICE. I hope I'll be serving it on the right platter. :)). ). Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I'm in love with my highschool bestfriend. :).&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-8798705826506451098?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8798705826506451098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=8798705826506451098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8798705826506451098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/8798705826506451098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='THANK GOD IT&apos;S FRIDAY. :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-9161017969773750612</id><published>2009-09-03T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:12:59.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANNA KNOW YOU</title><content type='html'>A SONG CAN CAPTURE A HEART AND CAN DRAG IT TOWARDS FALLING IN LOVE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye aye! I could not agree more. :). I'm currently listening to Hannah Montana songs and a certain melody caught my attention and immediately tugged my into my heartstrings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a time to listen to this song and listen to it carefully. It's very sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eCnt6rO023A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eCnt6rO023A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-9161017969773750612?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9161017969773750612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=9161017969773750612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9161017969773750612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9161017969773750612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanna-know-you.html' title='I WANNA KNOW YOU'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-6341747311772426732</id><published>2009-08-19T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:17:38.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain. Just for YOU. :)</title><content type='html'>HYPOCRITE&lt;br /&gt;-that's what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this will sink in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-6341747311772426732?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6341747311772426732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=6341747311772426732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6341747311772426732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6341747311772426732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/08/plain-just-for-you.html' title='Plain. Just for YOU. :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-6460853095964200470</id><published>2009-08-04T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:18:13.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Game.</title><content type='html'>Life is like a box of chocolate. You really don't know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooo agree with that statement. Only, let me have my own revision:&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS FILLED WITH FREE TIME. YOU JUST CAN'T BLAME YOURSELF IF YOU SPEND TOO MUCH OF IT. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. I'm now using our school's computer internet services. I got no choice. This is one of the important requirements in our Computer 101. I really need to consume my time or else IM SO DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday went well for me. Except for one teeny weeny thing. The "Ji Hoo", apparently, is gravely avoiding me. I already said my "Sorry's" to him. He told me beforehand that he most probably would avoid me since seeing me often would cause more heartache. I cant blame him, can't I? I wish everything would surely go well for him. He's one fine gentleman. Intelligent and good-looking. I just cant really commit to him right now since it's really complicated. Let alone challenging. I always find myself stucked on crossroads. I hope I had chosen the wiser way. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my Jun Pyo (note: MGA MALISYOSA, HINDI KO PO BF) tends to be sweeter by the moment. :). My inbox is always filled with sweet-nothings from him. I'm afraid I'll get toothaches. XD. I'll try not to blabber everything about him here. :). Basta, to sum it all up, my life's in total harmony with the rules of Love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha. No classes tomorrow. Now, isn't that good news? :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, for us BCCNIANS, the day would only be spent infront of nour BIBLIOS. Goodluck to us. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-6460853095964200470?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6460853095964200470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=6460853095964200470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6460853095964200470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6460853095964200470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-game.html' title='Tuesday Game.'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-6110256711955836426</id><published>2009-07-31T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:19:56.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hala.. XD</title><content type='html'>I literally gaped when I read this short yet stingy blog post. :). It's an apparent truth and obviously, a REAL fact. :). Read on to know what I mean. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Through my research and personal experience, I’ve found that these 3 mistakes are responsible for more failed dates and relationships with men than any other factors. Here they are: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;» Mistake #1: Leading A Man To Think You Are “Needy” And “Insecure”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did you know that there are 6 ways you can set off a man’s “Insecurity Alert” and make him think twice about pursuing a relationship with you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Sadly, even confident women often “accidentally” give off one of these signs… and just one can kill the chance of a man asking you on a second date.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; As you read through these signals men pick up on as “needy” and unattractive, ask yourself if YOU have ever been guilty of committing one of these deadly mistakes:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; * Talking or saying nasty things about your past boyfriends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Saying bad things about men you have been involved with actually reflects the negatively back on YOU. It makes a man worry you are carrying around “baggage” that HE will have to deal with should he become involved with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; * Speaking negatively about other women. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When women call other women names like “slut”, “bitch”, and “crazy”, it is anything but impressive to a man you are attracted you. Women will often do this when they see a good looking, desirable woman, especially if they feel their man might be attracted to her. This just makes a man think you are trying to cover up your own insecurities, and looking for validation and attention. Not good. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; * Too much physical contact, especially in public.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are constantly hanging on a man or touching him too much he’ll start to see it as clingy behavior… but you’ll never hear about this from him. It’s far better to save your touches for short and infrequent moments that will surprise and enchant him.&lt;br /&gt;The next 3 are far deadlier, but less obvious… and it’s important that you learn what they are and how to avoid giving them off. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    But before I show you how to do that, let’s talk about mistake #2: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;» Mistake #2: Appealing To His “Sexual” Side Instead Of His Emotional Side &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many women make the mistake of thinking that men are primarily driven by sex alone… and think if they can attract a man SEXUALLY they will be able to attract him EMOTIONALLY as well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Women too often give up sex to a man in the hopes that it will translate into a relationship and get them what they want. In reality, a man has the capacity to view a sexual connection and an emotional connection as two entirely different things, and it requires a special set of skills to mold these two things together in a man’s mind… and keep them connected. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Men are out for far more than just sex… and a woman who knows how to fulfill a man EMOTIONALLY and SEXUALLY will be the woman who captures a man’s heart… and gets that same fulfillment for HERSELF. In a moment, I’ll show you how you can learn to do just that… &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;» Mistake #3: Not Knowing How To Size Up A Man’s “Relationship Potential”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; A lot of women will decide whether or not they should put energy into building a relationship with a man based on ATTRACTION. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Yes, attraction is important. But it can also be DANGEROUS. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; When we feel a strong sense of attraction for someone, it can cause us to override our logic and ignore our instincts… leading us to overlook potential partner’s deadly faults that could spell trouble down the road. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    If you’ve ever found yourself stuck in a relationship that is dragging you down, this is probably why. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; It’s important to be able to size a guy up and spot any “warning signs” of a future bad relationship FAST… so you don’t waste any of your time or emotional energy on someone who isn’t right for you… or who will leave you heartbroken. Fortunately this is a fairly easy thing to do, and I’d like to show you how…"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;True, isn't it? I just hope women who would be able to read this would realize this stabbing frankness. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-6110256711955836426?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6110256711955836426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=6110256711955836426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6110256711955836426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6110256711955836426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/07/hala-xd.html' title='hala.. XD'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1358890986801452678</id><published>2009-07-31T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:54:48.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who to Choose? :(</title><content type='html'>If only I know the answer to that simple yet mind-boggling question, I would most probably have a good night sleep this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm dumb. I don't even know how to juggle up the answers. I leave a trail where everything seems pointless from the start. I'm starting to think if I'm the victim or I'm the initiator of this problem. Seriously, I don't know what to do. :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO ARE YOU GOING TO CHOOSE? A MAN WHO DESPERATELY LOVES YOU OR A MAN YOU DESPERATELY LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it all. Just learned that it's not easy as ABC or 123. Overrated, yes, but never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any opinions? Help me guys, please. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-1358890986801452678?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1358890986801452678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1358890986801452678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1358890986801452678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1358890986801452678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-to-choose.html' title='Who to Choose? :('/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-9188269183323205010</id><published>2009-07-30T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:55:24.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLight Touch. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certain events have occurred in my somewhat boring life and here I am trying to construct  it in my mind so that I'll be of good worth. Sometimes I think I'm such a weird person. I know I've got all the time in the world. I just can't have the adequate vigor to scribble down some notes in my blog (hey bloggie, didn't mean it).  I'm just too lazy. Shame the devil, yes, I am. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, college life, so far, is fun. :).  I got to meet new friends, allies, comrades, acquaintances. I also had the chance to see my long lost HS crush who happens to be our ACCOUNTING LAB TEACHER. :). Oh, don't bug me about him. You wont get any "bits of cheese". I opt to remain as private as I can be. Or as private as Giulia can get. XD. The other accountancy students that belong higher years are definitely "animated". I love them. They're not airheads like those other guys who feel like they're very smart because they're accountancy students. They give us pieces of wise advices and we take them all by heart. :). Holly jamma lamma, we should learn from them for we are just "green-horned" babies. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      Accounting has also given me the reason to use my brain neurons again. Hahaha. It challenges me every now and then and I find it really cool. :). It's only "uncool" when it starts to make my eyebrows meet. XD. WE're now in the 7th part of our accounting cycle. Post closing trial balance, baby. :). Miss Calderon (AKA Miss Sexy) is a terrific teacher. Too bad I can't paste a picture of her here. I just can't find one. I guess all I can say about her is that she's the greatest! She rolled laughter and concentration in one and she makes us use that "learning sandwich" in class. Oh Gawsh, I love her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       Oh, I forgot to say, my Lola passed away two weeks ago. I still miss her very very much. I'll just tell her story in my next blog entry. It's been a lil quiet since she'd been gone. And going to church now feels a lil bit different. I will forever love Lola. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       Examination week is coming and I won't deny the fact that I'm indeed having examination jitters. I'm most apprehensive with our Accounting Exam. I know it would be difficult. But I didn't know it would only be for one hour. Help me Batman! XDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      I guess I've already given my bloggie a slight touch of my up-to-date life infos. :). Better stay tuned sweethearts. There would be more to tell. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-9188269183323205010?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9188269183323205010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=9188269183323205010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9188269183323205010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9188269183323205010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/07/slight-touch.html' title='SLight Touch. :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-9035593928976152128</id><published>2009-07-09T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:25:03.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Record This. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I will try to quote my classmate's, Jason Tupas, line every time he reminds us of the time. "Time check guys, its blah blah blah..." So, time check now, it's 26 minutes after the hour of 11. :). *Yawn*. I should be off to bed now trying to decide who to vote tomorrow, lol. But suddenly, I realized that I missed my bloggie too much. I'll type  few words here and I'll be off. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, I have noticed, I haven't posted any blog entry about my studies, yet. :). I'll better take it first. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For those folks out there who haven't "heard" yet, I'm taking up Bachelor of Science in Accountancy (COME AGAIN!!????). Yeah, at first I thought it was very very difficult that it could make one cry out of dumbness. But no, absolutely not. I fell in love with the famous 'Accounting' already and I've even made some "literary creation" out of my "accounting inspiration". Here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i704.photobucket.com/albums/ww48/holisterlover223/love/love.jpg" alt="Love Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/accounting" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh310/TWA1129/accounting.jpg" alt="Accounting Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; is like  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ACCOUNTING&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;INVEST&lt;/span&gt; yourself to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you have to utilize your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ASSETS&lt;/span&gt; of talents and strengths to make the relationship work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;must cope with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIABILITIE&lt;/span&gt;S called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHORTCOMINGS&lt;/span&gt; you owe to the other partner involved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you gain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;INCOMES&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt; by strengthening the love and fulfilling goals to make it bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;INCUR&lt;/span&gt; expenses called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEARTBREAKS&lt;/span&gt; when you allow yourself to hurt one another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LASTLY, like in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ACCOUNTING&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there is only one important rule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no matter how the events twisted and turned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you SHOULD always learn how to make the results..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"BALANCED" ♥♥♥. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;See how much I fell? :). I fell deeply inlove with it. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;More news about my course in the coming days to come. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Accounting is my art. ^__________^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7840215727725643142-9035593928976152128?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9035593928976152128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=9035593928976152128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9035593928976152128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9035593928976152128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/07/record-this.html' title='Record This. :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i704.photobucket.com/albums/ww48/holisterlover223/love/th_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-6602849455685548675</id><published>2009-06-26T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:40:33.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUSHING AND LOVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Just this week, I posted a comment in my own profile. I was trying to define the word "CRUSH". Hahaha. I felt it before. Too bad I can't really give the perfect distinction between crushing and loving. :((. Well, anyway, I still found some "reliable" source that helped me distinguish the two. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I found these cute vids in youtube. :). The first one is talking about the 20 Signs that you are crushing on someone. I smiled and literally blushed while watching the video because it seems that every detail and SIGN points out and is applicable to ME... XD. Am I crushing? No way, John Taylor! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Here's the first VID:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MhKIOj6Pz04&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MhKIOj6Pz04&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Haha. Watdya think? :). Is it relateable? :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;The next one is a video that holds the clues and indications that you are falling for a certain someone. :). The authors of this babes are definitely heart-wise. :). Who would have ever thought that love can be predicted? :). Haha. I sooo love this second video. Although I am not yet in LOVE, I'm sure I'm heading towards it. XD. I hope I can fight this feeling. XD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VrZhOgwlJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VrZhOgwlJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Again, were you guilty? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The answer is yours. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-6602849455685548675?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6602849455685548675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=6602849455685548675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6602849455685548675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6602849455685548675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/06/crushing-and-loving.html' title='CRUSHING AND LOVING'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-699524350876268922</id><published>2009-06-14T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T05:07:44.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Me?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know you'd probably say that I'm really bored.  A fact that I wont really deny. It's Sunday evening, everything's gloomy and I'm fighting my laziness attack. I just finished reading Sherlock Holmes' Book Series. :). Wow. Terrific book. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to kill time, I browsed for online quizzes. They don't really give me that "im-bored" feeling. In fact, I enjoy them. Love them. :). They "somehow" tell me things I don't always see. :). Perhaps, I should take stuffs like these more often. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next quiz I took was "What Kind Of Writer Should You Be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANSWER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;You Should Be A Poet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/poet.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presto. The quiz captured me. :). Sure enough, I love poems. :). As in. ^______________^&lt;br /&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/7840215727725643142-699524350876268922?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/699524350876268922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=699524350876268922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/699524350876268922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/699524350876268922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-me.html' title='Like Me?'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-2568102022590794848</id><published>2009-06-14T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T05:08:33.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AM I? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;You Are a Brainy Girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/brainy-girl.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I took the test and these are my results. :). Why, I should take this as a compliment. But I think it's safer to say that it's a mirror of my unseen personality. :). Char. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-2568102022590794848?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2568102022590794848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=2568102022590794848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2568102022590794848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2568102022590794848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i.html' title='AM I? :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7946828036080927301</id><published>2009-06-10T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:13:59.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Who Knows No Bounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY SHERLOCK HOLMES BOOK. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/931265960"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_931265960l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know deep down in my heart that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was a superb genius. I salute that great master of detective literature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Who would not admire such a man who created a fictional character that I grew to love and I am bound to follow: SHERLOCK HOLMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know if you (the reader) have already read even just one of his detective stories. If you had, I sure bet you would agree with me that it's a classic. Nothing can beat Sherlock Holmes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I just finished reading the 2nd Volume of Bantam Classics' SHERLOCK HOLMES. It has 737 pages all in all but I never got tired reading it. :). T'was so exciting, so puzzlking and full of twists and turns that would boost up readers' interests. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Since his first appearance in "Beeton's Christmas Annual" in 1887, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes has been one of the most beloved fictional characters ever created. The book presents all fifty-six short stories and four novels featuring the classic hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Volume II begins with The Hound of the Baskervilles", a haunting novel of murder in eerie Grimpen Moor, which has rightly earned it's reputation as the finest murder mystery ever written. The second story, The Valley of Fear matches Holmes against his archenemy, the master of imaginative crime, Professor Moriarty. In addition, the loyal Doctor Watson has faithfully recorded Holmes' feats of extraordinary detection in such famous cases as the thrilling "The Adventure of The Red Circle". Conan Doyle's incomparable tales bring back to life a Victorian Endland of horse drawn cabs, fogs, and famous lodgings at 221B Baker Street, where for more than 40 years Sherlock Holmes earned his reputation as the undisputed, greatest fictional detective of all time. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Imagine my happiness when I have learned that there would be a Sherlock Holmes movie! That is really something. I looked for it in YouTube and found it. Presto. Eureka. Hurrah. I watched it and.................... and..................... and.................... I was disappointed. :(((((. The trailer portrays him in a much different way. He is not Holmes. Like, that's not Conan Doyle's creation. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But I guess it would be a good movie. You can't judge it easily basing on the trailer. Good thing in the movie is that they picked out a perfect actor for Dr. Watson. :). He's really handsome. :)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;So, if you would like to want a movie, dont get your hopes high. :). For those who havent read the book yet, you would meet Holmes' in a broader view. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I'll just relaz and satisfy myself with this movie on Decmber 25. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;SHERLOCK HOLMES MOVIE TRAILER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiBzbNk0lZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiBzbNk0lZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-7946828036080927301?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7946828036080927301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7946828036080927301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7946828036080927301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7946828036080927301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-who-knows-no-bounds.html' title='He Who Knows No Bounds'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5387503004136025460</id><published>2009-06-03T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:17:09.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELER. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING: BATO BATO SA LANGIT, ANG TAMAAN, AY TUNAY NGANG PANGIT. OH NO! ERASE THAT! ANG TAMAAN WAG MAGALIT. PEACE TAYO!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;So.............. I was browsing through YouTube for Parokya ni Edgar songs when I accidnetaly clicked this. :). To my surprised, it AMUSED me a lot. XD. It reminds me of those "FEELERS" who always call themselves "beautiful" or "handsome" even though they dont have any piece of right to say that. :)). Hahaha. There are so many people like this today. :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Wondering what I'm talking about? Well.................... Here's the vid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2D4zth4UnGg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2D4zth4UnGg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Listen to the LYRICS CAREFULLY. :). Appreciate. Don't discriminate. (a quote from my dear friend, Geezee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If you're struck by the words, VERY GOOD. Honest kayo. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5387503004136025460?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5387503004136025460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5387503004136025460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5387503004136025460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5387503004136025460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/06/hihi.html' title='FEELER. :))'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-3373876536455451849</id><published>2009-05-31T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:20:42.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ji hoo, Where are you my Ji Hoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Since I was young, or shall I say since I developed some feelings towards the opposite sex, I have this common taste of getting attracted to guys who are quiet, mysterious, intelligent, not loud and boastful and guys wearing EYEGLASSES. If one wears those, man, my heart could skip a beat. It's like a major turn on. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I was watching the romantic ending of Boys Over Flowers (the most taked about show now...) when my love, my darling, my eternal sweet heart Ji Hoo came in to the Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;AS we all know, Ji Hoo was Jan Di's first love. A good violin player, a caring person and has a deep sense. He also fell for Jan Di in the later episodes but he has to sacrifice his love for the sake of his bestfriend Goo Jun Pyo. It was hard to see him loving Jan Di but doing everything for the couple's sake so they won't break up. Till the end, it's obvious that he has strong feelings for her. But well, he cant pursue those. It'll make the story messy. But still,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JAN DI IS SOOOOO MANHID??!!! HOW CAN'T SHE LOVE SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN THERE FOR HER FROM THE BEGINNING, THE ONE THAT MAKES HER LAUGH, THE ONE THAT PROTECTS HER SO THAT SHE WONT GET HURT. ARRRGGGHHHHH! PLUS THE FACT THAT HE'S ALSO ATTRACTIVE AND MORE INTELLIGENT THAT JUN PYO (no offense Jun Pyo fans!)... HUHUHU... I HATE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh yes, I'm Kim Bum's fan but there is something in Ji Hoo that attracts me a lot. I guess it's his quiet and mysterious character. No wonder, coz like what I said, I always like boys like that. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;And well, in that particular scene, he's already a senior student in a medical school. I wont spoil you the details. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Here are his pictures I took from our tube's screen. :). Isn't he amazing? I mean, he looks so smart, so dignified, so special. I guess if there would be a doctor who'd look as gorgeous as him, I wont mind having a weekly check-up. :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Feast upon his beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/230527665"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_230527665l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh my heart! My heart! It's jumping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If only I could meet a guy like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*drools over Ji Hoo's ethereal beauty*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I stopped at the ending though. I still wish he would end up with Jan Di. Too bad he is not really for her. T_____________________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-3373876536455451849?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3373876536455451849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=3373876536455451849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3373876536455451849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3373876536455451849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/ji-hoo-where-are-you-my-ji-hoo.html' title='Ji hoo, Where are you my Ji Hoo...'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-6779715693579693977</id><published>2009-05-25T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:29:49.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you THAT kind of girl? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/business%20women" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/ItsN0t0ver/womeninbusinesscircle.jpg" alt="women in business Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GREAT GIRLS TALK ABOUT &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IDEAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/best%20friends" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg145/RACHiskinky01/15.jpg" alt="best friends Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;TYPICAL GIRLS TALK ABOUT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RANDOM THINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/gossiping" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s240/gaby71/stickers/Shana--Missi.gif" alt="gossiping Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;INSECURE GIRLS TALK ABOUT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OTHER GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;They take pleasure in it... LOL...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/gossip%20girl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg67/GitiGal/gossipgirl.jpg" alt="gossip girl crazy photoshoot Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;JEALOUS GIRLS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TRY HARD TO BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;OMG! Blair and Serena. I love them. ^^..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT US &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PRETTY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GIRLS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/43142261/1/231281689"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/16/22/43142261/1_231281689l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WE JUST SMILE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/369568161"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/40/74/37324704/1_369568161l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;FLIP OUR HAIR... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/ShrGVFE5kpI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vQQsLBd6pUs/s1600-h/1_949380170l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/ShrGVFE5kpI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vQQsLBd6pUs/s400/1_949380170l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339798373643424402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND EVERYBODY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTICES US. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-from a famous text message forwarded to me by a friend. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-now, what kind of girl are you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-serve your conscience right. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-6779715693579693977?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6779715693579693977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=6779715693579693977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6779715693579693977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6779715693579693977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-that-kind-of-girl.html' title='Are you THAT kind of girl? :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s240/gaby71/stickers/th_Shana--Missi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-3337944927205497535</id><published>2009-05-23T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:07:32.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I or H? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Flip-flop craze is undeniably HERE. You can see them everywhere. And everyone is wearing them. Forget about good old Sketcher shoes; you need comfort rather than style. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;In the midst of all those "aye-here" "aye there" in terms of flip flop merchandise and innumerable flip flop brands spurting out of the blue, two known and -uuuhh- expensive slippers stand out. IPANEMA AND HAVAIANAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I, myself, am a stylist. Even though I go for simpler looks, I also want to know how it feels to wear slippers that cost more than a thousand pesos. Let me quote the famous line for modern-day fashionistas. "The real fashionista is a recessionista". Let's face it people. Economic crisis is felt all over the world and yet we Filipinos would give everything just to own a pair of these infamous slippers. Sounds impractical? Indeed it is. But a person who would really love to flaunt his/her feet cause she wears an Ipanema or Havainas flop would take all the risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SO, like what I stated above, I would also love to know the FEELING of being able to wear these talked about babies. I first bought a Havaianas pair. Havs Slims is the "most sought after" design in the Havs Collection so I decided to go for it. I loved it but it must have cost my mom a lot. XD. The slippers feel like as if they're weightless and I feel like Im stepping on foam. Indeed, it's very comfortable and very classy. The designs dont wear out easily and the heels are well made. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;After some months, I saw Ipanema. I asked my mom if she could buy me a pair for my debut. Luckily, she said yes. Well, after a moment of serious talk. :). I bought a very cute purple flip flop. It looks good in my feet and also, I'm comfortable. BUT --- it is very expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/34109286/1/486030540"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/68/29/34109286/1_486030540l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/34109286/1/213859123"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/68/29/34109286/1_213859123l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Then, I realized that I'm starting to compare Havs and Ips. I noticed that Ipanemas don't have the same material that Havs have. Instead of a soft rubber, it's plastic or synthetic plastic is harder and durable. It's feet supporters are thicker. And, it does not look like one of those imitation slippers sold in the market stalls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Oh yes. I sooo hate those imitations. They all look exactly the same with Havaianas. The texture, the shape, the color, the design.. PERFECTO. Copied to perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I could choose to buy those cheap flops if I would just tell myself to do it. But owning an original is different. Yes, it may be expensive but it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But I guess my mom's right. No matter how high-cost they may be, they're still slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Still, I LOVE THEM. XD. And I hope those imitations would vanish-out forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-3337944927205497535?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3337944927205497535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=3337944927205497535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3337944927205497535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3337944927205497535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-or-h.html' title='I or H? :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7873378695166256358</id><published>2009-05-22T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:29:49.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haikus. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Trying some haiku. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really good at it. :)&lt;br /&gt;But at least, I'm trying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HEARTBREAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;The sun is hidden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;The clouds are turning gray now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;And the creek runs cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DESPERATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Leaves wither in dry soil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Flying birds searching for food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Fall from nothingness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Water starts flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Rocks turn cold; The sun is gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;And the first bud sprouts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Originally made by ME. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Hope you like it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-7873378695166256358?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7873378695166256358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7873378695166256358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7873378695166256358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7873378695166256358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/haikus.html' title='haikus. :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-3330796366878093840</id><published>2009-05-22T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:56:25.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, My spotlight. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/circus%20britney%20spears" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg85/lilcalistud951/britney-circus.jpg" alt="britney spears Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took one of Facebook Quizzes to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;That quiz is called "What is the theme song of Your Life?".&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting some mellow songs like "Never too Far Away" and "Power of Love"&lt;br /&gt;or something teen-ish like "7 things" or "Love Story". :)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never guess...&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;   "Circus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;by Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;All-Eyes-On-Me-In-The-Centre-Of-The-Ring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;type. You love, you have to be; the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;centre of attention&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Your life is full of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;drama&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;in fact, they may be basing a soap opera on it, so your just loving the attention. At times, people believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;your life is actually a fiction book&lt;/span&gt; playing out before their eyes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;In the words of Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"All Eyes On Me In The Centre of The Ring, Just Like A Circus!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Live your life up, but don't over work it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;........................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Britney song!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I never expected -nor hoped- to get one from her. :)&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mean I don't like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;The results are - well - soooooooo ME. :)&lt;br /&gt;Love Britney's outfit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-3330796366878093840?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3330796366878093840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=3330796366878093840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3330796366878093840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3330796366878093840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-my-spotlight-d.html' title='My life, My spotlight. :D'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-9063892492844344808</id><published>2009-05-22T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:32:35.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Magnet. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kim%20bum" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i595.photobucket.com/albums/tt40/dethers03/kim-bum-haptic-popb-1.jpg" alt="kim bum2 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SPELL HOT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;K-I-M     B-U-M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;The heat-melting, knee-buckling, eye-rolling beauty of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;He just catches my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;He's not the leading man of the hit series Boys Over Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;but heck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;he is the MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;After missing a few shows, I was drawn to the tube when I saw this angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;He was flanked by girls in that episode (no wonder!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And how I wish I was one of them. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;His eyes, his hair, his face, his lips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Are they not perfect? ^___________________^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm dreaming of this boy-next-door tonight. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;And anyway, he's got this pretty partner in the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I just forgot her name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;BASTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;BAGAY SILA. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim Bum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marry me, NOW!!! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-9063892492844344808?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9063892492844344808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=9063892492844344808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9063892492844344808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/9063892492844344808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-you.html' title='Girl Magnet. :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1950444121045947001</id><published>2009-05-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:42:45.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue green babies. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tomorrow would be the last day of my dental rehab. :). I'm so excited. I just can't sleep anymore. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Next week, I'll be getting these already:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/ShVnhLcpdgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rnuMVqC1ltY/s1600-h/222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/ShVnhLcpdgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rnuMVqC1ltY/s400/222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338286753023882754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Woohihihi... I chose blue-green rubbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Having braces = having a new lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Good bye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bubblegum&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; softdrinks&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Good bye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;nail biting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;and...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;FARE THEE WELL PIZZA!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And for the meantime, goodbye blog. I should save energy for tomorrow. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Mwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I love love love you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kakashi. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-1950444121045947001?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1950444121045947001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1950444121045947001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1950444121045947001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1950444121045947001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/blue-green-babies-d.html' title='Blue green babies. :D'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/ShVnhLcpdgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rnuMVqC1ltY/s72-c/222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-2732748975327799161</id><published>2009-05-20T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:43:07.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Playing: What to Wear by Taylor Swift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm currently in love with this song!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It reminds me of myself probably 2 years ago. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I was 16 and I was head over heels infatuated with this guy that most of my journal entries CENTERS in him. :). It was a crazy feeling but it's so delicious. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;You know, when you're on that stage that his simple calling of your name makes your knees buckle, the slightest touch makes you tingle and his sweet smile makes you just float in cloud nine. In love that time? I don't really know and I can't really be sure. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;SO, I've been raving about Tay-lu-er since January and I've been listening to her songs religiously since then. And one song I can personally relate to is this: *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/phG8B1sfBhk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/phG8B1sfBhk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT TO WEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shes looking in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The moments getting nearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She thinks about it as she walks her walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Up and down the staircase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Makeup fresh on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She thinks about it as she talks her talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;School dance, first chance, always been a dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Theres one guy, shes shy, sees him through the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And everybody looks at her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She thinks about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Blue dress angel face, looking in the mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shoes,purse, hair tied back and you should see her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shes got her magic, floating through the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Peace,Love,One thing leads into another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dream big,Aim small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Man you gotta love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She's got her hopes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Got 'em up to there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wonderin' what to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She's standing in her bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;He'll be pullin' up soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She thinks about it as she sees headlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Looking out the window she's got her diary to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That she's been waiting for this all her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;First date,can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lookin' in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Heart all wrapped up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wait until he sees her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;He's lookin' right at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She thinks about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sixteen blue jeans Abercrombie t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shoes purse hair tied back and you should see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She's got her magic floating through the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Peace, Love,One thing leads into another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dream big, Aim small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Man you gotta love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She's got her hopes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Got 'em up to there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wonderin' what to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The years went by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The mirror saw her cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She got up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She got up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The wind blew by the small town lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She got up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Move out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Find out where the world can take her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bright lights late nights livin' for the greater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Move to Paris livin' on a prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Peace, Love,One thing leads into another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dream big, Aim small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Man you gotta love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She's got her hopes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Got 'em up to there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She's got her hopes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Got 'em up to there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wonderin' what to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ooo Ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wonderin' what to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Sweet and neat, isn't it? :). I think the only thing I can't relate to in this song is that the girl went into Paris. Unfortunately, I'm still planning that L'amour Escapade of mine. ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But I hope I won't forever cry because of that guy. :). He just went away for two years. :). We'll go to Paris together when he gets back. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-2732748975327799161?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2732748975327799161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=2732748975327799161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2732748975327799161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2732748975327799161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-playing-what-to-wear-by-taylor.html' title='Now Playing: What to Wear by Taylor Swift.'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-239244747272877565</id><published>2009-05-20T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:26:35.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to lose weight. But I know I'm good in cooking French Toasts. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My dad once said you can get inspiration from the 3 B's. Bed, bath, bus. I hope I'll get the inspiration I really need while I'm writing this in my bed. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I missed blogging. I really do. Because of my busy schedule, I totally neglected it. But I'm promising my blog that I'll make amends with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, nothing spectacular happened in my life lately. I broke my heart, fell in love with the same persona for the 3rd time and gained 15 lbs. Sounds so uncool. I think I should check out the weighing scale Amar is selling for 50% off. My weight keeps on yoyoeing and I guess I should be ready to take preliminary steps to get rid of my excessive baby fats. XD. I just hope I would never lose track on what I am planning to do. I'm the world's greatest procrastinator. XD. Oh, I'm going to a new school and it would e very awkward for me. I hope everything would just run on smoothly and I hope my weight would cooperate. XD. Besides, I need to somehow look presentable. I dont want to get that first impression that I'm a 'fatty'. Oh my, spare me the 'F' word. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, by the high way, I finally perfected my own original French Toast recipe. :) [Sounds like I speak non stop blah2x here...] Well, making those babies are easy-piecy. I'm talking about the toasts, dummy. Moving on, if you wanna try it yourself, I'm gonna share to you the ingredients and the procedures. :). Surprise your family with a hearty breakfast with this very delicious delicacy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIULIA'S UBER DELICIOUS FRENCH TOAST (with cheese!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, always remember that this is a breakfast treat so be ready with all your poultry goods. :). Prepare a very large bowl and a large pan. Make sure that your cooking area is clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1.) A pan of bread. Gardenia would be the most perfect candidate here. If you want, you can also go for affordable breads. Just choose those that dont have enormous large holes in them. The finer, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2.) You need 4 eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3.) 1 and a half cup of thick milk. No sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4.) Grated cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5.) Butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;6.) Maple Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* First, you put the bread in a large plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* Make milk solution. Make it thick. Dont add sugar because it could be burned during the cooking of the bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* Beat the eggs thoroughly until bubbles are visibly seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* Mix the milk solution and the eggs. Mix it until all the lumps disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* Set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* Slightly heat the butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* Spread it evenly on both sides of the bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* Sprinkle it with the grated cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* Heat the pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*Dip the bread into the milk and egg solution until the liquid sips through the bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* Toast em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* When the cheese on the upper part of the bread starts to melt, that's the time for you to flip it to the other side. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* Serve hot with maple syrup. Goes terrific with iced choco or orange juice. :). Never let it go cold or moist coz it'll lose the "crispy on the outside, mealy on the inside" effect you've been dreaming of. Best eaten while reading a Sherlock Holmes book. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Yeah, that's it. :). An appetizing breakfast for the whole family. Believe me. After eating 3 breads, whoa, you'll be bulged up already. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Actually, I just ate half-a-pan 2 days ago. Hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hope I helped a bit. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Non-sensical blog. But I'm happy it has a yummy treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Take it from someone who desperately wants to tone down but finds it impossible a bit because of too much food addiction. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorry guys, just cant say no to foods. XD. Well, who can anyway? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/french%20toast" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo155/cjbetancourt1/french-toast.jpg" alt="French toast Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUNCH UP AND ENJOY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-239244747272877565?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/239244747272877565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=239244747272877565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/239244747272877565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/239244747272877565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-lose-weight-but-i-know-im.html' title='I want to lose weight. But I know I&apos;m good in cooking French Toasts. XD'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-948817939408535419</id><published>2009-04-13T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:40:42.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Blue Eyes. )</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/taylor%20swift" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="taylor swift Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Music/Adjusted%20Music/tayloreditedit.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/taylor%20swift" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="taylor swift Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm163/arinalan/Taylor-Swift-b38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Taylor Swift is the singer-slash-composer behind the insanely succesful album FEARLESS."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"She wrote her first song when she was 12years old and knew how to play 3 chords."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Her favorite artist is Country Singer "Tim McGraw"..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"When she was 10, her poem 'Monster in my Closet' won a national recognition."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Her bestfriend is a beautiful red-headed Abigail..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These are just a few samples of the millions of trivias about my beloved Taylor Swift. :). I was never a fan before. In fact, I dont have any spirit of fanaticism. Although I once adored the F4, they did not come deep in my heart like what Taylor did. :). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Taylor is just perfect. A smart, beautiful and a very intelligent girl who loves to play the guitar and sing her heart out. She's a jolly lassy who's passion is writing songs about boys, love and relationship. Sounds like another typical teenager, eh? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The best thing about her is that she is not like all the other Hollywood girls who, after being recognized and revered, turned out to be bad scandalous girls who always take advantage of their stardom to justify their rebellion and extreme habits. Taylor's not like that. She remains humble, very down-to-earth and very cool. Her sense of humor is contagious and her childish attitudes are sweet rather than irritating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One thing I love about her is that her songs are personal. If you listen to them, it's like the song is written about you and the boy you like and the story behind it is the same with the love triangle you have with another girl. Her songs are also about fighting and moving on. That the real losers in the relationship are those cheaters and good-for-nothing selfish partners. She wants to tell every girl that if a boy took her for granted, she shant be moping around and bowl for a month. A girl should be strong and know that her life does not revolve around a guy. She should know her real worth. She's beautfiul and screw those guys who made her cry. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, because of my love for Taylor, I decided to write a poem for her. I know it would be the most impossible of all that she'll ever read this. But I hope she does. I LOVE YOU TAYLOR SWIFT! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SHE GOT THOSE BEAUTIFUL BLUE EYES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I always wonder why Drew never noticed her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When she's got everything a guy could wish for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I often think why he ignored her cries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When she got those beautiful blue eyes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How could a guy say "Yes" to temptation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If losing her would be the result of his actions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How could he tell her he loves her and fool her with lies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everytime he's looking in her beautiful blue eyes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She loved that guy who made her cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But didn't he realized what he left when he said 'Goodbye'?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How could he promise "Forever and Always" to her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And leave pain in her beautiful blue eyes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She said "How could you break a perfectly good heart?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When it knew nothing save it to love you from the start?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He caused a tear not only on her guitar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But also in her beautiful blue eyes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, she's strong and brave and knew how to fight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stands for her worth and knows what is right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tonight you can see bravery that lies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In her beautiful blue eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She knew he's not sorry and she wont waste her time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's another picture to burn, and he doesn't rhyme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She did believe in his "Hopelessly devoted to you..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That brought the shine in her beautiful blue eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She now knows her Romeo would someday just arrive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who would help her breath and make her alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her love story would just one day take place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right in front of her beautiful blue eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For indeed, she's a princess in a fairy tale&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And she'll find someone someday who'll treat her well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who would do everything to pay the price&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of seeing happiness glistening in her beautiful blue eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She'll stay beautiful for she's fearless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Willing to live and laugh andl live again after the test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whose words of wisdom would always be "I Heart ?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She'll always have love in her beautiful blue eyes... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=End=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-948817939408535419?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/948817939408535419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=948817939408535419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/948817939408535419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/948817939408535419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-blue-eyes.html' title='Beautiful Blue Eyes. )'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1337407170382030675</id><published>2009-04-08T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:49:56.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOURTEEN. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/SdzGdEAhpaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lZPOLbCb0Ic/s1600-h/1_963812048l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347062239536546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/SdzGdEAhpaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lZPOLbCb0Ic/s400/1_963812048l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/SdzGdDX8kzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ae2QdmE9kOc/s1600-h/1_443505414l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347062069334834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/SdzGdDX8kzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ae2QdmE9kOc/s400/1_443505414l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/SdzGcqlpX_I/AAAAAAAAARs/FJi-sQ0TTL0/s1600-h/1_299645966l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347055415910386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/SdzGcqlpX_I/AAAAAAAAARs/FJi-sQ0TTL0/s400/1_299645966l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're young,you always find yourself placed in complicated predicaments. Sometimes, most of them are brought by your unwise choices and impulsive behaviours. Nonetheless,the lessons you have learned when you're in a young age could be of great help to you when you finally reach the level of maturity. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOURTEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I took a deep breath as I walked with my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the morning of my very first day in a new school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I only bowed down my head, did not dare look at anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I tried to stay out of everybody's way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's my Sophomore year and I'm new in that place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never knew anyone in my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoping one of those cute guys in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would come to me and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You know, I haven't seen you around before..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coz when you're fourteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You always believe them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when you're fourteen feeling like your one of the rising stars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I took it in, I gained friends and found love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I was awfully innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At fourteen. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sitting in class next to a curly hair named Jibsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And suddenly we're bestfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Laughing at our crazy friends and singing the same songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were totally inseparable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And then I saw my very first HS Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And oh boy he's smart and I'm feeling like flying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And he told me I'm the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That he's been waiting all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my heart's dancing in the moon as the night ends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coz when you're fourteen and somebody tells you they love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You gotta believe them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when you're fourteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And your first crush makes your head spin around....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I did things greater than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Being courted by the Corps Commander of the CAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I didn't know it at fourteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When all I wanted are wishes that are granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wish I could go back and tell myself what I know now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Back when I swore I was gonna make him mine someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I realized there are better guys than him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But Jibsy gave her unbroken heart to a boy who left her behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We both cried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coz when you're fourteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You think it's all for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when you're fourteen, don't forget to look before you fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I found out that the time can help us learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the things we never knew in the years before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't know love was a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at fourteen. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm on my very first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I took a deep breath then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I took a deep breath as I walked with my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is my poem which is inspired by Taylor Swift's insanely famous song "Fifteen". I made it "Fourteen" coz my sophie life is more interesting than my Junior year. :). I was a transferee back then. I came from a private school and decided to study in a nearby public institution. I never knew anybody. the teachers nor the students. I was anxious, afraid but at the same time excited. :). Life gave me beautiful memories of when I was still in my fourteenth year. :). There I made decisions that changed me as a person and I met friends who will forever be appreciated in the span of my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Credits for the inspiration goes to the number one greatest singer in the world. Taylor Swift. :)&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/7840215727725643142-1337407170382030675?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1337407170382030675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1337407170382030675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1337407170382030675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1337407170382030675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/04/fourteen.html' title='FOURTEEN. :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/SdzGdEAhpaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lZPOLbCb0Ic/s72-c/1_963812048l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5283963099613155513</id><published>2009-04-02T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:42:25.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF WISDOM. MY FREEDOM.</title><content type='html'>JUMPING EQUALS LIBERATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That surprised my fellow young men and young women when I taught them a new dance step which included a lot of jumping (they squirmed at the very idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why is that?' German asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When you are dancing in front of a crowd,jumping gives you the liberation from fear, liberation from exhaustion, and liberation from all your inhibitions...' I explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just stared at me blankly and said 'Okay'. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued our dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberation, it's beautiful in the ears. Freedom. The absence of a manipulative force. The secret ingredient to performing new things. Liberation. I have it and i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my freshmen year, my class had a special Christmas party celebration in the beach. They all knew that I am an LDS and I am a "tee-totaller". Meaning, one who avoids taking hot drinks, alcoholic beverages, avoids smoking and drugs. But for their amusement's sake, they offered me Cali. For a normal person, Cali seemed tp be the least dangerous drink among all those alcoholic liquids. But still, it contains ingredients that are harmful to the body. Addictive and health-degrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After offering that to me, I said NO. One of my friends said "See, I told you. She will never get a taste of it..."And then one of them asked me "Why is your religion so strict when it comes to these? You'remissing the good things in life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not the last encounter I had with people asking me about the laws of the Word of Wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, we were in our boarding house's canteen. Me, a fellow boardmate and a roommate sat together. My roommate made a coffee for herself and I wont dare say it's not tempting. The aroma was very sumptuous and all I did was to have a smell of it. My other boardmate said "TV commercials said that coffee brings good benefits to our health too. Why is it that your Church wont allow you to just take coffee occassionaly? Besides, there's no harm when you learn how to control..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me think deeply. But, I remembered the story about a woman who said that she's only taking "just one cup of coffee each week" and still is denied of the chance to enter into the temple. And it's not right to say that "the Church ordered it" since the commandment is given of God. And to analyze the human nature, when a person is given the permission to take something but he/she just to take it once, that person would surely take that order for granted. Coffee is addicting and I surely believe that once a person starts to take it, it's kinda impossible to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would always believe that the Lord won't give orders if He knows that it is the best fro His children. But if He forsees a paricular thing can bring his children in hazardous jeopardies, well, that's another story. In it's very title, "Word of Wisdom", we can see that that commandment is of a wise purpose and if we follow that we can be wiser too. By avoiding coffee, we can deny ourselves of caffeine that triggers agitation in the body. By avoding cigarettes, we can have white teeth and we perform better. By saying no to alcohol, we let ourselves live longer. See? Is it not a wise move? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just think about it, would TV commercials say something that could possibly ruin the image of the product they are selling? I dont think so. Clearly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, to those collegues of mine who's thinking that the WoW is a form of limitation and like an imprisonment, I respect your opinion. But for me who firmly believes that the WoW is for my good, I am in my golden liberation. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5283963099613155513?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5283963099613155513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5283963099613155513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5283963099613155513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5283963099613155513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/04/word-of-wisdom-my-freedom.html' title='WORD OF WISDOM. MY FREEDOM.'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-7136704307083148170</id><published>2009-04-02T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:04:51.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM THOUGHTS.. :)</title><content type='html'>I'm getting really pissed with Friendster's Comment Errors... Scott's been teasing me that it's apparent that friendster finds me "undelectable"... Shut the crap up Scottie!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting our dance practice now.. :).. We already had two sessions of trainings and we did okay.. Of course, we're just starting.. Carbbean Dances are fun yet exhausting too. Gaawwsssh, I think I might lose weight if I try hard enough... Being a couch potato is a horrid habit I should religiously avoid. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day, I saw an old highschool schoolmate. He's 2years younger than me. I should keep his name unknown since a lot of bloggers here probably know him.. XD... He's a sweet guy and a very cute one... He used to call me "Ate" before. Undeniably, I was inches higher than him during my HS years. But now, holy cricket, he had grown to be such a tall boy. And that smile that made all the sophies weak before was I think, doubled. He greeted me with the usual "How are you Miss Pres?". I was gald to see him again since I have ehard a lot about him from my sis.  presume my sis got a crush with him (ooh).. :)). So, I stood there flashing to him my "hellow-young-bro" smile and told him I was doing really good. :). The only difference now, he no longer calls me "Ate".. LOL. Maybe he sees me as one of his collegues now that we now see each other "eye to eye", literally.. XD. I sure hope this cute lad sees me as an older friend still. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Rochelle just got back from Manila... I was the first to be graced with an afternoon visit from her. Sure, she's really loud and cracky but I wont deny that I missed the girl hella much! Summer vacation has finally started... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to change the color palettes of my closet too. It's full of orange, neon green, sky blues and hot pink shirts and skirts. Summer fashion is the undisputed number one closet stealer. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to take my first Summer 09 spalsh..&lt;br /&gt;But, one thing I just wont do : TAN MY SKIN.. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-7136704307083148170?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7136704307083148170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=7136704307083148170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7136704307083148170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/7136704307083148170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts.html' title='RANDOM THOUGHTS.. :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-3505093376021063746</id><published>2009-03-30T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:23:44.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER PIECE OF MEMORY TURNING INTO ASHES ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed wmode="opaque" src="http://static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/video/flvplayer/flvplayer.swf?v=4.0.5%3A19289" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fldsunited.ning.com%2Fvideo%2Fvideo%2FshowPlayerConfig%3Fid%3D2689503%253AVideo%253A64475%26ck%3D918403203%26x%3Dd0d3VwgV0n6KwZTlbmaHF49in3IBwtvr&amp;amp;video_smoothing=on&amp;amp;autoplay=off" bgcolor="#E8EBED" scale="noscale" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="344" width="456"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://ldsunited.ning.com/video/video"&gt;Find more videos like this on &lt;em&gt;LDS UNITED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me belting out one of Taylor Swift's greatest songs. And one of my favorite too. :)&lt;br /&gt;Its title is "Picture to Burn". It talks about a girl who's been cheated and left by her boyfriend and instead of crying, moping around, and turning into an emo, she chose to get the heck out of the blue and opted to move on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the song since it shows utmost "girl power". It's like telling you "Hey girl. Stop being too stupid! Stop telling the world how he had hurt you and how you still hate yourself for loving him. Keep that upper lip high and move on! Life is not all about boys! You'd only look cheap!". And hey, that makes perfect sense and I hope all the girls will comprehend and ponder  it. I already did. And I'm happy. To all haters: GET LOST! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;State the obvious,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get my perfect fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I realized you love yourself&lt;br /&gt;More that you could ever love me&lt;br /&gt;So go and tell your friends&lt;br /&gt;That I’m obsessive and crazy,&lt;br /&gt;That’s fine&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell mine&lt;br /&gt;You’re gay,&lt;br /&gt;And by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that stupid old pickup truck,&lt;br /&gt;You never let me drive&lt;br /&gt;You’re a redneck, heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Who’s really bad at lying&lt;br /&gt;So watch me strike a match&lt;br /&gt;On all my wasted time&lt;br /&gt;As far as I’m concerned,&lt;br /&gt;You’re just another picture to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no time for tears&lt;br /&gt;I’m just sitting here planning my revenge&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing stopping me&lt;br /&gt;From going out with all of your best friends&lt;br /&gt;And if you come around saying’ sorry to me&lt;br /&gt;My daddy’s going to show you how sorry you’ll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck,&lt;br /&gt;You never let me drive&lt;br /&gt;You’re a redneck, heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Who’s really bad at lying, yeah&lt;br /&gt;So watch me strike a match&lt;br /&gt;On all my wasted time&lt;br /&gt;As far as I’m concerned,&lt;br /&gt;You’re just another picture to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you’re missing me&lt;br /&gt;You better keep it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause coming back around here&lt;br /&gt;Would be bad for your health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck,&lt;br /&gt;You never let me drive&lt;br /&gt;You’re a redneck, heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Who’s really bad at lying, yeah&lt;br /&gt;So watch me strike a match&lt;br /&gt;On all my wasted time&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven’t heard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really hate that stupid old pickup truck,&lt;br /&gt;You never let me drive&lt;br /&gt;You’re a redneck, heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Who’s really bad at lying, yeah&lt;br /&gt;So watch me strike a match&lt;br /&gt;On all my wasted time&lt;br /&gt;As far as I’m concerned,&lt;br /&gt;You’re just another picture to burn.&lt;br /&gt;Burn, burn, burn, baby burn.&lt;br /&gt;Just another picture to burn&lt;br /&gt;Baby burn&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing that song and you'll feel different. :)&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-3505093376021063746?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3505093376021063746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=3505093376021063746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3505093376021063746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3505093376021063746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-piece-of-memory-turning-into.html' title='ANOTHER PIECE OF MEMORY TURNING INTO ASHES ^^'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-1800452450978645683</id><published>2009-03-30T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:48:28.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGHING BECAUSE OF YOU! LOL</title><content type='html'>JEALOUSY COULD KILL --- THAT'S A FACT. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just finished reading one of Precious Hearts' Romances Top A Novel. I dont have no idea why but I'm really hooked with these Tagalog Novels. LOL. Even beautiful girls have haters! Oh my! Never wondered why I have some too! LOL. Thank you for the approval that I am really pretty. :). Don't deny honeys. I wont mind you're decantations.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, it's my sis' graduation party here in our home now. Oh my, I miss my highschool days. I just had a conversation with their Valedictorian and i miss the feling of having medals and ribbons.. :((. Highschool life nga naman. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And what I've heard made me laugh! The teacher whom I always have a debate with looked for me during Chini's graduation day. OH EM GEE! She?! That was the last thing I ever wished for.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've been trying new photograph edits now... I'm lurvin' the old Hollywood Glam touches. Man, it's difficult yet it's sophisticated. LOL. I hope I can make more in the future.. :).. Here's my favorite among all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/457512252"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_457512252l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said it's like the old Victorian Era. Thanks Gabby! I love yah! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to edit your pix too, PM me in my Friendster or facebook. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sis_giulzie@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;But don't expect much. I'm an amateur editor, yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sometimes, I'd just laugh at your sinister envy that makes you look like a pissed toad who does nothing bot croak. LOL...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-1800452450978645683?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1800452450978645683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=1800452450978645683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1800452450978645683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/1800452450978645683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/laughing-because-of-you-lol.html' title='LAUGHING BECAUSE OF YOU! LOL'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-6707299755610737934</id><published>2009-03-26T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:56:23.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady Monster.</title><content type='html'>Just this evening, I was welcomed by my sister with a pice of "creepy report". She tugged me towards our room and started to share the news. I did not wonder why she brought me there. The story is kinda funny it could make my parents laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, after a series of visits by mysterious and scary creatures here in our humble town, another "kampon ng kadiliman" was allegedly spotted roaming around the streets of good ol' Binalbagan. This time, it is a manananggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/7929/193870929471630983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. You got it right. A manananggal. I dont know what's the equivalent English Translation of it but one thing I'm sure is that manananggals have similar "hobbies" with the "aswangs". They like to fly in the midnight sky and feast on human flesh --- and their favorite menu is the bulging stomach of a preganant woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the "he-said-she-said" information, it was first spotted two weeks ago in Baranggay San Gregorio. It was concluded that the monster came from a family of "aswangs" living in a secluded baranggay here in our town who had been keeping their secrets for years. I remember the place since we lived near it years ago. :). I can recall the time when I entered the backyard of that family's home since it's the best place to hide from your playmates. I was about to get under the bushes when my friend told me "Hoy Giulia. Kung indi mo gusto kan-on sang aswang, indi da magkadto!" (Hey Giulia, if you dont want the witch to come and cook you, dont go in there.) I was scared to death that time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm all grown up and I thought that the Filipinos are modernized enough and would not ever think of having a manananggal here in my town. My sister is now hesitant to go and roam the streets at night. She could probably find herself facing an old lady one night with white hair and  long dropping tongue. Grrr. The scene gives me creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they could keep the issue down now. Oh-my-gawwsh. I can't stand the fact that it could be peeping in our window one night. And to make it worse, my friend recommended we all should have an onion deo. Yuck! Now, who would not be killed by that? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-6707299755610737934?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6707299755610737934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=6707299755610737934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6707299755610737934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/6707299755610737934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/lady-monster.html' title='The Lady Monster.'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-5160187020391004600</id><published>2009-03-23T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:44:06.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT MAKES MY LIFE 100% COMPLETE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I was browsing through my LDSUnited Profile when I saw a new discussion posted by Dan'Yuhl just this afternoon. The question caught my attention and made me ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOUR LIFE 100 PERCENT COMPLETE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Now, that's tricky. I thought about it for a while and here's my answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THE TOP TEN PLUS ONE THINGS THAT MAKE ME WHOLE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The things that made my life 100% complete in the past seventeen years were those things I sometimes forget yet I always am thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;1.) Having the knowledge that I am a daughter of God and i have these divine qualities in me makes me feel extra extra special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;2.) Knowing that Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ and The Holy Ghost would not leave me no matter what gave me the assurance of being safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;3.) Belonging to The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints helped me overcome my weaknesses thus enabling me to find happiness in everyhting I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;4.) Being born of goodly parents is one thing that made all the difference. My mother and father were the greatest blessings for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;5.) Endowed by some of the gifts like intelligence and happiness and talents make me see myself a lot better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;6.) My siblings who love me more than anyone else in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;7.) Friends who are always there for me. I really mean TRUE FRIENDS not the users nor the backbiters OR THE deceivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;8.) Achievements that boost up my morale and help me gain slef-esteem and self-confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;9.) The knowledge that families can be together forever despite the sorrows and afflictions in this world. And the assurance that I would someday find someone who loves me and is willing to be with me throughout the eternities and build our own heaven here on earth makes my life worth living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;10.) Having the chance to repent and prove myself again makes me feel joyous for I feel His infinite love for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;and, the last one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;11.) I'm happy to understand that I can go back to my Father in Heaven someday if i'll do good. Now, that makes me reconstruct my life in every failure and learn to build it 100 percent again. And that makes me WHOLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-5160187020391004600?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5160187020391004600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=5160187020391004600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5160187020391004600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/5160187020391004600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-makes-my-life-100-complete.html' title='WHAT MAKES MY LIFE 100% COMPLETE...'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-2647898893784478698</id><published>2009-03-23T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:07:06.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PILL THAT COULD MAKE ME SLEEP. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;    I wonder why Craig David's "Insomia" never fails to paint a smile in my lips and leaves a pink blush on my cheeks. :). I guess I was too struck with "Never thought that I'd fall in love, but it grew from a simple crush...". XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay. Now you'd say 'What? that fool is in love again???!!!'. Hey. Hold up! It's not wrong to be crsuhing right. Besides, I miss the feeling of being "secretly spying" someone. XD. Oh boy, this is really mad!!! I cross my fingers that I wont drop off some valuable clures here or else I'm doomed. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;That guy ought to be punished. For being too good to be true. If there was someone who would be the exact replica of my father in terms of "being proper", he would be the "IT"! One thing I truly admire from this guy is his silence. LOL. Yeah. I have the title of  "The girl who falls for silent' gayish guys..." So, yeah, I'm guilty. But the good guys are the "feminate" ones. Not as in "GAY". Just those refined guys who are very hard to find nowadays.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait! I dropped the first clue already. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Anyway, I met this guy in a friend's house. Because he's tooooo silent, we were hesitant to approach him. He's too "intimidating" and we just settled staring at him like schoolgirls gushing over their cute teacher. =))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And then we played a boardgame. Scrabble that is. :). And we were jeering like mad when he approached us. 'You know, I'm very good at long words. Lemme see if I can beat you...' were the first words that came out from his mouth. :)). Those were a bit airy, weren't they? But I bet he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;had all the rights to say that because boy-oh-boy was he soooo terrific. He beat us three. But it was okay with us since we were happy he spoke to us. :). My other friend whispered "He's cute, isn't he?" and all I could answer was an expressionless shrug that made my friend smirk. You see, that's my first approach at things. If I like someone, I would be the least bit to show that obviously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; So, at first, it was just a simple "admiration". He was cute, he was smart, he was a silent-type! But what made me like him was a very tricky and simple question that caught me offguard and ohhh, sent my heart wild. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;There are boys out there who would speak every positive word about love just to impress you and make them look good. He was not one of them. XD. We were having our sandwich when he approached me and said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Hi. You're Giulia, right?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I said yes and he sat down and began a conversation with me. He asked me if I ever dated. I said no. He was surprised&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh man, I thought I was alone in the world...'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;We both laughed at that. It was haaaayyyy. Then he asked me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Sometimes love could make me ask some questions. I can see you're an open mided person too. Tell me. What's the best thing in having a bf/gf? What's the best thing that it can give to you  rather than a short time of sweetness, then replaced by coldness, then tears, and just end up hurting yourselves? That's pathetic, isn't it?"&lt;/span&gt; I could have looked insane or funny because he gave me one of his "what's-the-matter" look. Inside, I was asking myself "Gee, am I talking to my father?!" He sounded reaaaalllllyyy like him. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;    And that was the beginning of a great friendship. We would see each other at different occasions and well, we still talk till one of us says 'I have to go'. but you know what's funny of all???!!! I DONT HAVE HIS CELLPHONE NUMBER NOR HIS FS ACCOUNT! And that's devastating. I guess we're too 'cautious' of being too attached that we could fall in love and well, break our "ideology"... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;But what's nice about it? Hayyy. Love retains its thrill when you both are completely blank about what you feel toward each other. It's more sustained. Hayyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; My friends keep asking me who's the new guy. I dont have any new guy. I just have a new inspiration. :). And well, call him "Uptown Boy". XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh, by the way, one last clue : when my mom tells me he likes one particular guy and she could see that he's good, my-oh-my, I dont know why, but I'll like him too. XD ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AND HE IS MY INSOMIA... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-2647898893784478698?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2647898893784478698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=2647898893784478698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2647898893784478698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/2647898893784478698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/pill-that-could-make-me-sleep.html' title='THE PILL THAT COULD MAKE ME SLEEP. :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-3839348230049421191</id><published>2009-03-17T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:53:25.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken by "TAKEN". :)</title><content type='html'>I often wonder why parents tend to be so "strict" when it comes to allowing ther children to go to other places. I can remember times when I would cry and throw tantrums because my parents won't allow me to stay for a sleepover in the house of a friend or go to other islands without them accompanying me. That's totally sick for me before. I'm seventeen and I want to have the same freedom like those other girls. I love my folks. I know that they are like protecting me from any danger I could encounter. But that just not click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We were talking about this topic when Tita Jane (my mom's close friend) told us to watch the new movie "Taken" starring Liam Neeson. She said that that is the perfect movie for "girls who wanna have fun..." We were excited about it so the nest day, Papa rented a DVD of Taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was just in December 2008 and the movie was not yet aired here in the Philippines but we're lucky enough to get a clear copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And man!!! I'm so obsessed with it! The story is superb and Liam Neeson is better (no, change that) WAAAYYY BETTTTTTTERRRRR than Jason Bourne. The movie lasts up to 1 hour and 45 minutes but its as if you sat there for only 10 minutes. The movie was so fast-paced that it could make you hold your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, actually, all of us held our breath and we were literally "taken" to the edge of our seats. It was the first movie to ever capture me like I'm also in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, for a spoiler (hehehe), here's the trailer of "America's most talked-about movie in 2008..." TAKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvUxdQ4q-Lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvUxdQ4q-Lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The story is all about an-ex Spy/ CIA [Liam Neeson] 's quest to save his daughter from the underground Prostitution in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It all began when Grace, (his daughter from his ex-wife) was invited by her friend Amanda in their house in Paris, France. At first, Liam Neeson would not like to permit her from going. That made Grace and her mother heartbroken and angry at him. Because of his wanting to be close to his estranged daughter, he decided to permit her with the safety conditions she has to observe. 'the world is dangerous out there' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When the girls arrived at Paris, they were befriended by a "cute guy" who introduced himself as "Pierre". Amanda (who was a flirt) babbled every information about them to the guy and told him that the owner of the house were on a vacation to Spain and the two girls would be alone for 2 weeks. Little did they know that the guy was a member of a notorious women-trafficking group that kidnappes girls and make them prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hours after that, Liam Neeson called her daughter to ask her how she's doing. While having their convo, his daughter started saying "Oh my God, someone's here. They've taken Amanda..." Liam was quick enough to know what to do. He instructed her to hide under a bed, observe the sounds and told her the most important thing she had to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The next step is very important. They are going to take you. You have ten seconds. Ten very important seconds. Shout out their hair color, eye color, height, everything you'll see in them. And don't worry. I'm gonna come for you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Grace did not escape the hands of the kidnappers. She was taken after that call. Before finally hanging up, Liam Neeson left the most touching yet brave and frightening line a father could ever utter to preserve and save his daughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I dont know who you are... I dont know what you want... If you want ransom, I could tell you I dont have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired from a very long career. Skills that could make me a nightmare for all of you... If you let my daughter go now, that would be the end of it... But if you dont, I WILL LOOK FOR YOU. I WILL FIND YOU. AND I WILL KILL YOU...    "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And so begun his chase for his daughter that was "TAKEN".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I tell you guys, this is the must-watch movie! If you were thrilled with Bourne's trilogy, then, I  swear this is better than it. It's so real and it's really happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And Liam Neeson got talent! He did the role best! This is the best movie I have watched for the last 8 years. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And I give a 20/10 rating for it. Two thumbs up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So if I were you, I would watch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Taken" is still showing in Cinemas Nationwide. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840215727725643142-3839348230049421191?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3839348230049421191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=3839348230049421191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3839348230049421191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/3839348230049421191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/taken-by-taken.html' title='Taken by &quot;TAKEN&quot;. :)'/><author><name>GiuLzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01529918516250821805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_f734dwc64/TLxWZ3DKWgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_WJbv13IX9Q/S220/travian.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7840215727725643142.post-4008515183079468586</id><published>2009-03-05T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:21:23.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen for a Day. XD</title><content type='html'>Wow! A new entry. Tsss. I would like to congratulate myself for overcoming my laziness and my procastinator's habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm still not in the mood to write all about this. During the past few days, I felt my head being stacked up with uncountable thoughts yet I'm not doing anything. I feel the "craving" for something intangible. I dunno what. But I feel like there really is something missing and I want that "something" to come to me and make me complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic. :). I wrote this blog entry of mine so that my dear friends Czharaine, Scott and Melvy could see the pictures. They are all MySpacers and they haven't seen my pictures since I uploaded them in Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all about our Post-Valentine Search held at the very last day of February. It was a Stake activity. Meaning, it's comprised of all the wards and branches in the whole Binalbagan Stake which is composed of Tapi Branch, Kabankalan Ward, Himamaylan Ward, Aguisan Ward, Binalbagan Ward, Hinigaran Ward 1, Hinigaran Ward 2, Isabela Ward and Pontevedra Branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest is a search for the LDS King and Queen of Hearts. It is required that there should be two (2) participants each ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/411412143"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_411412143l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His name is Rigel Pido. Well, I should say the most active young man in our ward. We were very thankful that we knew all about this contest a month before it and we were able to prepare ourselves for it. XD. Truly, "If you fail to prepare, prepare to fail..." We did plan, and luckily, we did not fail. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both nervous during the contest. The other wards were "fashioned-up" in the "SportsWear" category and we were justw wearing sharp shooters' uniforms. We were even called "Batang Police" since we hold guns. XD XD XD.. Others wore cowboy costumes, cheerleader get-ups, Badminton player's gear and volleyball player's uniform. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a taste of what we wore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/645475610"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_645475610l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The credits for the costume goes to Tita Liza. Our Young Women President. Since she loves "firing" as a hobby when she's on vacations, she had this complete said of shooting gears. Because of that we did not have a hard time gearing ourselves up. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the SportsWear competition, each participant (by pair) should ramp on the stage and in the lower floors. It is part of the judging criteria. We should strutt of our stuffs BIG TIME so that we'll be given a high score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day before the competition, I made a routine for Rigel and I's ramp. We practiced it and polished it. The funny thing is, the very next day, all of it was completely "banned" since there is a uniform routine. We were crestfallen at first and we're like "What!? We have to do another one all over again?!". But we got over it and we have made a new one in accordance to their designed routine. Luckily, we perfected it just before the contest starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rigel was telling me before we tale our turn in the ramp that most probably, Aguisan would win in the SportsWear category since both of them are good "walkers" and they look very confident. I just told him to get over that and just do his own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, it was our turn. We had special music just for us. It was the theme from the movie "Mission Impossible" because it really suits our costume. XD. I was really surprised that Rigel literally "swept the floor" with his "oh-so-gee-ay" moves. Hihihi.. Here's what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/750036611"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_750036611l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/147868560"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_147868560l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean it when I'll say that I felt the adrenaline rush. It was as if I'm about to fly and I feel my body so light that I can move and sway whatever I want. When we went back to the backstage, a new convert went to us and told us "You guys were the best..." We were thrilled. But of course, we don't wanna make our hopes high. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the "SportsWear" Category is the most awaited talent portion. As what is expected, all talents are kept "hidden" until the time of performance. One young woman leader thought all along that I was going to sing. But, I did not. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our talent was errrr a weird one. It's Yeng Constantino's "Time In". XD. We lyp-synched to it and acted as if I was Yeng singing "Ako ang bida ngayon" and Rigel was the guy singing "Masyado kang ambisyosa..." The song and the dance and the acting collaboration went well, the crowd jeered and I was happy to see that... :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our talent performance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/367501168"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_367501168l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/405876270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_405876270l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What really took the crowd here is my partner's surprising change. Rigel is known to be serious, hates ka-OA and he doesn't like to be funny. But hey, he did all of it! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop is the Formal Wear Category. It's a prelude to the Q and A. The participants bloomed beautifully in their simple "bestidas" and "polos". :). It's like a tension-releaser. For me, the Formal Wear category is like a breath of fresh air for this is the time where the participants could wear their "attitude". :). And of course, walking on the floor won't be slashed out in this category. We were also expected to ramp BUT in a "graceful way..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/503591503"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_503591503l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/770698185"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_770698185l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha. I loved Rigel here. He was so "go na go". When I acted like a princess, he bowed like a prince. Hahaha. See? We complemented (not complimented) each other. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the participants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/328698943"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_328698943l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it finally came. The Question and Answer portion. For me, this is like the "Final Judge" of the competition... You can't really win even if you did good in talent and ramp and did ugllleeehhh and bad in the question and answer category. It's very critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off we went. I only remembered the question for me. I was asked if what is my opinion regarding Sister Elaine Dalton's message that the three things a Young Woman should always do is to Pray, Read the Scriptures and Smile. :). Whew. I let my breath out there. Luckily, by God's grace, I answered the question correctly. I won't write it down here cause it's a bit lengthy. :))..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after all the participants were given their fair share of questions, awarding awaits. Rigel and I were both undeniably excited for the results. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, because of all the hard work and preparations, here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best in Sports Attire : Binalbagan Ward Young Man and Binalbagan Ward Young Woman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/994345645"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_994345645l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Best in Talent: Binalbagan Ward Young Man and Binalbagan Ward Young Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/585540463"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_585540463l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best in Formal Wear: Aguisan Ward Young Man and Binalbagan Ward Young Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/419801064"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_419801064l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Best In Question and Answer: Aguisan Young Man and Binalbagan Ward Young Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/319348391"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_319348391l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King and Queen of Hearts Award goes to: BINALBAGAN WARD YOUNG MAN AND WOMAN!!!! (yehey!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/339396434"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_339396434l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our ward mates are very happy and they were like children jumping and wheezing with delight. Thanks to their undying support, we brought home the bacon. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the other pictures after the awarding ceremony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/658063844"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_658063844l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ROYAL DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/483667143"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_483667143l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/37324704/1/170583586"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-704.friendster.com/e1/photos/40/74/37324704/1_170583586l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE TAKING WITH MY BELOVED YOUTH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activity was one of a kind. And I'm so thankful that it sealed my last year in the Youth Organization. The next year, I would love to be the one to train the future candidates. XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREDITS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken by: Giselle Biñas&lt;br /&gt;Costumes for the SportsWear Category: Tita Liz Barroquiña&lt;br /&gt;For the Talent: Me, Myself and I plus the special participation of Rigel Pido&lt;br /&gt;Formal Wear: Courtesy of Genevie Michelle Sevilla&lt;br /&gt;Crown and Scepter: The Stake Youth Organization&lt;br /&gt;Edits: Me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Blessings: To our Loving Heavenly Father above who granted all of this to happen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;br /&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/7840215727725643142-4008515183079468586?l=giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4008515183079468586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7840215727725643142&amp;postID=4008515183079468586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4008515183079468586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7840215727725643142/posts/default/4008515183079468586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giuliaknowsmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/queen-for-day-xd.html' title='Queen for a Day. 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