tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28903141382481764262011-04-21T17:06:54.863-07:00§↑bUns0 isSue↓§http://www.blogger.com/profile/09783128151328990611noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890314138248176426.post-64166232150231616662008-02-22T20:11:00.000-08:002008-12-11T05:43:06.276-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGWhOiATZYI/R8VdV6SSpQI/AAAAAAAAABM/og7eIH8asQQ/s1600-h/CIMG6501.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171642378109494530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGWhOiATZYI/R8VdV6SSpQI/AAAAAAAAABM/og7eIH8asQQ/s320/CIMG6501.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGWhOiATZYI/R8VdXKSSpRI/AAAAAAAAABU/VtE4nLH-VcI/s1600-h/CIMG6497.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171642399584331026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="114" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGWhOiATZYI/R8VdXKSSpRI/AAAAAAAAABU/VtE4nLH-VcI/s320/CIMG6497.JPG" width="188" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">waaah! it's my butterfly frame.. sorry if it's so ugly.. feel free to drop by and post comments..</span> </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2890314138248176426-6416623215023161666?l=bunsoissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>§↑bUns0 isSue↓§http://www.blogger.com/profile/09783128151328990611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890314138248176426.post-91288612633554894312008-02-11T12:55:00.000-08:002008-02-11T20:58:04.491-08:00<div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I give my parents a headache.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I give some boys a heartache.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I share my secrets with my brother.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But sometimes he says, "Why bother?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">They say I'm cheerful,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">But sometimes I'm used to be fearful.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">People see me as I'm always happy.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Well, in fact, inside, I'm pretty lonely.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">I can always be active,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">But sometimes I tend to be talkative.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">I used to be noisy,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">But sometimes I tend to be lazy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I love babies,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But I hate creepy crawlies.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I love singing,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But it would be better if I'll be dancing.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I love blueberries and cherries,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">But I opt to eat strawberries.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I love chocolate drops.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">It makes me wanna 'pop'.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">I hate copycats.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">It's like a cat chasing the rat.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">I hate liars.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">especially devils pretending to be friars.</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2890314138248176426-9128861263355489431?l=bunsoissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>§↑bUns0 isSue↓§http://www.blogger.com/profile/09783128151328990611noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890314138248176426.post-3092693867375989412008-02-05T22:30:00.000-08:002008-02-07T21:02:32.856-08:00<div align="left"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Dance. Dance. Dance.</span></em></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I missed practice this day and i'm expecting that 'Purple Queue' would get mad at me by tomorrow. I'll just have to make it up to them in our next practice. It's a good thing we have no class in the afternoon tomorrow. Actually, my parents nor my brother doesn't know about this whole dance thing. I was restricted by my dad to enter extra-curricular activities nor dances. But i really can't help it. It's my nature. It's what i do since i was little. It's just who i am. I'm so confused. I hope tomorrow will be a great day for me.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2890314138248176426-309269386737598941?l=bunsoissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>§↑bUns0 isSue↓§http://www.blogger.com/profile/09783128151328990611noreply@blogger.com5