<?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-696657638503848873</id><updated>2012-02-01T23:40:33.042-08:00</updated><category term='Coffee Prince Korean Drama music video'/><category term='Sleeping habits'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='Koizora drama'/><category term='words'/><category term='free style'/><category term='Hana Kimi'/><category term='Japanese Drama'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Selena Gomez'/><category term='His Mistakes'/><category term='Who Says'/><category term='messages'/><category term='Korean Drama'/><category term='Koizora'/><category term='Usher'/><category term='music video'/><category term='dear life'/><category term='sky of love'/><category term='love'/><category term='betrayal'/><category term='Delightful Girl Choon Hyang'/><category term='avatars'/><title type='text'>Queen San ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-2539931489870215813</id><published>2011-07-13T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:23:42.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFpXpj6-HIk/Th04nZViikI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Twhc8tMxWAM/s1600/IMAGE_734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFpXpj6-HIk/Th04nZViikI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Twhc8tMxWAM/s320/IMAGE_734.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I need &lt;color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/color&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-2539931489870215813?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2539931489870215813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=2539931489870215813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/2539931489870215813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/2539931489870215813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-need-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFpXpj6-HIk/Th04nZViikI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Twhc8tMxWAM/s72-c/IMAGE_734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-7032878676246360244</id><published>2011-07-11T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T00:41:32.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e90767; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feelings are all mixed up....Almost exhausted for no apparent reason...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e90767; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e90767; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They’re going around in a loop...Causing a burning sensation...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e90767; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if they’re crawling too deep…Scratching cruelly from realization…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e90767; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart struggles to stop the beep…Weeping the frustration of treason…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e90767; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blood vessels pump the sap…Escorting the abnormal formation…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e90767; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mouth closed preventing a chirp…Yet hands are shaking the tension…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e90767;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gloomy labyrinth has no map…Spreading fear without limitation…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e90767;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e90767;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Peace lays only in my sleep…Harboring my soul and emotions…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/696657638503848873-7032878676246360244?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7032878676246360244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=7032878676246360244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7032878676246360244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7032878676246360244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2011/07/feelings-are-all-mixed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-8286618347113481757</id><published>2011-07-07T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:30:55.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I believe that we all have our moments that we feel....Wow...It's different...he is different....she is different...I'm different....Cause changes happen even when you less expect it...You might just wake up one day finding yourself going through a phase that makes you feel "I've changed...I'm different now"....No one can tell you if these differences are right wrong...Because most people are different when it comes to certain standards and their way of thinking...So a good change that leads to a nicer difference could be a bad one in someone else's eyes....I think a lot has changed in me and a lot is still remaining the same....Now, I'm living a different life phase never thought I would be living...not now at least....Wonder how that will turn up to be...But I'm believing that everything will turn out to be fine...hopefully...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-8286618347113481757?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/8286618347113481757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=8286618347113481757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/8286618347113481757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/8286618347113481757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2011/07/different.html' title='Different'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-3032996659449034378</id><published>2011-06-27T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:57:59.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks</title><content type='html'>Today morning sucks!! I woke up in a good mood and everything was great till it got ruined by stupid things. I'm still annoyed and don't know how to keep up my cool. I'm reaching a point where I feel that I can't keep everything inside and need to spill some things out. It's causing me pain to keep these things inside especially when they annoy me this much. I know I will probably keep my mouth shut and never talk about it and even forget about it totally later on, but I know that forgetting about it doesn't mean it will be gone...I know it will hunt me later when I'm upset or annoyed...cuz that's just the way I am...I never forget anything no matter what whether they're good things or bad things...The memories are kept inside of me forever I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that sucks sometimes &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-3032996659449034378?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/3032996659449034378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=3032996659449034378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3032996659449034378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3032996659449034378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2011/06/sucks.html' title='Sucks'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-7003196352778707571</id><published>2011-06-26T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T04:11:17.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selena Gomez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Says'/><title type='text'>Who Says</title><content type='html'>I heard this new song for Selena Gomez that has wonderful lyrics. Even the official video for the song is amazing. I would love to share this song with everyone and simply tell you all that no one is supposed to tell you what you are even those who knows you...Because deep down you all know that no one knows you like yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BzE1mX4Px0I" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wouldn't wanna be anybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You made me insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Told me I wasn’t good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;But who are you to judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;When you’re a diamond in the rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I’m sure you got some things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You’d like to change about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wouldn’t want to be anybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na na na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na na na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I’m no beauty queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I’m just beautiful me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na na na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na na na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; 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font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You’ve got every right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;To a beautiful life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; 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font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says you’re not start potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says you’re not presidential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says you can’t be in movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Listen to me, listen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says you don’t pass the test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says you can’t be the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who said, who said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Won’t you tell me who said that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says you’re not perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says you’re not worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;That’s the price of beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says you’re not pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who says you’re not beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-7003196352778707571?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7003196352778707571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=7003196352778707571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7003196352778707571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7003196352778707571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-says.html' title='Who Says'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BzE1mX4Px0I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5486511921745258333</id><published>2011-06-21T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:57:56.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>Work is finally getting serious till the point there is no time to do everything, but I like that...I like my colleagues; everyone are nice.&amp;nbsp;There are&amp;nbsp;things happening in my personal life that is making me say "Thank God it could have been worse"...I believe that having my hubby with me is what makes me think in that way...Somehow with him being by my side, every problem seems small and simple...Makes me appreciate him a lot and wonder how life would be like if he wasn't with me right now...it's hard for me to remember how my life used to be before I married him...Which makes me wonder again, when did I love him this much till the point he's my top priority....Makes me wonder indeed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-5486511921745258333?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5486511921745258333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5486511921745258333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5486511921745258333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5486511921745258333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2011/06/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-7963372331406212927</id><published>2011-06-15T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T04:50:22.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is a mysterious thing...We could go on forever and no one will be satisfied with his/her life...It's the human nature...Nothing seems to satisfy us humans no matter how things were...Even in the times of our happienss, we sometimes spoil it by doing something stupid or thinking about something else losing our focus on being simply happy....I'm writing this while thinking about a friend who I hope have found happiness in what she's doing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-7963372331406212927?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7963372331406212927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=7963372331406212927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7963372331406212927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7963372331406212927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-mysterious-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-1322278973435059265</id><published>2011-06-12T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:34:17.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back Me</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since the last time I've been here. A lot of things changed in my life. I finally started working, moved to another city and living a happy life with my love. I think that a lot of things happened in a short time that at some points during my day I wonder about my grounds and where am I standing right now, everything feels so surreal. I always thought that love is a great thing and it turns out I was right. I won't say I'm living a perfect life, but I'm having a good one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing a lot of my friends lately, it's been a while since the last time I saw a lot of them. Hope that an occasion will occur that will give me the opportunity to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that almost one year has passed since my graduation and almost all my friends are graduating right now. Wow, that makes me feeling old :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day everyone ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-1322278973435059265?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/1322278973435059265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=1322278973435059265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/1322278973435059265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/1322278973435059265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2011/06/welcome-back-me.html' title='Welcome Back Me'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-6057366109181155043</id><published>2010-12-11T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T04:57:30.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to me</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe how fast things are...I feel like a lot is happening in just a short time...but it definitely feel great...so it's all good....I don't mind changing for the one I love, but definitely not entirely...I think I met my soulmate which is scaring me a little bit because I feel extremely emotional when it comes to him till the point that I get loss...I wish me a great start with him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-6057366109181155043?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/6057366109181155043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=6057366109181155043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6057366109181155043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6057366109181155043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2011/06/dedicated-to-me.html' title='Dedicated to me'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-4869366764812225452</id><published>2010-11-09T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T04:56:59.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I try to pretend that I never loved you&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is that I'm so hurt by you&lt;br /&gt;Till the point I feel like hating you&amp;nbsp; &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/696657638503848873-4869366764812225452?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/4869366764812225452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=4869366764812225452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4869366764812225452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4869366764812225452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2011/06/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5431331822053807845</id><published>2010-11-05T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:50:48.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>私は生きている</title><content type='html'>To those who think that darkness is filling their heart and life...till the point they feel suffocated and alone in this world...to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if today was your last day alive!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you waste your time fighting ppl?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you insist your right in meaningless arguments? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you meet your cool friends and have a good laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you rather spend your time with the person you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go somewhere you always have wished to go to?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you go to your secret place and be overwhelmed with emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you call all the people you care about?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you rather stay alone away from everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you spend it doing something so crazy and out of the ordinary?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you take advantage of your day and pray to God to be forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of today as being your last day makes you hold on to life thinking that..I still have a lot to do...I still have so many things I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will no longer be black and white...you will see the world in colors of the sunshine and rainbow...Cuz you will realize the ultimate gift every person in this world has which is...Being alive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;『Live today like there's no tomorrow』&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-5431331822053807845?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5431331822053807845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5431331822053807845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5431331822053807845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5431331822053807845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='私は生きている'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-7240361634133332202</id><published>2010-09-03T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T16:13:46.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/7047/mirrorrw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="383" src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/7047/mirrorrw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #ba2d5f;"&gt;"Sometimes, you're not really who you think you are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever found out something new in you? Something you never knew before. I discovered lately that the mood of a person could change a lot in his/her attitude. Life is truly a journey mainly to find out who you are and what you are capable of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how a person could never be in one state or with one personality. Isn't it weird to be an angel, but something happens and you turn to the devil himself? Of course, there are always those who stay the same no matter what happens, but I think normal people do change depending on the time and events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that one person have multiple personalities where each personality is designed for a specific situation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-7240361634133332202?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7240361634133332202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=7240361634133332202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7240361634133332202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7240361634133332202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2010/09/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever?'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-3444655057162708534</id><published>2010-09-01T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:01:49.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning☻</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #ed008c;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/4061/smilekx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/4061/smilekx.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ed008c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ed008c; font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;"Life is like a mirror, we get the best results when we  smile at it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ed008c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;Too  often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a  listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all  of which have the potential to turn a life around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;It's always been a habit for me to have a straight face that you can't get my emotions from. However, I noticed the effect of a smile on those who surround me including myself. Your smile doesn't only affect the people around you, it also affects you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;I believe that a smile simply makes your life or those around you more beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&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/696657638503848873-3444655057162708534?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/3444655057162708534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=3444655057162708534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3444655057162708534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3444655057162708534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning☻'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-6056853874733184730</id><published>2010-08-24T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:06:50.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Need For Changes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img828.imageshack.us/img828/8438/changess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img828.imageshack.us/img828/8438/changess.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Have you ever reached a point where you wanted to make new changes. It started almost 3 months ago where I started to make changes in my room. I changed my room style, my bed sheet, the carpet and soon will change my curtains and bed sheet again, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reached a point where the change was obvious on some of my clothes and me as well. Some things have changed in me, but others are still in the progress. I believe that I needed those changes and I'm glad I did change in different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that these changes are making me happier...I wonder if it will make me get used to changing things once in a while...But, I don't think little changes will hurt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-6056853874733184730?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/6056853874733184730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=6056853874733184730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6056853874733184730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6056853874733184730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2010/08/need-for-changes.html' title='The Need For Changes...'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5590384659012577332</id><published>2010-08-18T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:02:39.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img843.imageshack.us/img843/5614/oceanp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://img843.imageshack.us/img843/5614/oceanp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;"You're not a wave, you're a part of the  ocean"&lt;/span&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/696657638503848873-5590384659012577332?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5590384659012577332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5590384659012577332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5590384659012577332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5590384659012577332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-not-wave-youre-part-of-ocean.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-6214922270501019285</id><published>2010-08-16T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:22:13.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Doesn't Kill You Make You Stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGmZlsA1CkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sdNi1MLA_Bs/s1600/candle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGmZlsA1CkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sdNi1MLA_Bs/s320/candle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting alone in the dark in my room while looking at my surroundings where I laid my eyes on my candles. I remembered how fire is hateful to us because it cause us pain. But then I realized, sometimes we need to feel pain and go through something hurtful to become stronger. If I started to count the happy moments and sad ones I had in my whole life till now, it would be hard. Because I had hundreds of happy moments, but thousands of sad ones. Or so that's what my memory tells me. But my heart knows how wrong that is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go through bad times and happy times almost equally. The smile I have from hearing a joke is a happy moment. The laughs and the fun I feel with my friends is a happy moment. The glow in my eyes when I see someone close to me happy is another happy moment. The thought of me being healthy, being able to see, hear, touch and feel, walk and run around is another happy moment. The bless of having a religion that warms the heart and make your soul peaceful is also a happy moment. I realized how we tend to forget what are we happy for or our happy moments in our lives, but we always remember the bad and painful things. I'm one of those people who can't forget what happens. Not in happy moments, nope....I can't forget when I get hurt....When I feel pain....When I lose something precious....and the list continues....So, let's take some moment to think to ourselves, what are we happy for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm talking in everyone's place when I say, our happiest moment currently is being alive surrounded by our beloved ones, family in this holy month. I think our happy moments also keep us stronger just as the sad ones. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-6214922270501019285?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/6214922270501019285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=6214922270501019285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6214922270501019285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6214922270501019285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-doesnt-kill-you-make-you-stronger.html' title='What Doesn&apos;t Kill You Make You Stronger'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGmZlsA1CkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sdNi1MLA_Bs/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-4386204364798994514</id><published>2010-08-15T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:36:17.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life...New Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/1299/newpath2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/1299/newpath2.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's been a long journey...I even lost count of the days...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It took me by surprise that five years have finally passed...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I definitely wasn't prepared...I'm still not prepared....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many things I need to think about...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many choices to make....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many options to choose from...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But that how life is....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's NEVER easy, but not always HARD!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder what my next step will be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How will my new journey start? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn't set up my mind yet!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm just waiting for a sign...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A sign that will let me know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is how it's supposed to be...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is what it's meant to be...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-4386204364798994514?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/4386204364798994514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=4386204364798994514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4386204364798994514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4386204364798994514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-lifenew-path.html' title='New Life...New Path'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5815432354571706098</id><published>2010-02-26T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:28:53.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, it's abeen a while....</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since my last post here. A lot of things happened during that time. It's been couple of months now since my last post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be like my new page for a new period of my life. I hope that I left everything bad behind me since I made the decision to move on and leave all the bad things that happened in the past. Life isn't easy, that's for sure, but I discovered the secret behind life being hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's not about life. It's more about people. Whether by talking or gestures or anything even the simplest act from those people will be enough to ruin you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Life isn't easy because people exist in this world. &lt;br /&gt;Life isn't easy because people keep ruining it.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't easy because people love to destroy it for you.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of last year, I made a discovery on how awful people can be. I realized that I was true from the beginning. I can never trust anyone and I can never be myself with them. So, I keep on wearing my mask and facing the world or more like facing those people with a smile on my face instead of screaming and yelling my heart out at how cruel and bad they are ruining the lives of innocent people just by simply talking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank god I started this year by going to Japan which was an amazing trip that I will definitely never forget. Japan is an amazing world. I would love to try and live there for a while; therefore, I'm going to do my best during this semester and work harder than ever in order to show my family that I'm serious about this and hopefully I will be able to go to Japan and complete my studies there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this semester will be a very busy one for me with 6 courses and 3 club activities to manage. Hopefully, I will be able to do great in all of them. Great and nothing less though, LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is making me feel strange this semester is not having my best friends around me. Imagine not having any of your best friends for a while. It sure sucks and it's making me feel bad at the moment. Nothing can beat their absence even by calling them or chatting with them, I still feel strange not having them around. However, it's definitely a new experience, so I'm trying to learn how to spend my day without them being there for me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I always have been living the way I like and telling those surrounding me that they should do the same. We never know which day will be the end for us and knowing that makes you want to take advantage of the time you have in your hand. Or that's what I believe. However, this view was always rejected by my family who believe that we have to live our life while caring about the people surrounding us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a tragedy in the family happened that opened their eyes to my concept. Although I'm sad that the tragedy happened, I'm so happy that they finally got my point. I feel like I've grew in their eyes more. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Live the way you love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/S4f0xeevZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/9tVQYSW1-is/s1600-h/garnetsig1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/S4f0xeevZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/9tVQYSW1-is/s320/garnetsig1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442587805533300722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-5815432354571706098?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5815432354571706098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5815432354571706098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5815432354571706098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5815432354571706098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow-its-abeen-while.html' title='Wow, it&apos;s abeen a while....'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/S4f0xeevZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/9tVQYSW1-is/s72-c/garnetsig1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-3691607320822984048</id><published>2009-09-15T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:25:18.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Sq9ODfapG6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/xvFs83p8jPI/s1600-h/sunset2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Sq9ODfapG6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/xvFs83p8jPI/s320/sunset2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381605901610851234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can imagine how I needed a break from everyone and everything including my family. So, after being away, I think I finally found myself once again. This summer was my worst summer vacation ever and I regret many choices I made that affected me badly and I no longer want to repeat those mistakes ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, Internship is cornering me into a boring routine where I repeat the same thing over and over again making me think I'm living a nightmare or re-living everyday.  It's sucking my energy completely till I can't do anything else or contact anyone. My life lately have been revolving around sleeping and reading Holy Quran with nothing else to do. Let's hope this routine will fade to exist after Eid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder when will I be able to see the next sunset?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-3691607320822984048?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/3691607320822984048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=3691607320822984048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3691607320822984048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3691607320822984048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-life.html' title='Real Life'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Sq9ODfapG6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/xvFs83p8jPI/s72-c/sunset2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-4967676900883627654</id><published>2009-07-14T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:27:31.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vist To The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Slz3tscsmzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mAICrYVmwxc/s1600-h/old+shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Slz3tscsmzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mAICrYVmwxc/s320/old+shop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358430021061745458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I went out shopping in my city for bathroom stuff like shampoo, body lotion, Johnson products and etc. I had this urge while being out to go to a shop that was next to our old home. I wanted to go inside, but my bro didn't let me. I was going to ignore him and go inside it anyway, but seeing how small it is and crowded with guys, I changed my mind. It was 10 pm and I asked my bro to buy a lot of candies, chips, soft drinks and etc from the shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I had this feeling, but I truly wanted to go back to the old me, the me who saw that shop huge at that time, the me who was pure knowing nothing about the real world, the me who was innocent holding no grudge to anyone. I just missed those old days. Some people still tell me that I'm way too innocent, but I disagree with them. I've been through a lot of pain in this life that made me trust no one. My best friends are the only ones who has my trust, but since I've been betrayed more than once before, it made me ready for anything from anyone even those who are close to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Trust is truly a nightmare that's why you shouldn't be too absorbed in it. It's the same with love which is another nightmare that makes you blind to see what's truly going on in front of you."&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still need to taste the latter in order to confirm it since I only felt it radiating from the others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A lesson I learned recently~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;When you lose your way and path in the present life, go back to the past and search for who you were, eventually, you'll find your path again and manage to walk through it to the future.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Slz3tNWtfwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oRGCnPewTEo/s1600-h/red+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Slz3tNWtfwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oRGCnPewTEo/s320/red+flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358430012715138818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-4967676900883627654?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/4967676900883627654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=4967676900883627654' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4967676900883627654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4967676900883627654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/07/vist-to-past.html' title='A Vist To The Past'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Slz3tscsmzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mAICrYVmwxc/s72-c/old+shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-7998308645426579983</id><published>2009-07-05T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:12:25.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SlFBBBK4djI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MHpR4G6tvD0/s1600-h/dark+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SlFBBBK4djI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MHpR4G6tvD0/s320/dark+flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355132917669983794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be dark lately. My days pass by very slowly in a very boring way. I'm not sure whether I'm regretting taking 2 summer courses where I can't do anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is too hot to bear and I can't believe I didn't buy an umbrella or a new sunglasses yet. I also kissed the sleep goodbye this summer since my room in the hostel is very hot. I can't sleep well and I keep tossing around trying to stand the heat, but it doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way things are right now and I wish that I would have time to at least have fun or learn something new. I miss sitting with my friends and chatting with them, but with a weather like that, I hate going out even to my classes, but I'm forced to.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone around me have been telling me that I'm in a gloomy mood almost all the time and I snap from little things. I do agree with them since the summer I have imagined have been totally different than what I am having right now. Hopefully, this will change soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my summer will shine with colors soon??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-7998308645426579983?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7998308645426579983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=7998308645426579983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7998308645426579983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7998308645426579983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/07/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SlFBBBK4djI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MHpR4G6tvD0/s72-c/dark+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-2753382597470511713</id><published>2009-06-05T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:36:49.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ To my Friends ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SlE4_U1CkmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ppLW3PWHAR4/s1600-h/lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SlE4_U1CkmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ppLW3PWHAR4/s320/lake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355124092494320226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester been a complete mess and I've been extremely busy with school and projects that I didn't have time for most of you anymore. I missed many of you and been enjoying the company of some of you. There are words I hope they'll reach you to tell you how much I appreciate your existence in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To Somz ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Girl, I've missed you like hell!! I'm sorry that our plans get ruined each time we decide or set a date. I miss having you around and how we get crazy together and simply enjoy our time. I miss hanging out with you till late at night. I miss writing poems and songs with you where we laugh out loud for making out a weird or messy line. I still don't clearly remember how we got together, but I remember how we got to know each other in John Abraham's class. You're my dearest sister and my best friend who I love and adore so much. I can't wait to see your lovely daughter and sit with you to have a good chat. I missed you a lot and I feel like I hadn't seen you for ages. Love you babe! *chuuuuuuu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I still can't believe that you're graduating and I won't be seeing you in the university again &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Nona ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you are there for me when I need to explain something to someone, but I get lost picking the right words. &lt;br /&gt;I love how you share with me the same personality, thoughts, ideas and many other things that cannot be described in words. &lt;br /&gt;I love how we clicked and became friends without realizing at all and how it happened so fast that we don't even remember how it begun. &lt;br /&gt;I love how you calm me with being your presence and assure me that nothing is impossible and we can make it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;You are my second best friend who I truly cherish from the bottom of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Let's enjoy this summer by doing something fun!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Soul ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you a lot ex-roommate. I was truly happy to know that you're planning on taking the summer course and I can't wait to be your roommate again. I still can't forget how I spent my first year in university homeless staying in your room that contain 5 girls including me, lol. I spent most of my uni life with you as my roommate and I've been missing how that feels like. Although we weren't as close as this during highschool, but you are the closest high school friend to me among all the others. I'm grateful for you for being there for me when I needed your help and a shelter. Hope 3lawee is doing great and don't forget to kiss him for me. Can't wait till you come back to the college. Will be waiting for you!  &lt;br /&gt;Love you sweetie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I miss waking up to see you cooking for us the breakfast in the living room!! &gt;.&lt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Stranger ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we used to hang out to watch Indian episodes or Japanese funny clips or admire singers and dancers or walk around the dorms for hours and talk like there is no tomorrow. I miss how we both ask each other for advices or opinions on a particular person because we both the type who analyze people and know them after one encounter. I know that I've been very busy to hang with you anymore and most our meetings are in the college and in coincidence. I can't believe that next semester I'm going to go for the internship and the semester that follows, you'll be the one going to the internship and so we won't be able to hang out like before again. But thankfully, we have this summer and I can't wait to enjoy it with you. Love you girl! CLICK! ^___^  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Lets hang out this week whenever you're free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue with the letters later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-2753382597470511713?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2753382597470511713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=2753382597470511713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/2753382597470511713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/2753382597470511713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-friends.html' title='♥ To my Friends ♥'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SlE4_U1CkmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ppLW3PWHAR4/s72-c/lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5854231253693311748</id><published>2009-06-05T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:22:05.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Sim0t5GKCMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gOr-WoOqHlY/s1600-h/IMG_3749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Sim0t5GKCMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gOr-WoOqHlY/s320/IMG_3749.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344001133365561538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when you find yourself going around a circle not knowing your destination as if you're driving into a roundabout continuously without stopping??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome will simply be feeling dizzy and fidgety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine been through a week where all you can feel is pure stress, tiredness and hunger to sleep normally. And after going through such a week and instead of getting what you wanted which is a simply appreciation, you get the opposite instead crashing you real hard in unexpected way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I was, believing little bit about the "Law of Attraction" and how if I believed in something, I will get it which I did. I believed that we're going to knock them down with our demo and presentation, but unfortunately, it didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't forgive the teacher at all for killing my hopes like that. I don't hate him, but I feel like I truly don't want to see him ever again in my life. I wonder when I became this person, who holds grudges against people. I still remember the time when I used to be a kid, with a big white heart pure as the snow who couldn't hate anyone even if she tried to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, there will come a time when I will go through a situation as twice as bad as this one that will make me laugh at this memory thinking that this was definitely nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the future scares me. Even though I sometimes complain about university, I wonder how things will be for me after I graduate. Where will I work? How will it be like? What about marriage? Kids? Responsibility? Busy life? More stress? No time for fun? All this keeps running through my head all the time helping me to be patient through the one year left for me in the university knowing that, it will be nothing compared to the outside world far away from the university walls that are protecting us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, alone, wondering, about the future, remembering the past and living the present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks Nona for the picture! ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-5854231253693311748?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5854231253693311748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5854231253693311748' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5854231253693311748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5854231253693311748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Sim0t5GKCMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gOr-WoOqHlY/s72-c/IMG_3749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-982188182753894891</id><published>2009-05-11T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:52:55.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY COUSIN!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my cousin has turned one year older to finally reach 21 years old in total. This girl have always gave me a hard time with her sharp tounge, but I swear &lt;br /&gt;I just love how cuuuuute she is and her adorable smile although I think that she laughs a lot causing her to end up in embarassing situations, LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we haven't planned for her party during the weekend, so we decided to act fast by the help of the whole gang, hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;So, we throwed her a party yesterday midnight, had to cancel my meeting and the other gang had to cancel and ignore a lot of their tasks and homework, but it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;I had fun especially taking pictures which is something I always love to do. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making us wait for her for almost one hour in order to surprise her, we finally celebrated her birthday! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggRgGeQo7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2UEOW7IVXF8/s1600-h/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggRgGeQo7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2UEOW7IVXF8/s320/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334533001811370930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't you wish to sleep on them??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggJ47VKNZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cVd-q9diVTs/s1600-h/myCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggJ47VKNZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cVd-q9diVTs/s320/myCard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334524632224118162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is the card I made for her. It sucks though!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggJ4ktF3aI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oQvRoSo5VBo/s1600-h/feets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggJ4ktF3aI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oQvRoSo5VBo/s320/feets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334524626150481314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;No fancy shoes!! Can you guess which was mine? ^__^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggJ4BcbPOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Hve5v5HbuOo/s1600-h/candles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggJ4BcbPOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Hve5v5HbuOo/s320/candles2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334524616685337826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My favorite part of the party!! Candles are ♥!! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggJ4mO1FAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jK44ZH7BohE/s1600-h/candles4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggJ4mO1FAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jK44ZH7BohE/s320/candles4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334524626560422914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Different angles of the candles! I almost took more than 30 shots for them, LOL!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggJ4Q9KSuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GYFnieSBe-Q/s1600-h/candles3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggJ4Q9KSuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GYFnieSBe-Q/s320/candles3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334524620849171170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I loved the heart shape the most, but who doesn't?? o_O&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggP8iotLnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GldcugBP_yA/s1600-h/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggP8iotLnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GldcugBP_yA/s320/gifts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334531291384458866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;These were out simple gifts. Nothing fancy, but the thought what counts, right?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggP8So_OYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BF8lclX8hg4/s1600-h/lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggP8So_OYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BF8lclX8hg4/s320/lips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334531287090674050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I just loved this tissue box that belongs to my friend. So cuuute!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggP8O57zzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RXPUewT0f_I/s1600-h/candles1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggP8O57zzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RXPUewT0f_I/s320/candles1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334531286088011570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My friend lighting the candles and burning her fingers. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggP7wfoUgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L5G5oYL3y48/s1600-h/b-day+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggP7wfoUgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L5G5oYL3y48/s320/b-day+room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334531277924618754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We put everything you can think of on the bed, hehehe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-982188182753894891?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/982188182753894891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=982188182753894891' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/982188182753894891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/982188182753894891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-cousin.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY COUSIN!!'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SggRgGeQo7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2UEOW7IVXF8/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-2236840519304060345</id><published>2009-05-10T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:42:02.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SgcffW7vKUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ir7GFBGvhy4/s1600-h/old-phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SgcffW7vKUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ir7GFBGvhy4/s320/old-phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334266907236182338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that I'm feeling at the moment?? Confusion is surrounding my heart and mind and I can see the path no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how judges feel when they have to make their decision about the suspect, guilty or not, knowing that many lives are counting on them. &lt;br /&gt;The victim, the victim family, the suspect and the supect family. It's the same as doctors, one mistake can kill a patient although it's probably the fate that planned it in that way. Then, what about me? Why am I in this confusion when many poeple are telling me that the decision is easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick those who love you because you can guarantee they will stay with you forever, but what if I'm the one who is going to walk away? &lt;br /&gt;What if he wasn't my soulmate, the one I dreamed about for my whole life?? What is it that I'm feeling inside that keeps me from agreeing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I truly in love?? But then, how can I know if I was?? I never been in love before, what are the symptoms?? Will someone answer me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-2236840519304060345?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2236840519304060345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=2236840519304060345' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/2236840519304060345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/2236840519304060345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/05/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SgcffW7vKUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ir7GFBGvhy4/s72-c/old-phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5510811892059659815</id><published>2009-05-04T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:40:42.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank Status</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Sf6qgeBzocI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KQpGgGlvFa4/s1600-h/without_color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Sf6qgeBzocI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KQpGgGlvFa4/s320/without_color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886483646423490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that I'm going through lately? I learned that I should follow my heart and emotions and never go against them to avoid trusting people they are not worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I did follow my heart, how will my future be? I always wonder! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be amazing if we could just see a little bit or just a single shot from our future?? &lt;br /&gt;I know that it could be a bless for some, but hell for others; therefore, it's amazing how God prevented a disaster by unabling us humans to be able to see what the future holds knowing how awful the effect will be, so I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my mind can operate normally soon, I still can think, but all my thoughts are mixed up and I feel like I'm thinking of hundred thoughts at the same time resulting in thousands of thoughts in a day. Sleeping has became useless when I keep having dreams re-living my day and my reaction to some situations as if I'm going through a revision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this last only for the end of this semester? Is it resulted from my tough schedule and six courses? Or, is it a result of my heart fighting with my mind, each trying to prove their point to the other???&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-5510811892059659815?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5510811892059659815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5510811892059659815' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5510811892059659815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5510811892059659815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/05/blank-status.html' title='Blank Status'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/Sf6qgeBzocI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KQpGgGlvFa4/s72-c/without_color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-679632108513073571</id><published>2009-04-03T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:04:33.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Koizora drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sky Of L♥ve</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img24.imageshack.us/my.php?image=800pxkoizorabanner.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/5176/800pxkoizorabanner.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img604.imageshack.us/content.php?page=blogpost&amp;files=img24/5176/800pxkoizorabanner.jpg" title="QuickPost"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Koizora ~ Sky of love drama which is only 6 episodes long; however, I wasn't ready to cry this much. My eyes now are totally red as if they are bleeding blood or something. I cried a lot and now I'm feeling exhausted and tired. Can't describe how I feel really, the story touched me real bad. I always have loved the sky and it always meant something special to me, so seeing it being appreciated and mentioned a lot in the drama made me so happy. But, I truly can't stop feeling bad for Mika (the heroine), she's really pitiful. I can't believe that this drama is based on a true story because it's just too sad, but one of my friends has gone through such pain as well and it keeps getting worse with other problems and the loss of other people as well, so I truly believe that such thing can happen to anyone, but hopefully NOT to me, I won't be able to live after losing someone I love especially if it was a lover since I am the type once in love, will do and give anything to the one I love with all my heart to the point where my life will mostly revolve around him and HIM only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! I'm starting to have a headache after all those tears, this is why I didn't want to watch it in the first place, but I don't regret it. It's truly worth watching. I don't know about the movie, but this drama was AMAZING! The acting wasn't as great as I thought it would be, but its good because I won't be crying if I didn't get emotionally involved with the characters, right?? But truly, I knew how it will end, but I kept praying that it won't end in that sad way; however, it actually did and made me disappointed although there is a part where I didn't get what does it say. So, Mika end up having a kid at the end of the drama, whose that girl is?? Is she's Hiro's daughter (she discovered that she's pregnant from him after a while from his death)or does it mean that Mika got married now and is leading a happy life??? I know that the later is the answer although I'm wishing for the first assumption to be the right one, so at least, Mika will have something from Hiro to always remember and treasure. &lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;♥♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, love is amazing isn't it? I truly wish I could fall in love with someone who loves me that much to do anything to go to the extent of preventing me from feeling pain even if he does feel it because that is true love, without any selfishness and always sacrificing yourself for your lover thinking of him/her before yourself. It's  a love I'm sure all of us whether we are girls/guys dream of!! I wonder if someday I'll be able to have such an amazing relationship with a wonderful love like that! This drama made me wonder a lot about the future and how freaked out I would be once I get a love like that because the thought of losing it would be always there as well. The drama that goes in my friends' lives and now this one, makes me more determined to always show those who surround me how much I love them whether they are friends, family or my soul mate. I hope someday you'll be able to read this and know how I feel for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;font color="#940f04"&gt;♥ To my family&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sorry for always giving you a hard time, I know I'm acting like a spoiled rat sometimes, but I swear, I just love you all so much to the extent where I get suffocated till I cry when I merely imagine losing you or have nightmares on such things. I can't live without any of you although I know no one is going to live forever. I just wish that my day will come before any of you, so I won't be the one feeling pain which is a selfish thing to ask for since I know you all will feel the pain instead. May God always protect you, bless you and treasure you for me because I would lose a part from myself if I lost any of you. You mean the world to me and although I know all of you will be shocked to know this and probably won't believe me as well because I suck in showing it to all of you, but let me just tell you something I truly believe in: "Love isn't something that always has to be said, it's something that is shown. I might not always be there with you all and I do spend time by myself in my room more than I spend it with you, but you're always on my mind and my heart. For me, love is not about distance because I would always love you no matter where I was or how far I am from you. Love is all about how much you treasure someone and how much you think about someone, so even though I'm not there all the time, I would like you to know that I treasure you all so much that you pop up all the time on my mind and I can't stop thinking about any of you..". so, believe me when I say: I Love you all &lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;♥♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;font color="#940f04"&gt;♥ To my friends ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I can't believe that at some point in my life, I hated something called friends and I could only see them as people who only know how to betray! I came to understand the true meaning of friendship after going through a lot of hardships that although they were painful and remembering them makes my heart ache all over, but I don't regret being through them and I don't regret the pain that I felt or the betrayal that I've been through because everything that happened taught me who is the true friend and taught me how to treasure them! I lived a part of my life without friends and it wasn't as everyone says it is, impossible, but it sure is not the same and you keep feeling that there is an empty space in your heart need to be filled by the love of your friends!! I'm so grateful to God for writing me my fate. I'm so glad that I was able to meet great friends that became connected to my heart and soul. I even have more than one best friend which is an amazing feeling. I wouldn't trade you guys for anything no matter what anyone says. I simply love you without having great reasons because I truly believe that we don't need a reason to love someone! I know I'm not a good person in showing her emotions to others, but I want you all to know and be sure that I truly TRULY LOVE you from the bottom of my heart. XOXO &lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;♥♥&lt;/font color&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;font color="#940f04"&gt;♥ To my soul mate ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope that I will be able to meet you soon. For my whole life, I've been waiting patiently for you to show up, melt my heart and take away all the pain I ever felt in my life replacing it with only happiness. I know that we might have fights, big fights, but I promise you that at the end of the day, I'll make you forget what the fight was about and it'll be like nothing ever happened. I saved everything for you to have, my heart, my soul and my life so I hope you did save yours for me. I hope that you will teach me how to say "I love you" directly into your eyes, without being embarrassed or thinking about my pride! I hope that you'll be a gentle, funny, caring, possessive, jealous person and give me hard times sometimes, no let's say rarely, I don't want to end up not having my way sometimes ~ hehe!! Don't be afraid from my past because I never loved anyone before because I've been waiting to have you as my first and last love. I might give you headaches sometimes especially when it comes to my taste in food, but I know that you'll give me headaches at a lot of different things, so we're even then, LOL!! I promise you that I'll do my best in order to make you happy or actually make us both happy as long as you give me as much as I give you and we trade our love with each other. Waiting for you, hoping that our meeting will be soon! &lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;♥♥&lt;/font color&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's 8:41 am now and I'm still not sleeping. I have a big day tomorrow or actually today since I need to go back to the dorms, so I'm out for today. Wishing to everyone who reads this a good day and a happy life with your beloved ones. An advice, Treasure those who you love and show them your feelings in your own way so that you will never regret not doing it!! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyasumi Nasai ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-679632108513073571?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/679632108513073571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=679632108513073571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/679632108513073571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/679632108513073571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/04/sky-of-love.html' title='Sky Of L♥ve'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-6282181188416421336</id><published>2009-04-01T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:04:41.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Koizora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Usher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His Mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayal'/><title type='text'>Ringing on the Mind ♥</title><content type='html'>Whoever didn't listen to Usher's new song called "His Mistakes", you can hear the song in this post as well as its lyrics. It's been a long time since the last time I got affected by a song real bad. I heard this song in a time where I needed to open my eyes on things I never realized or noticed before; therefore, it has a special place in my heart. I know a few people who live in the same way this song describes, blaming someone who isn't at fault just because she/she once were hurt badly. I truly believe betrayal is very hard to take and handle because those who were betrayed will never forget the betrayal or the betrayer and even though they will move on with their lives thinking that they are finally over it and everything is alright, they'll unconsciously will keep wondering about the next betrayal. I had one of those betrayals, not a love betrayal though, but betrayals have the same effect on people even if the type was different. Hope this song will ring a bell in those people who went through such betrayals and open their eyes to the pain they might be causing to their beloved ones without noticing or having any intention to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzODYzMDA4MDM1OSZwdD*xMjM4NjMwMTM2MjE4JnA9MTgwMzEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTQ2MzZiZGQ2MGQ*YzRjY2ZiZTMwMmZlZjBhMWY2ODYx.gif" /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf?myid=20155546&amp;path=2009/04/01" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=000000&amp;mycolor2=BD0909&amp;mycolor3=E0E0E0&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=3&amp;grad=false" width="219" height="35" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" style="visibility:visible;width:219px;height:35px;" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/20155546" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object id="W492da13d111f5ab449d3e95c6f50ee60" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49d3e95c6f50ee60/492da13d46e17ea3/51cd5f8a/-cpid/f9148da44dc181e6" width="300" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;param value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49d3e95c6f50ee60/492da13d46e17ea3/51cd5f8a/-cpid/f9148da44dc181e6" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to watch the Japanese Dorama &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/jdramas/2590041.html#cutid2"&gt;Koizora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; during this weekend. I don't know why, but I'm totally in the mood to cry myself out probably to release all my stress and confusion. I think I'll spend my weekend watching any sad movie/drama/tv series just to let everything out before my next week midterms which I need to focus on. For those who want to download the drama, just click on Koizora and you'll be able to download the whole 6 episodes in mp4 format. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some pictures I always wanted to post them here, but never got the chance to do so. I finally decided that it's about time that I carry with those plans and upload them here. All of them were taken by me on my digital Kodak camera. I don't like the quality of the camera though and I'm planning on buying a new one, just once I save some amount of my allowance which I never do, xD! No modifications was done except adding my signature on Photoshop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Loop&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdP9cM14MjI/AAAAAAAAACI/fqZjBQUcjTA/s1600-h/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdP9cM14MjI/AAAAAAAAACI/fqZjBQUcjTA/s320/stairs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319874245780058674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;CHILL OUT Cafe!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdP9cXKy_VI/AAAAAAAAACY/uAUA_4A2ZDU/s1600-h/chill+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdP9cXKy_VI/AAAAAAAAACY/uAUA_4A2ZDU/s320/chill+out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319874248552152402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Red Thorns&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdP9cW_plFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zf6J7JDaaTs/s1600-h/redRose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdP9cW_plFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zf6J7JDaaTs/s320/redRose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319874248505398354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Nightly Road&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdP9cvMB4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ere-HNxReUY/s1600-h/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdP9cvMB4SI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ere-HNxReUY/s320/road.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319874254999773474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-6282181188416421336?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/6282181188416421336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=6282181188416421336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6282181188416421336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6282181188416421336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/04/ringing-on-mind.html' title='Ringing on the Mind ♥'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdP9cM14MjI/AAAAAAAAACI/fqZjBQUcjTA/s72-c/stairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-7391405526428291551</id><published>2009-03-25T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:24:24.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T GET ENOUGH!!</title><content type='html'>Do you know the feeling where you just have to do something everyday no matter what especially because it makes you feel good, better and in best shape mentally and physically. The weird thing that this 'something' is hated by almost everyone surrounding you. One word I got to say to you people which is "WHATEVER!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know what I'm doing isn't wrong, I don't really care much about your opinions. I live my life the way I want and no one can stop me or judge me except GOD. I always have loved the song "Only God Can Judge Me" because it is very true and it's my quote in life. I feel like it describes my character because even though I might make some remarks about someone, in reality, I don't really care what they do because it's up to them. Everyone have the right to make their own choices in life whether we like it or not and that how life is. I hate when someone tries to change you to their liking because they are having a tough time handling you which is stupid because you can never change someone to fit your ideas, believes and character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have no idea why am I talking about life and people , it just came to my shattered mind &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately, food from our college isn't working for me. I have a stomach aches all the time and I sometimes end up throwing up just because I ate a spaghetti or Caesar salad, it's awful. I always say it's the last day I'm eating this food, but it never is because hunger force me to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently SO SLEEPY, but I guess things never change for me and I'm still in the same way I am, I'm even still addicted to the same old things I'm always addicted to and one of those thing is KAT-TUN. I've been listening to their songs a lot lately, I simply LOVE their MUSIC. Kame is just cuuuuuuute and adorable that I'm falling in love! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I connected my phone to my laptop and found some pictures I wanted to upload although of its poor quality. All the images below were taken by my HTC Diamond phone by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The current weather outside!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdFtpLUxC-I/AAAAAAAAACA/ruzkdFU04_I/s1600-h/Weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdFtpLUxC-I/AAAAAAAAACA/ruzkdFU04_I/s320/Weather.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319153189083220962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A breathtaking scene from my trip to an island&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdFto0JiQ2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/aq4qy08yA0o/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdFto0JiQ2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/aq4qy08yA0o/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319153182862099298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My favorite spot at home!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdFtooSEt1I/AAAAAAAAABw/8myi11c0AOc/s1600-h/fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdFtooSEt1I/AAAAAAAAABw/8myi11c0AOc/s320/fountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319153179676686162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The first Arabic Speaker Robot "Ibn Sina"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdFtoQxPvaI/AAAAAAAAABo/nz9-gI0JonM/s1600-h/robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdFtoQxPvaI/AAAAAAAAABo/nz9-gI0JonM/s320/robot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319153173364981154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We grow them at home, it has an AMAZING taste!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdFtn_ynARI/AAAAAAAAABg/LgPpScevTd0/s1600-h/cherries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdFtn_ynARI/AAAAAAAAABg/LgPpScevTd0/s320/cherries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319153168807297298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-7391405526428291551?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7391405526428291551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=7391405526428291551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7391405526428291551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7391405526428291551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-get-enough.html' title='I CAN&apos;T GET ENOUGH!!'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SdFtpLUxC-I/AAAAAAAAACA/ruzkdFU04_I/s72-c/Weather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-421459177787837752</id><published>2009-02-11T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:07:14.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discover Your Personality!</title><content type='html'>I love personality tests because sometimes it gives you ideas of what you need to change. So, I took one of the those tests earlier and the result wasn't as I expected, but it's not bad either. Here is the link for the test: http://www.personalitytest.net/cgi-bin/q.pl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personality as a result is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFJ: "Author". Strong drive and enjoyment to help others. Complex personality. 1% of the total population. These are serious students and workers who really want to contribute. They are private and easily hurt. They make good spouses, but tend to be physically reserved. People often think they are psychic. They make good therapists, general practitioners, ministers, and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that it shows I'm a person with a rare personality which is COOL!! I would hate if I was a regular type of person. It also says something that couple of friends used to call me which is a psychic because I can read characters from a first encounter. Go ahead and try the test yourself! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-421459177787837752?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/421459177787837752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=421459177787837752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/421459177787837752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/421459177787837752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/02/discover-your-personality.html' title='Discover Your Personality!'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5279041517605606126</id><published>2009-02-11T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:28:28.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in a fight for the Right Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SZNQhZecNcI/AAAAAAAAABM/KHs5Fh3tke8/s1600-h/queenava3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SZNQhZecNcI/AAAAAAAAABM/KHs5Fh3tke8/s400/queenava3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301669721049675202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God, it's been a long time since I last updated my blog, but how can I do so when everything in my life is pulling me away from the things I love and a big part of that is because of school. Have you ever felt awful to the point of suffocating and not being able to catch up your breath?? It's the way I'm feeling right now. The paths I have to choose are all life matters that I know will leave a big affect on my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm feeling like a bird who just loves flying, but going to lose her wings if she chose the wrong path or step. She might choose a path where someone with a gun is waiting to hunt her or another path where she might get attacked by another wild bird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I never had to make a choice between two things, I always knew what I wanted. I wanted to be in science department in high school, a student in Information Technology College and specialize in Software Engineering and probably complete my Master Degree in Game Development. So, I've never been under the pressure of choosing one thing among two things, but lately, that was changed. I have to make a choice which will affect my whole future. I tried everything I can in order to make the right choice, I even wrote a list containing the good and bad things regarding each option which didn't work out. I tried other things like talking to my friends and gaining more opinions on the matter, but that didn't resolve my dilemma. So, I thought about imaging and predicting the future for each option. So far, I only could predict and imagine one future and couldn't do the same for the other; therefore, I have to think of something else to compare between the two options because my last thought didn't work out as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind can't handle thinking 24 hours a day. I truly need to make up my mind quickly or else I'll keep up not being able to sleep, thinking all night long till the morning which is affecting very badly on my health and my energy. Recently, I feel exhausted and in a total different world most of the time. I'm really lost and I try my best to look the strongest girl ever, but this is killing me mentally. However, I decided to open up to some of my friends, more like best friends and hear their thoughts about the whole matter. For once, I truly appreciate friendship and realize how magnificent it is to have a friend and not just any friend, a friend you trust and has a big part in your heart.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank Nona for being there for me when I need her and how she supports me and realize my dreams and hopes. You truly opened my eyes to things I never even noticed before, God, I just love you girl!! I can't believe that we didn't get to be friends before, and now this semester you're graduating, but I know deep inside that you'll always be one of my best friends that I truly trust and hopefully my partner in A Games company in the future! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somz, you, being there just comforts me. You truly one of my best friends and I can never picture my life without you there. I love you a lot sweetie and I love hearing your thoughts and getting your opinions because we somewhat has the same mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3laya, you are awesome and cool! I don't think I'll be able to handle the fact that most of my friends are going to graduate this semester if you weren't with me. I'm glad that you always there when I need you and how you remind me of important things that I need to see. Love you hon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-5279041517605606126?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5279041517605606126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5279041517605606126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5279041517605606126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5279041517605606126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2009/02/falling-in-fight-for-right-path.html' title='Falling in a fight for the Right Path'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/SZNQhZecNcI/AAAAAAAAABM/KHs5Fh3tke8/s72-c/queenava3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-4750538027948220010</id><published>2007-10-29T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T04:18:08.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ღ Taking Over My Life ღ</title><content type='html'>Recently, I feel like uni is taking all my time. I rarely have any fun now and I am almost busy with projects, work and studying all the time. To say the truth, it's not that I study that much, but it's more like I have a load of work that takes a lot of my time or actually most of my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the fun and happy things that happened to me from summer till now are a lot. One of them is being accepted as an MSP (Microsoft Student Partner)which is a nice opportunity for having Microsoft sponsor us, so we can or able to do fun stuff or at least activities that attract the students. It's a great experience as I see it and I hope that my internship will be with them. We had one meeting with Microsoft till now which was in summer holiday and I truly enjoyed my time there because I learned a lot of new technologies they are working on and of course, seeing my friends made me happy as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is being part of CITA where I met AD_Queen seeing a great shock on her face, ha ha ha. That something I won't forget I guess, it was fun meeting and I had fun and I am so looking forward to working with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other things is that one of my favorite idols has came back from studying abroad and now completing his activities, his tours and he's working on a new drama that I am currently watching which is called "Yukan Club". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say more guys because I have finished my class now and I have to meet my sis which is here in uni and her dorm is close to mine (kind of cool to have a sis, you never know when you need something and ask her to bring it to me or something, LOL). That mostly it! Missed you a lot Funky, I hope that I will see you soon sweety ^_^ and AD_Queen: Looking forward to see you again! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-4750538027948220010?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/4750538027948220010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=4750538027948220010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4750538027948220010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4750538027948220010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/10/taking-over-my-life.html' title='ღ Taking Over My Life ღ'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-1264997125664912618</id><published>2007-08-21T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:16:29.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping habits'/><title type='text'>ღ Sleeping Habits ღ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/7792/chiyowu6.gif" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Shot at 2007-08-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic sums up my state right now. I'm tired and little exhausted from my sleeping habits. It's growing bad with days and I'm worried about my first week in uni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"When do you sleep?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple question I always hear and especially in the holiday since I was truly missing sleeping so much in uni since there are times that I have to stay all night long to study or work for a project. usually in this holiday, I sleep at 9 am. Sometimes I stay up like today and maybe more like 3 pm or something. I know it's bad for the body, but I can't help it. I can't control it. It's the same thing if I am in bed, I stay for 5 hours most of the time trying to sleep, so I started of making a strategy to tire and exhaust myself up to be able to sleep. But, sometimes that fails to happen because I have the ability to stay awake for the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am in bed, I keep thinking and thinking for hours and hours which is tiring to the mind. Therefore, I rather being online, checking on things or watching movies than staying still in bed. I hope I can find a solution for this soon. At least, before uni starts or I'll be in a serious trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm out for good this time!! &lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-1264997125664912618?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/1264997125664912618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=1264997125664912618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/1264997125664912618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/1264997125664912618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/08/sleeping-habits.html' title='ღ Sleeping Habits ღ'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-6904058070301087763</id><published>2007-08-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:54:49.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hana Kimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delightful Girl Choon Hyang'/><title type='text'>ღ Korean and Japanese Drama  ღ</title><content type='html'>As I promised before, I'll post information about a few dramas that I watched during this holiday. I'll also post link for you all to download the episodes as well or watch them online. I will start with a Japanese Drama called &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hanazakari_no_Kimitachi_e"&gt;Hana Kimi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/7387/hanazakarinokimitachiebkd3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Shot at 2007-08-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Title: Hana Kimi (Hanazakari no Kimitachi e) / For You in Full Blossom &lt;br /&gt;Genre: High school Romance Comedy&lt;br /&gt;Episodes: 12&lt;br /&gt;Status: Unfinished / Currently airing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Drama is based on the popular &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hana-Kimi"&gt;manga &lt;/a&gt;from the same name. The story is about &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Horikita_Maki"&gt;Ashiya Mizuki&lt;/a&gt;, a girl who idolizes a guy named &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Oguri_Shun"&gt;Sano Izumi&lt;/a&gt; who compete in the High Jump on the t.v, but suddenly stops for an injury. In order to make her idol jump again, she run away from home (U.S) to Japan to be closer to him. She transfer to his High School, but the problem is, it's an all-boys school. So, her adventure of keeping her secret uncovered and pretend to be a guy in an all-boys high school starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; ~ Spoilers ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ashiya &lt;/span&gt;who transfered all the way to an all-boys school just to meet her idol &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sano&lt;/span&gt; to convince him to high jump again had a main reason. When Sano was in U.S for a competition, he was badly injured because he saved a girl who was surrounded by bad men at night. That girl was Ashiya herself. That's the reason why she wanted to make him jump again because she feels responsible for what happened to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told her family that she wanted to do something really important for her in Japan. Although they didn't agree, she cut her hair and left U.S (ran from home) and applied to the school which Sano in. She learned how to act, dress, eat and talk like guys which worked very well till she was injured in a marathon and had to go to the nurse's office where her identity was discovered by &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Kamikawa_Takaya"&gt;Dr. Umeda Hokuto&lt;/a&gt;. But, after knowing her reasons, he supported her and helped her each time she needed a help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, is she's really going to survive now that she moved to Sano's room and started being his roommate?? Will she be able to keep her identity uncovered, or will Sano know that she's a girl?? How will everybody else react if they knew? and how will &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Ikuta_Toma"&gt;Nakatsu Shuichi&lt;/a&gt; react after having a hard time dealing with his feelings towards her, thinking that she's a guy and he's starting to be a homosexual. This Japanese drama is truly funny. I'm a big fan of Hana Kimi since I read the manga and I loved it. There is also a Taiwanese series of Hana Kimi as well, but the Japanese version is much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my rate is 10/10 for this drama. I love the funny soundtracks, the awesome graphics, the funny and different characters and of course the story. I just love the comedy and funny moments this series have. Here is a music video to see how funny this drama is, showing how Nakatsu likes Ayashi, lol. Enjoy ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OlTifXFy2Tk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OlTifXFy2Tk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=qIf6c04j2Ds"&gt;music video&lt;/a&gt; which introduce the main actors in this series with their real names as well. For those who are fan of Japanese drama, Sano Izumi (Oguri Shun) is Hanazawa Rui from Hana Yori dango I and II. Ashiya Mizuki (Horikita Maki) is the heroine from Nobuta Wo Produce and Kurosagi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To download the torrents for Hana Kimi drama go &lt;a href="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/index.php?cont=btpage"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. To watch them online in great quality or download them with veoh player go &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/search.html?numResults=20&amp;action=search&amp;type=&amp;fromSearchForm=fromSearchForm&amp;search=Hanazakari+no+Kimitachi+e"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Also, you always can find them in youTube as well. Just search by it's name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, about the next drama which is a really funny one that made me laugh all the time in the first half of it is called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delightful_Girl_Choon-Hyang"&gt;Delightful Girl Choon-Hyang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is Korean drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/3825/sassy01cy3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Shot at 2007-08-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Title: Delightful Girl Choon-Hyang / Sassy Girl Chun-hyang&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Romance Comedy &lt;br /&gt;Episodes: 17&lt;br /&gt;Status: Finished / Complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening for this drama is odd with the main actors wearing some old aged clothes. The story begins when &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lee Mong-ryong&lt;/span&gt; a guy who gets in fight all the time and been transferring for many times is moving again as well. This time, he transferred from Seoul to a high school in Namwon. (Seoul is a big city while Namwon is like a country side village). He accidentally see &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chun-Hyang&lt;/span&gt; a girl climbing the wall and jumping to the other side and fall on him while he was shooting a video on his cellphone, so he got embarrassing video of her. She checked his cellphone and was shocked and ended up smashing his phone. In return, Mong-ryong who was upset, got her cellphone as replacement because she didn't agree to repair his and ran away. As a result, they kept in contact, to discover later that they are in the same school as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some events where Mong-ryong and Chun-Hyang ended up sleeping in the same place, but nothing happened between them, they found themselves forced into marriage by their families. They had to agree on the mirrage or Chun-Hyang who is a top student is going to lose her chance of getting into the best University. So, with time, they both develop some feelings for each other and Chun-Hyang change the lazy and spoiled Mong-Ryong to a better man. She even helped him in his studies and he gained that allow him to go to the best University in South Korea as her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Chae-rin who is Mong-ryong's first love who rejected him at the beginning which was one of the reasons he changed his mind about marriage, was dumped. At that time, she started to turn her attentions to Mong-ryong and confess her love to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, things becomes more complicated when a strict cold man Byun Hak-do falls in love with Chun-hyang who her love changed him to be more softer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~ Spoilers ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when she refuse him many times and no matter how hard he tries, rather than giving up. Byun Hak-do becomes more determined to make her fall in love with him at any cost taking advantage of the relationship between Mong-ryong and Chae-rin to end up teaming up with Chae-rin to break the couple and their marriage as well. When all their plans seems to fail, Byun Hak-do set up Mong-Ryong for a crime and videotape it to blackmail Chun-hyang into breaking up with Mong-Ryong and being with him instead only a few days before their official wedding ceremony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun-hyang who is forced to obey break up with her husband and pretend to be with Byun Hak-do and do everything he says until the day they are going to leave to Japan together. She ran off from the plane and went on hiding from everyone. What will happen when she ran into Byun Hak-do again? and what will Mong-Ryong do when he know the truth behind her request of divorce?? That is what will you know after you watch this awesome funny drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this drama 9/10 to be one of the funniest drama I ever watched. It even have some scenes after the episode ends which is as funny as the drama is. My rating was based on the story, the amazing soundtracks that are cute and warm and the characters personalities and acting which is great. This drama also has a part where everything  gets complicated and you're not sure how it will end up like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good music video that I enjoyed watching. It sums up the whole drama. Hope you'll enjoy it too!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTstKpOP_W4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTstKpOP_W4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another good &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=pUoFRqpINJE"&gt;music video&lt;/a&gt; that I liked. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To download this drama go &lt;a href="http://www.d-addicts.com/forum/viewtopic_12331.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. To watch the series online or download it from Veoh Player, go &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/search.html?numResults=20&amp;action=search&amp;type=&amp;fromSearchForm=fromSearchForm&amp;search=Delightful+Girl+Choon+Hyang"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the time truly move quickly since it's already afternoon and I didn't sleep yet, lol. Well, I'm out for now!! Good day everyone! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-6904058070301087763?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/6904058070301087763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=6904058070301087763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6904058070301087763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6904058070301087763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/08/korean-and-japanese-drama.html' title='ღ Korean and Japanese Drama  ღ'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-4922157871025287215</id><published>2007-08-19T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:02:52.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee Prince Korean Drama music video'/><title type='text'>ღ University is approaching ღ</title><content type='html'>Finally, university is coming closer and closer by the day and although I'm ready for it (I think) still I will have a hard time saying goodbye to my holiday. I did many things in my holiday that I am satisfied so far. I watched a lot of movies that I missed because of studying. Also, I watched awesome Korean and Japanese Drama that I truly and still enjoying. I watched wonderful anime, read a lot of manga and went shopping for uni. I even took lessons learning Japanese language which so far going really good. Hopefully I'll be able to write the Kanji easily soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching an awesome Korean Drama called "Coffee Prince" which is still airing  but it's really addictive. I got hooked to it from the first episode and couldn't stop myself from watching. Here is my review about this awesome drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img53.imageshack.us/my.php?image=poster3qx1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/1589/poster3qx1.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coffee Prince / 커피프린스 1호점 (or "The 1st Shop of Coffee Prince") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number of Episodes: 17 + 1 special&lt;br /&gt;Broadcasting Company: MBC &lt;br /&gt;Subbed Episodes So Far: 12&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Romance, Comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Eun Chan is a cheerful girl who had to take care of her family after her father died when she was sixteen and started working non stopping to feed her family (her mother and younger sister) by having multiple jobs for the whole day. She is a tomboy who doesn't care for her looks and dress up like guys. One day because of an accident, she was mistaken for a guy by Choi Han Seong. Being asked to be a lover for Choi Han Seong and being paid for it, Go Eun Chan agrees and keep pretending to be a guy. Together they ruined all the arranged marriage done by his grandmother. However, they both starts developing feelings to each other and Choi Han Seong employs Go Eun Chan in his cafe called "Coffee Prince" where only men are working. She kept hiding the truth and couldn't confess to Choi Han Seong about being a woman although she fell in love with him being afraid that he'll fire her. Choi Han Seong who thinks that Go Eun Chan is a man, start having a deep pain and fights over his homosexuality feelings towards her. So, when he discovers that she lied to him and that she's actually a woman, what do you think would happen?? Will they stay together, or not?? Will she be able to work again in Coffee Prince? Watch the drama to know what's going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this drama 10/10 for having great soundtracks that melts the hearts. For having a great story and definitely awesome characters. The drama doesn't concentrate only on those main characters, but they have other characters like the co-workers in the "Coffee Prince", and other main characters as well. Still, there are deep secrets that yet to be revealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more about this drama or download the episodes, subtitles and OST visit &lt;a href="http://www.soompi.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=126029"&gt;Soompi&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.d-addicts.com/forum/viewtopic_50467.htm"&gt;D-Addicts&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a music video for Coffee Prince in youTube which. You can also find the 12 subbed episode on youTube or &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v755496DZtRZq9s?searchId=4071463624531155898&amp;rank=90"&gt;veoh&lt;/a&gt; and download them as well. Much better quality than youTube and have more features as well, but you have to register, then download the Veoh Tv player and then, you'll be able to download as much videos as you want and torrents without having a limitation. If you don't want to search for them, just visit &lt;a href="http://hoomie.com/asian/moviedf416a837.htm"&gt;Hoomie&lt;/a&gt; and watch the 12 episodes online. Anyway, enjoy the music video for now!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2vaI7yo6-g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2vaI7yo6-g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who like K-Pop, this &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v9096338D2WAjGe"&gt;music video&lt;/a&gt; is for you!! Also, another awesome music video with Back Street Boys song &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v944652rCggmKa6"&gt;"Inconsolable"&lt;/a&gt; Enjoy ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this drama I watched a lot of other finished drama like Dal Ja's Spring, Delightful Girl Chun Hyang, Kurosagi and Nobuto Wo Produce. Also, I'm currently watching unfinished Japanese Drama called "Hana Kimi" which is awesome originally taken from a manga from the same name. I will write more reviews about these dramas after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since university is going to start in the 2nd of September, I have a little more time to enjoy the rest of my holiday. I bought everything needed for uni and I'm going to move to a new hostel (or dorm) as well. Much better place than where I used to be, so I have a feeling that this semester is going to be a better one and I'm going to try my best to start strong, studying comes in the first place and everything else in second. It used to be the opposite, but from now on, I will change that and hopefully it will work. Anyway, I'm out for now and I'll try to post something soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day for everyone!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-4922157871025287215?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/4922157871025287215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=4922157871025287215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4922157871025287215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4922157871025287215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/08/university-is-approaching.html' title='ღ University is approaching ღ'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-7100945250699676645</id><published>2007-07-12T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:32:43.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>~ Back again ~</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since my last post and I'm glad to post again after finishing a long sad time of finals and school. Most of the grades aren't as I expected and in the end I failed to raisemy GPA, but I hope that will change in the future though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was planning on taking a summer course, but I didn't find any in my uni, so I decided to take one in Italy, but sadly, the trip was canceled in the end. It's for the better though since in this way I'll be able to enjoy my holidy especially that I don't feel like studying at all. The first thing I did after finishing my finals was playing videogames or to be exact PS2. Then, I was planning on going to the cinema, but I didn't like any of the movies shown at that time, so I went to the arcade instead and kept playing the whole day till my legs couldn't carry me anymore :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motsly, my holiday is playing videogames, or watching movies, or designing, or writing, or being online. I wanted to take some learning courses online at least at the beginning of July, but I didn't yet. I'm planning to though since I want to take advantage of this holiday. I'm thinking of taking some programming lessons and learning more of Japanese language. I hope that it will be enjoyable as I believe it will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been having trouble sleeping. I always have problem with my sleeping habits from time to time, but this time is bad as before when I was in uni. At that time,. I couldn't sleep at all or at least for 1 or 2 hours only. But now, I ca't sleep no matter how hard I try till I get really tired and can't open my eyes anymore. I mean, I stay almost everyday till 9 am or even more. I sometimes even stay till 1 pm or more. My mom is really mad at me and want me to change my sleeping habits and I hope I'll be able to since I know it's not good for my body. but, I tried so many times and I even go to bed early and stay for more than 5 hours not feeling sleepy at all. So, I'm kind of tired of wasting my time like that and thought of taking advantage of it by doing something. It seems like my mom rather me staying in bed than doing anything at all :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to a lovely song that I truly like which called "Dear Life" from "Step Up" movie soundtracks and I just love this song. Here the lyrics for the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Dear Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my baby, Oh my Love&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooh woah, oh, woah...woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early was the morn&lt;br /&gt;Flowers filled with dew&lt;br /&gt;I became somebody through loving you&lt;br /&gt;Softly as a child&lt;br /&gt;Born in natural rain&lt;br /&gt;I predict the seasons to go unchanged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life&lt;br /&gt;You run across a love unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Without a reason, it seems like you belong&lt;br /&gt;Hold on Dear Life &lt;br /&gt;Don’t go off running from what’s new&lt;br /&gt;I became somebody through loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm was the sun&lt;br /&gt;That covered my body so&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of you as I’d first known&lt;br /&gt;Those was the days&lt;br /&gt;The days that changed my life&lt;br /&gt;And made me new&lt;br /&gt;I became somebody through loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life&lt;br /&gt;You run across a love unknown&lt;br /&gt;Without a reason, it feels like you belong&lt;br /&gt;Hold on Dear Life&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go off running from what’s new&lt;br /&gt;I became somebody through loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun shined&lt;br /&gt;Down on me&lt;br /&gt;I know with you in love is where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Oooh sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I go on through life &lt;br /&gt;thinking that love is something that &lt;br /&gt;Not meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooah...Somebody, somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on dear life&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go off running from what’s new&lt;br /&gt;I became somebody through loving you&lt;br /&gt;I became somebody through loving you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I became somebody through loving you&lt;br /&gt;Woah, oh. Oooooooooooo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything more to say, nothing really happened, it's the same old things all over again. I just missed my friends and I certainly will check on your blogs soon. Take care till then and wish you all a good day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-7100945250699676645?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7100945250699676645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=7100945250699676645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7100945250699676645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7100945250699676645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-again.html' title='~ Back again ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-491516217950335618</id><published>2007-05-28T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T06:18:21.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Final Exams ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Hard times always give me the ability to continue, teach me how hard life is and whatever comes at that time is horrible, but in the end after I get what I want and reach my goal, everything draws a smile on my face because of the pleasure feeling that comes after the hard work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since my last post in here and it's because I had a lot going on and I needed to take care of cause they are my top priority. Mostly it's because of the quizes, projects, tests, homework and now finals. I don't even  have the time to have fun or actually I do, but it's a little and not as I used to have before &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot have been going on. I finished one of my finals and I'm starting my second one next week. I have been through a lot considering a project with my group which I totally ended up hating myself for it. I wanted another subject for the project and it ended up being something totally different and I ended up doing all the work too which was kind of disappointing because the group is people I know and I'm kind of considering them as friends, but they totally showed as something else. Still, they are good people that I enjoy hang out with, but they are not cool at all when it comes to work. I was planning on working alone on the project I want, but I felt bad for them because I'm going to leave them alone without help and they are only two and I'm the third in the group which is supposed to be 5-6 actually, so it's truly not fair and anyway it was good, but not fun so it's kind of lost the whole purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been having a good chats with some friends online and I truly discovered that I'm so opened online and closed in real life. It's like I am a totatly different person :p but it's kind of fun since that more than enough to me to be who I want to be, but can't in real life. Trust is a big issue for me and it's not like I don't trust others, it's just openning up to them that is a whole different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some of the fun I had last week was me and friend SomZ made something that made us laugh so hard, but enjoy our time in the same time. This is what we wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I saw her in the street wearing red and white&lt;br /&gt;She caught my heart really uptight&lt;br /&gt;She said hi, I said bye&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk but I was really shy&lt;br /&gt;She called her mom and told a lie&lt;br /&gt;That I talked to her, but she didn’t reply&lt;br /&gt;I was really shocked and gave her the eye&lt;br /&gt;She said I’m sorry but I had to try&lt;br /&gt;I said don’t worry, and waved goodbye&lt;br /&gt;She turned around and started to cry&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t resist the tears in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She was too cute to be passed by&lt;br /&gt;Except I knew, she was playing high&lt;br /&gt;I went to her and said why&lt;br /&gt;She said just go, don’t even try&lt;br /&gt;You had your chance and you let it fly&lt;br /&gt;She played it tough, acting hard to get&lt;br /&gt;I told her fine! I don’t give a shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, that was funny to make and truly changed my mood. Anyway, that's all for now and I'm not sure if I'll be able to post soon or after the finals, but see you till next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are reading this, I missed all of you guys especially Funky, Mitsu, Faith, AD_Queen and TL. I've been wondering how were you lately and sorry I'm not even viewing your blogs anymore, but I will after I finish my finals, start my summer holiday and have fun like a mad girl :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-491516217950335618?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/491516217950335618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=491516217950335618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/491516217950335618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/491516217950335618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/05/final-exams.html' title='~ Final Exams ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-9063082820650469020</id><published>2007-04-14T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T05:04:31.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avatars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free style'/><title type='text'>~ Creative Stuff ~</title><content type='html'>I know I've been away for a long time, but I have exams and projects that I yet still not finished. In this post I'm going to post the avatars I made and promised you all about and I wrote a lot of things recently that I would like to share with you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When I close my eyes"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see you clearly&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;You opened your arms for me&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you whispering &lt;br /&gt;With a nice breeze of your breath&lt;br /&gt;You told me “I love you”&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;With those hands of yours&lt;br /&gt;You held me closely&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never opened them&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you will not be there&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to stay in the dream forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Loneliness"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness kills me inside&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me to a dark room&lt;br /&gt;Blind cover everything&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to see anything&lt;br /&gt;I move around searching&lt;br /&gt;For someone to show me the way&lt;br /&gt;The way to my home&lt;br /&gt;The way to my life&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels the same&lt;br /&gt;Pain is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Trying to ignore the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Trying to ignore the pain&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how to leave&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing the way to the door&lt;br /&gt;I keep on searching &lt;br /&gt;Not giving up yet&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the reason&lt;br /&gt;Why should I return?&lt;br /&gt;Will someone miss me now&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear a voice within me&lt;br /&gt;A voice that tells me&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" To forgive "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forgive &lt;br /&gt;Is not to forget&lt;br /&gt;To forgive&lt;br /&gt;Is not to hold back&lt;br /&gt;To forgive you need to know&lt;br /&gt;That after it you will let go&lt;br /&gt;To forgive is to remember&lt;br /&gt;That we have a room in our heart&lt;br /&gt;To start all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Thoughts"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being lost in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;without figuring out a thing&lt;br /&gt;Being confused by my heart&lt;br /&gt;without knowing what it means&lt;br /&gt;Being hurt by some friends&lt;br /&gt;without having any reasons&lt;br /&gt;Being stubborn by my pride&lt;br /&gt;without thinking about others&lt;br /&gt;Being thinking about all of this&lt;br /&gt;without sorting anything yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Missing Piece "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I need to do something&lt;br /&gt;Yet not being able to change anything&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about how I am to you&lt;br /&gt;Yet not accepting to know the answer&lt;br /&gt;Having no reason to be this confused&lt;br /&gt;Yet not believing the emptiness in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to know your place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yet not being able to admit it to myself&lt;br /&gt;Asking a lot of questions on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Yet not having anyone to answer them&lt;br /&gt;Trying to believe that you weren't a dream&lt;br /&gt;Yet not seeing any sign of you to say you aren't&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for you to show up in my life again&lt;br /&gt;Yet not ready to be in pain all over again&lt;br /&gt;Admitting defeat is what I really should say&lt;br /&gt;Yet not being able to give up on you in this way&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that you read this wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Yet not sure if that's what I truly want&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing more to add or say&lt;br /&gt;Yet not happy to finish it this way&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a wallpaper after a long time, hope you like it because I know I did ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imagehost.ro/viewer.php?img=141440334620bdb18ddd5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The avatars I made are this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagehost.ro/pict//141436284620bcbcd8dc1.jpg" alt=""/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagehost.ro/pict//141436514620bcd392edc.jpg" alt=""/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagehost.ro/pict//141437364620bd01003c1.jpg" alt=""/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagehost.ro/pict//141437544620bd121bfbd.jpg" alt=""/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagehost.ro/pict//141438194620bd2b0be71.jpg" alt=""/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagehost.ro/pict//141438474620bd47999b8.jpg" alt=""/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagehost.ro/pict//141439324620bd74ccec7.jpg" alt=""/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagehost.ro/pict//141439564620bd8c24d92.jpg" alt=""/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be posting soon, but I'll try to as soon as I finish my exams and have some free time. Wish you all a good day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mitsu, Funky, Faith, AD_Queen, TL, and for those I forgot to mention. I miss you all and hope you're doing great guys!! Take care and see ya soon! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-9063082820650469020?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/9063082820650469020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=9063082820650469020' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/9063082820650469020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/9063082820650469020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/04/creative-stuff.html' title='~ Creative Stuff ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5533747788182110813</id><published>2007-03-20T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:54:24.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ HoPe A NeW DaY wIlL WaSh AwAy My WorRiEs ~</title><content type='html'>For some reason right now I’m confused with being tired and having a little headache and a little bad feeling considering my studies. I have no idea what should I do to make myself study for real. I only study for real whenever the exam is tomorrow and I always study at the last moment which is the most thing I hate in me. I mean, I like to finish my projects early, my homework sometimes and work, but when it comes to studying, I just leave it to the end of the list. I do not say that I don’t study, I really do. However, it’s not enough since I’m planning to have great grades and increase my GPA. I tried studying in the weekend back at my home, but after couple of days, I just forget everything. But, I find it easier when I restudy it again later. I need a little push up to study and leave the fun to the last. I always prefer playing first, then studying which is bad since I waste a lot of time on playing and have a short time on studying. Then, I have to sleep so late and sometimes I don’t even sleep at all and continue till the next day which is bad for my brain, my body and health. I’ll try my best this week to change that in me. I have a lot of homework and I didn’t even solved one since the submitting is due next week, so I just say to myself that I have a lot of time. I need to organize myself from now, so I walk after it till I graduate and have a good plan on studying and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that upset me and confuse me is me not being able to design lately because I don’t feel like it and I don’t have inspiration at all. It’s weird since I was a designing maniac who design like 5 awesome wallpapers in a day or at least at the end of my day, I feel like I accomplished something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that slipped my mind and I never thought about is Creating a program or at least a simple one. I don’t even know how to do it and it’s like I’m just waiting till couple of years later to learn what I need to know in order to program something, but there are a lot of things that I can do instead of waiting like reading about it and learning by myself because that’s what true learning is. It’s all about going after what you want to know and you long to know by yourself and by your hard work and you’ll be satisfied by the results. It’s not really a difficult thing to do since I love it and I enjoy it and even if it was a little hard to understand at first, I just need to try over and over again till I accomplish what I want. In order to solve this one, I’m thinking of having some lessons online or read some websites for that purpose and improve my coding and even learn new languages to code on which I believe is going to be handy for sure and going to make me one step closer to my dream of becoming a videogames designer and maker ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also a little mad that I didn’t take any Japanese lessons lately because I’m too busy on studying and having exams everyday, but I’ll do my best to learn at least something everyday even if it was a simple thing. I’m also thinking of taking French course next semester to learn French. I know I’m going to enjoy it a lot!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in this week which I'll write about later in details and specially about .Net Club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://mitsuki-dxb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mitsu &lt;/a&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rule says:&lt;/strong&gt;“Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I talk to myself whenever there is something that upset me.&lt;br /&gt;2. I only love kids when they're quiet and still not able to move because as soon as they move, they become a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm allergic to Ketchup and tomato.&lt;br /&gt;4. Everyone tells me that I'm a moody person (I'm in the black list of Mitsu &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;5. I take an hour or a half till I fall a sleep.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to write whenever I'm upset whether it explaining why am I upset or just some quotes and songs.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hot weather, shouting people and feeling hungry makes me angry and drive me mad.&lt;br /&gt;8. I carry my laptop with me wherever I go even in meetings (I'm so loyal ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;9. I take a lot of online lessons in whatever that interest me like Japanese and French language and also Programming.&lt;br /&gt;10. I love to put my laptop in my stomach whenever I'm working on it or watching something (it's something I can't help since I hate putting it in the desk I just like ot put on my legs or stomach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simply-faith.blogspot.com/"&gt;*!~Faith~!* &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toturedladydxb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tortured Lady&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miss22.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s-dolphin.blogspot.com/"&gt;S-Dolphin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterflywishez.blogspot.com/"&gt;butterfly wishez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitsu: This is what you asked for hon and I hope you like it. Although it’s so simple. Anyway, hope you will like it and tell me honestly what do you think about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img135.imageshack.us/my.php?image=mitsucr5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/7467/mitsucr5.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-5533747788182110813?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5533747788182110813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5533747788182110813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5533747788182110813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5533747788182110813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/03/hope-new-day-will-wash-away-my-worries.html' title='~ HoPe A NeW DaY wIlL WaSh AwAy My WorRiEs ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5057640526248131936</id><published>2007-03-09T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:19:34.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ BusY dAyS ~</title><content type='html'>I've been busy a lot lately. I have too load of work, quizes and tests which made me unable to be online for a while. Last week, I had 3 quizes and a test with some homework I have to submit. Some of the quizes were a little hard, but others were good. I'm waiting for the grades and I hope I did well in them all. Also, I have a big goal this semester which is to study from the beginning. I always study whenever I have a quiz or a test, but I want to change that since I want to increase my GPA this course. I don't want to end up regretting not being able to increase it and put the blame on myself. I'll just do everything I can and whatever I get will satisfy me since I worked hard for it. A while ago, I read something on the Internet which touched my heart and I'd love to share it with you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend is someone we turn to&lt;br /&gt;when our spirits need a lift.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone we treasure&lt;br /&gt;for our friendship is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who fills our lives&lt;br /&gt;with beauty, joy, and grace.&lt;br /&gt;And makes the whole world we live in&lt;br /&gt;a better and happier place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people will walk in &lt;br /&gt;and out of your life, &lt;br /&gt;but only true friends will leave &lt;br /&gt;footprints in your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trully believe in that, it's only true friends who are going to stay forever in our heart and mind. They're memories will always remain in our life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back to writing again after a long time and I wrote a lot of things which I'm going to post later along with the things I made using photoshop. I guess this are one of the reasons that I'm not online lately since I'm the kind of person who focus in one thing. Lately, I've been focusing on my friends and enjoying my time with them. Also, I've been focusing in having fun at my current hostel since I'm going to move out the next semester and be seperated from all the people I know there. This hostel carried a lot of memories these past two years. I had a lot of hard situations, but also good ones as well. I met a lot of great people and some of them are my best friends now. Whenever I walk in this hostel, each spot has a memory of it's own whether it was with a friend, or being alone in pain. Even the bad memories aren't that bad now and I don't hate to think about them as before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trully believe that there are things that changed in me since I entered university, but I don't find them all bad. I'm more social now and I finally stood up for myself when I get hurt. I used to forget about my feelings and care only for others, but uni taught me that I should only care for myself first in order to care for others. I also cherish time more now and hate to waste it on people who don't deserve it. I try myself to learn the word "NO" whenever it's needed, but it's still a little hard for me to say it to others when I don't want to do something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, the door to my past has opened again and I'm trying to see the bright side of it and remember the happy times and have a soft smile when I remember the bad times. I discovered something that I find special. Everything that we think is impossible and can't bear with it till forever heals with time. Time trully heal everything even the most painful moments. We sure still remember them and maybe our chests ache whenever their thought across our mind, but still it's not as before. I find out that "Where there is a will, there is a way". Life goes on no matter what you do, it's only your choice whether to move on leaving the past behind your back and make it a push up to the coming, or being locked with the past and each moment for you is painful and reminder of everything that happened before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm happy to say that I'm the kind who is letting go of the past and looking forward for the future and living the present as each new day is a new beginning in the biggest adventure in the whole world which is to live..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go to sleep now. Good night everyone and hope you have a happy good day!! See ya all! ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-5057640526248131936?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5057640526248131936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5057640526248131936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5057640526248131936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5057640526248131936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy-days.html' title='~ BusY dAyS ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-3367742340551691195</id><published>2007-02-16T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T04:38:39.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ SoMe Wallpapers FrOm ThE PaSt ~</title><content type='html'>Although I have a blog, I never posted any wallpapers of what I make. I used to have a lot of them since I was so addicted to Photoshop, but unfortuntly my PC was formatted and all of them were gone and I was able only to save a few things. At that time I was preparing for making a website called "Games World" which I wanted it to be for videogames mainly, and a little part for anime and manga. After that I didn't really design a lot like I used to. Maybe because those stuff were my hard work for years and they were more than 400 wallpapers which I made in two years and I really loved them. Anyway, enough from opening a big wound of my heart since the website already was made and gone with the wind in mins. I hope everyone will like these wallpapers and make comments on them. They are old, but not that bad, LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them are 800 x 600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img87.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dnangelwall2oe9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/4348/dnangelwall2oe9.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img77.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dnangelwall1sn8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/2453/dnangelwall1sn8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img187.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dnangelwall3qd3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/9645/dnangelwall3qd3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/my.php?image=narutowall1ts8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/9246/narutowall1ts8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=heatherwall1zx8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/9920/heatherwall1zx8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img220.imageshack.us/my.php?image=fatalframewall1rg2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/81/fatalframewall1rg2.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like to write a lot. I think I should post something I wrote in the future and show off to you guys, LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-3367742340551691195?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/3367742340551691195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=3367742340551691195' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3367742340551691195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3367742340551691195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-wallpapers-from-past.html' title='~ SoMe Wallpapers FrOm ThE PaSt ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-1838081602680398984</id><published>2007-02-14T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T08:22:38.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ It'S FiNaLlY hErE ~</title><content type='html'>Good Morning everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was really long for me. Uni is back and I couldn't post anything since I was almost all the time with my friends just enjoying my time since there is no real studying in first week. I also wasn't able to be here since I don't have my laptop this week. But, I trully enjoyed it with some of my friends, but other times I was really bored and had bad headaches. I'm happy that the weekend is finally here, so I can sleep probably for these few days since my sleep turned upside down because of uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally at home and my stomach hurts me like hell since I ate a lot. I miss my mom food and I barely eat in uni in the hostel, I only eat while I'm in the college which are all junk food. I'm also thinking of going to the gym and started working out a little bit so my body have it's original shape before I enter the uni (I gained weight since I came to uni). I'm drinking my fav drink now which is Dew and I think it's probably the big reason for me to gain weight, LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to play today the whole day and tomorrow I'll study a little and I'll solve the h.w I have and prepare my things for uni again and then go back to playing and sleeping. I'll try my best and work hard this course to raise my GPA and have good marks and hopefully a lot of "A", lol so I might not be active like I used to since I need to study everyday and not just when I have a quiz and exams, but still I'll be updating whenever I got the time. So, see ya around everyone and I'll try to check on ur blogs from time to time and I hope you all doing good with your studying or work. Good luck and take care you all!! ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-1838081602680398984?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/1838081602680398984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=1838081602680398984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/1838081602680398984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/1838081602680398984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-finally-here.html' title='~ It&apos;S FiNaLlY hErE ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-1181918496409171070</id><published>2007-02-07T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T06:19:30.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ I've BeEn TaGgEd ~</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://mitsuki-dxb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mitsu&lt;/a&gt;...Thanks hon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Things you don't know about me??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mood becomes bad the whole day if I was a waked by noises or someone noisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whatever I hear when I wake up is going to be on my mind the whole day (like if I set the alarm on my cell and it was a song or whatever, it will never leave my mind that day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love Graphic Design a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate people who cheat and make rumors a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I become so upset and full of worries whenever a friend is in a problem or bad mood. (I care sometimes way too much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can walk away from friends if I started to hate things in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate routine and like to do things different all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In holidays I like staying so late till the next morning and enjoy my time in anything I like specially the Internet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I dislike Arabic teachers and prefer Foreign teachers a lot!! (it's easy to communicate with them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate chocolate and I love Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, this is sooo hard since almost everyone being tagged. Anyway, I tag!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simply-faith.blogspot.com/"&gt;*!~Faith~!*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toturedladydxb.blogspot.com/"&gt;TorturedLady &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teep-ex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkangel-dxb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dark_AngeL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ccdsouza.blogspot.com/"&gt;CeCe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-1181918496409171070?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/1181918496409171070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=1181918496409171070' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/1181918496409171070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/1181918496409171070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-been-tagged.html' title='~ I&apos;ve BeEn TaGgEd ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-3323128045564670180</id><published>2007-02-06T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T09:54:10.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ YoU mEaN a LoT tO mE ~</title><content type='html'>Finally in a good mood after a looooong time!! I've been talking to my friend &lt;strong&gt;Stranger&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday till the morning :P and I felt really happy. I don't know why, maybe because I missed her so much and we used to spend a lot of time in uni together and that happened yesterday too ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also probably said a lot of things which made me feel relaxed and relieved for opening up something to her. I'm trully grateful for having you. I don't think anyone would know me more than you do sweety!! We are so much a like that it probably made us this close. I'm so happy that I met you and this song is dedicated for you hon. Hope you like it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://75.126.58.224/minime.swf?myid=1433636&amp;mycolor=0x0&amp;mycolor2=0xff0066&amp;mycolor3=0xffffff&amp;autoplay=false&amp;f=1" menu="false" quality="best" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" width="160" height="68" name="MyFlashFetish.com" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For all those who supported me and being there for me, I love you guys and this song is also for you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-3323128045564670180?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/3323128045564670180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=3323128045564670180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3323128045564670180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3323128045564670180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-mean-lot-to-me.html' title='~ YoU mEaN a LoT tO mE ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5232011859354684991</id><published>2007-02-05T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T09:58:44.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A MeLoDy ThAt ChAnGeD mY LiFe ~</title><content type='html'>In a time when I was lost and lonely and needed someone to be close to me, but pushing everyone away and thinking I'm better off friends because of stuff that happened to me before. This melody was the light for me. I have no idea why though, but it made me smile and feel safe and calm. It filled me with many emotions and feelings that I can't explain or describe. All I know is that I found myslf after hearing this. I found the light that guided me through a lot of hard times. I loved this melody so much and I cherished it a lot. It means a lot to me although some ppl may think it's lame or plain. I find it awesome and amazing!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from a game called Final Fantasy 9 which is one of my fav of FF series. I enjoyed this game so much and I even played it more than 20 times and it have 4 CDs *eyes wide open* Wow!! I also love the main song for this game which called "Melodies Of Life". A part of this song touched my heart so deep and I felt as if it was made for me. A lot of ppl think that videogames are for kids and has no use at all, but for me it was everything since ppl was nothing to me and I was pushing my family away since I have a hard time opening up my heart to anyone or say how I feel. I hope you'll like the melody which called "Song Of Memory" and the song of this game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this music player on it's memory and it has some of my fav songs and melodies from the game ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://75.126.58.224/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf?myid=1425795&amp;mycolor=0xff0066&amp;mycolor2=0x0&amp;autoplay=false&amp;f=1" menu="false" quality="best" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" width="218" height="155" name="MyFlashFetish.com" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll like my iPod player which was made a long ago, but I forgot about it, LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-5232011859354684991?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5232011859354684991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5232011859354684991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5232011859354684991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5232011859354684991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/02/melody-that-changed-my-life.html' title='~ A MeLoDy ThAt ChAnGeD mY LiFe ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-7680406012625315964</id><published>2007-02-05T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:20:09.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Weird Things ~</title><content type='html'>So, some ppl have a weird behaviour on doing things, but some ppl have a weird way in celebrating. Watch this!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZrg73AjUPE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZrg73AjUPE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is the response for this video. It's cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XM4E8aW2arQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XM4E8aW2arQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty much normal for me. Didn't do anything important. I just watched a couple episodes for Shounen Onmyouji which was very cool!! I also watched some episodes from Devil Beside You Taiwanee Drama. It's based on manga, but I forgot it's name, but anyway the drama rocks!! It's really cool and funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some free time and pretty mad because I don't have Adobe Photoshop to make new designs and design a layout for this blog &gt;.&lt; I'm getting bored with this one already, but I guess I'm gonna change it soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine that I'll be back to uni after few days. Damn, this vacation wasn't that long and I didn't have so fun on it and now I hope if I go back in time to the beginning of it, so I can really enjoy it to the fulliest :D I need to prepare a lot of stuff for uni and specially mentally I think cause I wanna just sit at home and play some videogames or being online enjoying my time. But I guess, we can't have everything we want I mean life isn't that easy. Maybe, the most reason for me not wanting to go is because I decided to cut off a lot of my time online and concetrate in studying since my grades last semester were simply shit. I hope I'll do better this semester and I also can't wait to meet AD_Queen for the first time and Funky again and have a good long chat about how did we meet by our blogs, LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-7680406012625315964?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7680406012625315964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=7680406012625315964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7680406012625315964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7680406012625315964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/02/weird-things.html' title='~ Weird Things ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-7820481776888884304</id><published>2007-02-03T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T13:57:27.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ SuiTaBLe FoR aLl AgEs ~</title><content type='html'>This anime is awesome and yet suitable to all the ages. It's about some kids who has special powers which are called Alice. This anime is called &lt;strong&gt;Gakuen Alice&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gakuen Alice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alternative titles: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice Academy &lt;br /&gt;La Academia Alice &lt;br /&gt;学園アリス &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img253.imageshack.us/my.php?image=49252rvdp7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/9337/49252rvdp7.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story:&lt;/strong&gt;  Mikan is a girl full of vitality living in a local town. She followed her best friend Hotaru who had moved, and she finally reached to Alice Gakuen. But it was a special school that only those who had special abilities called “Alice” could enter. She managed to enter the school, but how did she manage to enter? and what will happen to her life in that school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This anime is 26 episodes which was first released at 1994, but finally continued being subbed recently. This anime was really hard to find and dropped by all the sub groups, but finally &lt;strong&gt;ADTRW &lt;/strong&gt;has picked up this series and slowly been releasing new episodes and I'll have the chance to finally finish watching it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the links for the episodes that was released and I'll post more of them when they are out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://5tgiw40ojencliu.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://knxvwtmwffnjb1h4.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kt3ttwnyoa19d64w0.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfr9zdjbtbmgji2l8aw.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://l8a0wq0rcs3ct4xezza.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://l1o25merfi5xlsfgnb.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://k5v4x16i2su9c2351p.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kkpy6sasvy4wg2zv.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://k2572n4wy88hx4n0s0.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kjzop33ci32br9u2b.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sj3ua0ebz4u4u.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://44kpe4xyrpnpn4.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kk643hlqf6hnql.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://khp73082u5euqlgd.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kl2tbyv8x9skkn86w.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ky54ghg7fwmtjkt27.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://liqcz68iqvnuvi02s.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lxc67n890u4z3hri3ak.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kkb1v027phtb16x.usercash.com/"&gt;Episode 19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img406.imageshack.us/my.php?image=gakuenalice5rz0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/7801/gakuenalice5rz0.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img413.imageshack.us/my.php?image=gakuenalice9so4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/9660/gakuenalice9so4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-7820481776888884304?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7820481776888884304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=7820481776888884304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7820481776888884304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7820481776888884304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/02/suitable-for-all-ages.html' title='~ SuiTaBLe FoR aLl AgEs ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5409200700192080352</id><published>2007-02-01T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:55:11.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ My FoRm ~</title><content type='html'>So, I saw this in one of the blogs I was surfing and I loved the idea. It will make me know more about my visitors (if I had any, LOL) and I wanna know what ppl think about my blog. Hope everyone will stop by and fill in this form. I made it simple, so that everyone could fill it and it won't take more than 5 mintues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="1241" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" style="width:100%;border:none" src="http://queen.wufoo.com/embed/queen-form/"  title="HTML Form"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://queen.wufoo.com/forms/queen-form/" title="HTML form"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill out my Wufoo form!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://wufoo.com/"&gt;Powered by Wufoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-5409200700192080352?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5409200700192080352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5409200700192080352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5409200700192080352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5409200700192080352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-form.html' title='~ My FoRm ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-4171893843255356691</id><published>2007-01-31T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T13:27:24.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ OMG!! Real Final Fantasy ~</title><content type='html'>If you're a Final Fantasy Fan like me, don't you ever wish for it to become true?!?! Specially when you got the chance to have all those adventure. I guess the answer is, who doesn't?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OC8ifoaeUE0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OC8ifoaeUE0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the adventure continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kedTiYvxpAg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kedTiYvxpAg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all are my friend's boddies. What do u think about it? I loved it actually and I hoped that my friend will on it too, but they made it when he was away!! Too bad *.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-4171893843255356691?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/4171893843255356691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=4171893843255356691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4171893843255356691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4171893843255356691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/01/omg-real-final-fantasy.html' title='~ OMG!! Real Final Fantasy ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-699689059051333652</id><published>2007-01-31T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T13:20:34.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ FuNnY ThInGs ~</title><content type='html'>An idea came to my mind today and it was: " I know a lot of funny videos, but I never shared them, how come? ". These things go back for year or more, so I'm not sure if you saw it or not but I'll post them anyway. I saw them at YouTube, so enjoy everyone!! I'm sure they will crack you down :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the ppl who are in pain, sadness, unhappy and tired. Hope this will bright your day!! Remember that there are ppl who care about u guys and just forget all the bad things, life goes on whether your happy or not, so why have the long face ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wish that you'll have a voice like backstreet boys. I know I do and I'm sure these two also hope the same, LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFYDBtKeG2k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFYDBtKeG2k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me about this video which some of his friends made. I think they have a good talent at making ppl laugh!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lduxM0gpuwo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lduxM0gpuwo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/696657638503848873-699689059051333652?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/699689059051333652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=699689059051333652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/699689059051333652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/699689059051333652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/01/funny-things.html' title='~ FuNnY ThInGs ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-1993641443401990433</id><published>2007-01-31T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:48:40.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(¯`·._ _.·´¯)_MaBrỖoỖoỖoK UAE_(¯`·._ _.·´¯)</title><content type='html'>Congrats to UAE for winning the Cup!! Hope that you'll always be this happy and may you always take the lead in everything!! MabroOoOk yal abya'9 El foz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188079050076&amp;amp;site=widget-5c.slide.com" width="350" height="262" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=12&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=144115188079050076&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/p1/144115188079050076/bb_t012_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=12&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=144115188079050076&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/p2/144115188079050076/bb_t012_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/696657638503848873-1993641443401990433?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/1993641443401990433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=1993641443401990433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/1993641443401990433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/1993641443401990433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/01/mabroook-uae.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;(¯`·._ _.·´¯)_MaBrỖoỖoỖoK UAE_(¯`·._ _.·´¯)&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-4698544929042356146</id><published>2007-01-29T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:43:04.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ FoR aLl AnImE lOvErS ~</title><content type='html'>I'm an anime maniac till the core and I thought about sharing the latest anime which I find them awesome. This is the list of anime was released in Fall 2006, but still not finished..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1- Death Note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt;Yagami Light is a top high school student who is bored with his life. However, this change when he picks up a Death Note off the ground. The human whose name is in the notebook will die. At first, Light is doubtful of this claim but decides to give it a try, and he soon discovers the mysterious power that the notebook wields. What would you do if you were granted the power to kill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impression:&lt;/strong&gt; I have just one word to say, awesome. Obata is one of my favourite manga artist, but I was afraid that the drawing won't be like the manga when it transfer to anime form. But, I was totally wrong since it's awesome and I love each part of it. The anime is perfect. I love how I can never predict what's gonna happen next, it's like each step ahead is a surprise. This anime didn't finish yet and have a 15 episodes released already. I recommend everyone to watch it. It's my number one fav anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some pics for the anime:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imageshack.us/my.php?image=01px8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/7654/01px8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img412.imageshack.us/my.php?image=05lx7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/3900/05lx7.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img405.imageshack.us/my.php?image=04st9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/4532/04st9.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2- Ghost Hunt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; After being involved in an incident which accidentally injures Kazuya’s assistant, Mai finds herself having to replace him. So what exactly does she have to do? Assist the 17-year-old Kazuya Shibuya of the Shibuya Psychic Research Center in investigating the paranormal happenings of a supposedly haunted school. Will they find ghosts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impression:&lt;/strong&gt; The animation is awesome!! I loved how this anime is turned to be like a horror movie. I find it great in every way. I loved the story, animation and the characters. I recommend this anime to everyone who likes mystery's or horror's genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some pics for the anime:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img184.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ghost2jh3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img184.imageshack.us/img184/761/ghost2jh3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img166.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ghost3nu4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/6448/ghost3nu4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img405.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ghost4hb6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/8899/ghost4hb6.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3- Yamato Nadesico Shichi Henge:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; 4 boys living in a big mansion. The problem is that they don't have enough money to pay the rent and the owner of the mansion let them live in the mansion with one condition which is to transfer her niece from being creepy to being a lady. Will they succeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impression:&lt;/strong&gt; Although I hate sometimes how the guys looks so girly, but I love how funny is the anime. The animation is great except how the guys look, but everything else is great. This anime reminds me of Ouran Host Club in being so silly, but yet funny. To everyone who likes comedy anime, this is the one ur looking for specially since it's been directed by Nabeshin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some pics for the anime:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img444.imageshack.us/my.php?image=0001aw8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/8430/0001aw8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img182.imageshack.us/my.php?image=0003qu6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/6537/0003qu6.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img166.imageshack.us/my.php?image=0005ba4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/7343/0005ba4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4- Shounen Onmyouji:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; The Heian Era, a time of unprecedented cultural growth for Japan. Enshrouded within both the history and mythology of this time period are the Onmyouji, who performed tasks for the court from keeping track of the calendar to divination to warding off evil spirits. Abe no Masahiro is the grandson of the most reknowned Onmyouji of all, Abe no Seimei. However, unlike his famous grandfather, Masahiro exhibits no signs of supernatural ability that is, until a rabbit-fox-demon falls from the sky and forever changes his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impression:&lt;/strong&gt; I like this anime and the animation is awesome. Although at first I thought it's gonna be boring been historical and stuff, but it wasn't. It's not even historical anime. Maybe the first episodes are a little boring, but after some episodes, this anime takes the lead. You won't be able to resist it and you'll even get addcited to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some pics for the anime:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img266.imageshack.us/my.php?image=00003ll1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/986/00003ll1.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img251.imageshack.us/my.php?image=00004qp3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/488/00004qp3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img451.imageshack.us/my.php?image=00005wt4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/9461/00005wt4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5- D.Gray Man:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Writing the script of mankind’s demise is the Millenium Earl, who uses a human being’s personal tragedy in order to create an Akuma. Akuma are living weapons, souls that are tormented by their sins, which are programmed to evolve as weapons for the Millenium Earl’s own ambitions. And it is the job of an Exorcist to stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impression:&lt;/strong&gt; I liked this anime which has a manga of the same name. The animation is great. The colours tended on the darker side of the spectrum, which works well for the atmosphere of this series. I also like this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some pics for the anime:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img77.imageshack.us/my.php?image=004wv6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/1079/004wv6.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img266.imageshack.us/my.php?image=001mv2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/2116/001mv2.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img258.imageshack.us/my.php?image=006bd7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/7673/006bd7.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-4698544929042356146?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/4698544929042356146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=4698544929042356146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4698544929042356146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/4698544929042356146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-all-anime-lovers.html' title='~ FoR aLl AnImE lOvErS ~'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-3546627493600552886</id><published>2007-01-02T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:51:15.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eid Everyone!!</title><content type='html'>Wishing you every happiness at Eid. Hope your Eid day will be full of cheerful moments that fills your life with wonderful memories. &lt;strong&gt;Eid Mubarak&lt;/strong&gt; to all of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much at Eid. My parents were away and I felt very bad about it because it's the first Eid to spend it without my parents. Today and finally they are home and I'm too happy that I can't believe that finally I'll spend my Eid in a good and enjoyable way ^_^ Welcome back Mom and Dad!! Happy to have you home finally because home isn;t the same without you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-3546627493600552886?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/3546627493600552886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=3546627493600552886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3546627493600552886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3546627493600552886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-eid-everyone.html' title='Happy Eid Everyone!!'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-9137377408162536364</id><published>2007-01-02T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:19:53.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara Baby!!</title><content type='html'>Goodbye to 2006 which was a mixed year for me. It made me happy many times and sad in other times. I can't believe that another year has passed again without accomplishing something big in my life. I had a lot of wonderful things in this year. I made a lot of great friends that I'm trully happy with. I also learned a lot of things in this year although it was in the hard way and the most things I learned about was knowing myself more. Also, a tip to everyone out there. "Never make promises for the future, you never know what's gonna happen and you probably won't be able to keep them". I never realized that this is one of the biggest mistakes I ever done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I trully hope that 2007 is gonna be better for me and that I will achieve something big in my life and specially in my studyings since my grades are going down at the moment &gt;.&lt; I just hope that I'll have a more interesting year and maybe include enjoyment in it too. So, farewell 2006 and hello to 2007!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!! :D I hope it will be a great year for everyone filled with joy and happiness!! Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-9137377408162536364?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/9137377408162536364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=9137377408162536364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/9137377408162536364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/9137377408162536364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2007/01/sayonara-baby.html' title='Sayonara Baby!!'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-6728714549404548978</id><published>2006-12-05T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:08:32.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't think I can live without you anymore"</title><content type='html'>This week was like hell to me. My laptop charger was broken and it will take a long time to be fixed since I'm waiting for my bro to come from work. I don't think anyone can imagine my life, I can't do anything. I can't solve my homework, neither finish my projects nor study. It's like hell to me since I can't do a thing and specially that I can't enjoy my time like I used to. I hate that a lot and it's driving me crazy since I have this all free time that I don't know what to do with. I don't have anything to do and I told my teachers about the problem and some of them understood and spared me from work till it's fixed, but some aren't. I'm currently using a computer in my lab's dorm and I hate it. I miss my laptop a lot and I feel depressed not having it. I really didn't know that it took this really big part in my life. This is one of the times that I really feel helpless and depressed without knowing how to make myself feel better, but I'm waiting for my laptop to be back and I know that's gonna make me feel much better. Living without your laptop just sucks!! I can't wait to have you back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-6728714549404548978?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/6728714549404548978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=6728714549404548978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6728714549404548978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/6728714549404548978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-think-i-can-live-without-you.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t think I can live without you anymore&quot;'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-7190164935957111068</id><published>2006-11-25T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:44:24.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"No matter what happens, I'll always love you my friend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I had some issues with a close friend which leaded to our seperation. Recently, I finally been able to be in touch with her by text messaging which made me feel better and finally yesterday I've been able to talk to her on the phone. Although there was a silent moment and some intense air between us, but I really feel better believing that everything is gonna be alright for us and even if we won't go back like we used to. I really hope that we'll have a new friendship which is even better than before. I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"To my special friend Blue, you're a great friend that I don't wanna lose no matter what and I'm luckey to have you sweety" :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-7190164935957111068?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7190164935957111068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=7190164935957111068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7190164935957111068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/7190164935957111068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-matter-what-happens-ill-always-love.html' title='&quot;No matter what happens, I&apos;ll always love you my friend&quot;'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-5009084229449179304</id><published>2006-11-25T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:23:26.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Someday I will be a Queen, but I will always be myself"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For those who don't know about videogames, there is a great RPG series called Final Fantasy which made by Square Soft and Square Enix and it's so famous around the world. My fav FF series is  FF9 which is one of my fav games ever. I just love the game for a lot of things, I like it for the great soundtracks which performed by Nobuo Uematsu, the wonderful graphics, the story and the awesome characters and specially "Princess Garnet Til Alexandros the 17th" or also called Dagger. She's one of the most fav character that affected me a lot with her lovely personality. She's stubborn, pure, faihtful, honest, caring, brave, ambitious, sensitive and hardworker. She reminded me so much of myself and I liked how she handle things. It made her like a real person who's living in the real world and not just a game. A picture of her when she's wearing her Royal Dress..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7081/85041215637676/1600/958317/ending16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7081/85041215637676/320/572997/ending16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another picture of her when she's wearing a normal a dress to hide her royal indentity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7081/85041215637676/1600/199810/fmv87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7081/85041215637676/320/20683/fmv87.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This picture of her after she cut her hair and she still looks so great as usual ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7081/85041215637676/1600/928989/fmv187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7081/85041215637676/320/409545/fmv187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought of posting this since she's my fav character ever and I think everyone who played FF9 says the same thing about her. She's just great!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696657638503848873-5009084229449179304?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5009084229449179304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=5009084229449179304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5009084229449179304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/5009084229449179304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2006/11/someday-i-will-be-queen-but-i-will.html' title='&quot;Someday I will be a Queen, but I will always be myself&quot;'/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696657638503848873.post-3312058102316005556</id><published>2006-11-11T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:01:58.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"remember who I am for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone and welcome to my Palace&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to keep visiting my blog since I update it regularly&lt;br /&gt;and for all the videogamers and anime fans&lt;br /&gt;I'll post news for the latest series and some goodies too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and come again&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/696657638503848873-3312058102316005556?l=queengarnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/feeds/3312058102316005556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696657638503848873&amp;postID=3312058102316005556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3312058102316005556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696657638503848873/posts/default/3312058102316005556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queengarnet.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-everyone-and-welcome-to-my-blog-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen San</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13266262057861554859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp7umLxHzn4/TGMU9vFbzGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HOQJBq0PT3g/S220/ava.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
