<?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-7254459541752692738</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:52:18.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Soundtrack to my Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-1168832448147174189</id><published>2007-06-03T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:55:41.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;grr. school in less than two days! am gonna be a senior in less than two days. haha. you know how old that makes me feel??? hahahaha.  JOKE.  ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, yea. am not gonna be going online as much or blog as much coz am gonna be busy perfecting my senior year.  HAHA.  seriously. but i &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; still blog. just not as much as i used to. HAHA. okayy??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, yea.  not much going on in this part of my life. soo, nothing worth blogging.  :D.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-1168832448147174189?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/1168832448147174189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=1168832448147174189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/1168832448147174189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/1168832448147174189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/06/school.html' title='SCHOOL!!!!!!!'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-3857861059834475202</id><published>2007-05-28T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:46:32.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o5.27.o7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rltk2S3oMcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hGsl8e26BfI/s1600-h/pirates_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069756689476497858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rltk2S3oMcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hGsl8e26BfI/s400/pirates_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN: AT WORLD'S END.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. yay! ;] watched it with ica, kim, demi, jami, grant, jona, lery, duane, justin, clarence, nikko, ruby, mysa, annieline &amp;&amp;amp; joyce. HAHA. 16 people!! it lacks benson! HAHA. sayang. oh well. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. the movie was great / boring / fun / sad. HAHA. great coz -- well, it was great! haha. boring coz it was kinda boring at parts. fun coz of what happened while watching the movie. HAHAHA. sour china skittles. Lery &amp;&amp;amp; ica's stalker. the texting fiasco! using my cell phone. HAHA. and sad coz --well, because of what happened to Orlando. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, ever heard of &lt;strong&gt;SADAKO&lt;/strong&gt;? well, here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The paper crane has become an international symbol of peace in recent years as a result of it's connection to the story of a young Japanese girl named Sadako Sasaki born in 1943. Sadako was two years old when the atom bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, Japan on August 6, 1945. As she grew up, Sadako was a strong, courageous and athletic girl. In 1955, at age 11, while practicing for a big race, she became dizzy and fell to the ground. Sadako was diagnosed with Leukemia, "the atom bomb" disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadako's best friend told her of an old Japanese legend which said that anyone who folds a thousand paper cranes would be granted a wish. Sadako hoped that the gods would grant her a wish to get well so that she could run again. She started to work on the paper cranes and completed over 1000 before dying on October 25, 1955 at the age of twelve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, i've gotten really, REALLY bored. so, hey! why not make cranes. HAHA. i'm "inspired"&lt;br /&gt;kunu. HAHA.  and it said if you made a thousand, your wish would be granted.  HAHA.  i don't really believe in this stuff.  but, oh well. . yea, i started making yesterday. i've made 23 already. HAHA. only 977 more to go. HAHA. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, June 6 is the first day of my Senior Year in HS.  and that's a couple of days away already.  i'm not gonna be able to blog as much coz i &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to ace my senior year to go to a good college. HAHA.  ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-3857861059834475202?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/3857861059834475202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=3857861059834475202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3857861059834475202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3857861059834475202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/pirates.html' title='o5.27.o7'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rltk2S3oMcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hGsl8e26BfI/s72-c/pirates_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-6823045281175195341</id><published>2007-05-27T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T17:51:20.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what boredom can do.. part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;top 10 stupidest ways to answer the phone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Hi."&lt;br /&gt;9. "Hola!"&lt;br /&gt;8. "Hey wassup ?"&lt;br /&gt;7. "You have reached the residence of ___________, but no one is here right now... so please leave a...."&lt;br /&gt;6. "Thank you, please pull around."&lt;br /&gt;5. "Do-do-do- I'm sorry, you call cannot be completed as dialed!"&lt;br /&gt;4. "talk to I!"&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;"burp "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;"911 Emergency!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;"Pizza Hut Japan, may I take your order?"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;top 10 stupidest things to say on a date!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "I sure like chicken."&lt;br /&gt;9. "What a wonderful day. Did I mention I was in a car accident on the way over?"&lt;br /&gt;8. "This is so exciting! I've never taken two showers in one week before!"&lt;br /&gt;7. "How about them Reading Phillies? ;)"&lt;br /&gt;6. "That's quite interesting... (yawn)"&lt;br /&gt;5. "I sold my entire 1999 set of baseball cards last week!"&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;"Do you watch Pokemon? I like Pokemon!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;"How about them kidneys on eBay?"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;"Do I smell tacos? I wish we could have tacos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;1. "My pet monkey gives you two thumbs up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;top 10 stupidest things to do during sermon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;9. Pick your nose.&lt;br /&gt;8. Laugh at ridiculous religious jokes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Check out some of the attractive people in the choir.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;Blow your nose -- really, really loud.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;Turn off your hearing aid.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Grin as if you had a pleasant week.&lt;br /&gt;3. Raise your hand.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write a top ten list cause your so damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;Say 'Amen!' once your pet monkey - the visiting preacher - is done.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-6823045281175195341?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/6823045281175195341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=6823045281175195341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/6823045281175195341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/6823045281175195341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-boredom-can-do-part2.html' title='what boredom can do.. part2'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-3752239302938473086</id><published>2007-05-23T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:22:04.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what boredom can do. ;]</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Today Did You--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Talk to a boy/girl you like?&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Learn anything new?&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA. not yet in school. 13 days nalang. wait lang, am gonna learn something by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Talked to an ex?&lt;/strong&gt; NEVER had a boyfriend. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Miss someone?&lt;/strong&gt; haha. miss who? you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Person Who--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Laid in your bed?&lt;/strong&gt; me! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Made you cry?&lt;/strong&gt; secret. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. You went to the movies with?&lt;/strong&gt; a couple of Shanghai buddies! HAHA. tag. yapea. clarence. benson. lery. louie. jerald. &amp;&amp;amp; my sisters. ina. ica. marian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Went to the mall with you?&lt;/strong&gt; mom&amp;&amp;amp;dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. You showered with?&lt;/strong&gt; NO ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Made you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt; forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Hugged you?&lt;/strong&gt; forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;General stuff--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Favorite location?&lt;/strong&gt; somewhere where i can have peace &amp;&amp;amp; harmony. LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.Tattoo?&lt;/strong&gt; hell yea! the cute ones from Shanghai! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What are you most scared of thissecond?&lt;/strong&gt; Y.O.U. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Where do you want to get married?&lt;/strong&gt; a church which is really pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Does anyone like you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.Do you like being around people?&lt;/strong&gt; depends on who the people are. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.Have you ever cried?&lt;/strong&gt; im a girl. what do you expect? HAHA. come to think of it, i cried last night. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Are you lonely right now?&lt;/strong&gt; nah! my sisters are with me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Song stuck in your head?&lt;/strong&gt; get over it - avril lavigne, photo-ryan cabrera, home-chris daughtry, love story-katharine mcphee. and alot more. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Been on radio/TV?&lt;/strong&gt; yea, in my dreams! HAHA. joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Ever liked someone who treated you like crap?&lt;/strong&gt; haha. do i like you? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. what color shirt are you wearing right now? &lt;/strong&gt;dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Name three things that you do everyday?&lt;/strong&gt; breathe, eat, sleep. i feel like a pig. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. How much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;/strong&gt; 2k+. i need more! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Are you bored?&lt;/strong&gt; isn't that the point of doing surveys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. What web site do you visit the most?&lt;/strong&gt; my site. [duh!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Do you have plants in your room?&lt;/strong&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;/strong&gt; forgot. HAHA. i need MORE hugs! haha. dba 7 hugs a day for a 'healthy' life. HAHA. niice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;26 SECRETS--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.WHAT IS YOUR DISPLAY NAME ABOUT?&lt;/strong&gt; it's my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. WHERE WERE THE PICTURES TAKEN?&lt;/strong&gt; Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.WHAT'S YOUR CURRENT RELATIONSHIP STATUS?&lt;/strong&gt; it's complicated! HAHA. joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. HONESTLY, IF SOMEONE WERE TO TELLYOU HOW THEY FELT, WOULD YOU LISTEN?&lt;/strong&gt; all ears, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. WHATS YOUR CURRENT MOOD?&lt;/strong&gt; mixed emotions. LMFAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. WHATS YOUR MOST VALUED POSSESSION?&lt;/strong&gt; my.. my.. i have no idea. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. HOW ARE THINGS IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP?&lt;/strong&gt; great! HAHA. what relationship? ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, AND CHANGE SOMETHING WOULD YOU?&lt;/strong&gt; yea. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. IF YOU MUST BE AN ANIMAL FOR ONEDAY- WHAT WOULD YOU BE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. EVER HAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE?&lt;/strong&gt; yea. it's called living life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. NAME SOMEONE WITH THE SAME B-DAY AS YOU?&lt;/strong&gt; my twin? [duh!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. HAVE YOU EVER SANG IN FRONT OF A LARGE AUDIENCE?&lt;/strong&gt; nah! yah hafta get me drunk to do that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX ?&lt;/strong&gt; eyes. hands. HAHA. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. HAVE YOU EVER HAD A DRUNKEN WEEK?&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. DO YOU STILL WATCH KIDDY MOVIES OR TV SHOW?&lt;/strong&gt; hell yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. DO YOU SPEAK ANY OTHER LANGUAGE? &lt;/strong&gt;chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. IS THERE SOMEONE ON YOUR MIND NOW?&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. WHAT HURTS YOU AT THE MOMENT?&lt;/strong&gt; nothing. anything. everything. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;american idol results just got out! &lt;strong&gt;JORDIN SPARKS WON!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU: &lt;/strong&gt;isha. ellie. elisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33MINUTES:&lt;/strong&gt; chat. eat. text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:&lt;/strong&gt; being alone. rodents&amp;&amp;amp;roaches. you. LOL. j0ke. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW: &lt;/strong&gt;shorts. shirt. undergarments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE IMPORTANT PERSONS IN MY LIFE:&lt;/strong&gt; family. friends. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:&lt;/strong&gt; the calling. bon jovi. rubberband! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY: &lt;/strong&gt;smile! laugh! live everyday to the fullest ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS ATTHE MOMENT: &lt;/strong&gt;many. to. mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN ARELATIONSHIP: &lt;/strong&gt;L.O.V.E. respect. equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU NOTICE IN THEOPPOSITE SEX:&lt;/strong&gt; if gwapu or not. if hott or not. eyes. hands. HAHA. [that's more than three. ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR HOLIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;: anywhere.but.here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE CARTOON CHARACTERS: &lt;/strong&gt;scooby! snoopy! pooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE MATERIAL THINGS YOU WANT TO HAVE: &lt;/strong&gt;lots of money♥. a CAR. ;]. laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hafta go wrap books, so yea. ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-3752239302938473086?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/3752239302938473086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=3752239302938473086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3752239302938473086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3752239302938473086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-boredom-can-do.html' title='what boredom can do. ;]'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-1398210850809098710</id><published>2007-05-21T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:11:48.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!  by janine</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 jobs i've had&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sister&lt;br /&gt;*daughter&lt;br /&gt;*friend&lt;br /&gt;*student&lt;br /&gt;[NOTE: jan, i copied yourz! LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 movies i've watched over and over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wedding Date&lt;br /&gt;* Shall We Dance?&lt;br /&gt;* A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;* Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 places i've lived in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NOTE: just places i've stayed in for a span of time]&lt;br /&gt;* Shanghai, China&lt;br /&gt;* Naperville, Chicago, IL&lt;br /&gt;* Manila [stayed there for the first year if my life. and other summers and stuff.]&lt;br /&gt;* and obviously, CEBU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 TV SHOWS/STATIONS I LIKE TO WATCH: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ETC: OTH, VMars, America's Next Top Model and others&lt;br /&gt;* Lifestyle NEtwork. lame, i know. but oh well, i like watching the people cook stuff and all.&lt;br /&gt;* HBO, Cinemax, Star Movies&lt;br /&gt;* Star Sports &amp;&amp;amp; ESPN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 PLACES I’VE BEEN ON VACATION: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Manila&lt;br /&gt;* Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;* Chicago&lt;br /&gt;* Baguio, Tagaytay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 of my favorite food:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* PASTA!!&lt;br /&gt;* pasta!&lt;br /&gt;* P A S T A&lt;br /&gt;* ans Pasta **grin**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 PLACES I’D RATHER BE AT RIGHT NOW:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* London&lt;br /&gt;* Paris&lt;br /&gt;* U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;* anywhere, but here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 PEOPLE WHO WILL (hopefully) RESPOND TO THIS GAME:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://sweetfunction.blogspot.com/"&gt;eena &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://writteninthestarz.blogspot.com"&gt;ica &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://xtrigger.blogspot.com"&gt;charmaine &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://laraholic.blogspot.com"&gt;lara &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-1398210850809098710?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/1398210850809098710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=1398210850809098710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/1398210850809098710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/1398210850809098710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged-by-janine.html' title='Tagged!!  by janine'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-7956471389106940512</id><published>2007-05-19T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:52:57.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek the Third.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rk_wAi3oMbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hjgBxRa8rN4/s1600-h/shrekthethird_teaserbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066531997965889970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px" height="325" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rk_wAi3oMbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hjgBxRa8rN4/s400/shrekthethird_teaserbig.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being king isn't for everyone--especially if you're a prickly ogre who smells like the shallow end of a swamp. When Shrek married Fiona, the last thing he wanted was to rule Far Far Away, but when his frogger-in-law, King Harold, suddenly croaks, Shrek is quickly fitted for the crown. Now, unless the reluctant would-be king can find a suitable replacement, he'll be royally screwed for the rest of his days. As if Shrek didn't have enough on his plate, Princess Fiona has another little surprise on the way. With his head spinning and his belly in knots, Shrek sets off on a quest to find the only other possible heir to the throne, Fiona's long-lost cousin Artie, an underachieving medieval high schooler. While the ogre is away, his old nemesis Prince Charming rears his handsome head and returns to the kingdom of Far Far Away with redemption on his shallow little mind. Even with Donkey and the ever-so-suave Puss in Boots by their side, it's going to take an ogre-sized effort--and a whole lot of help from Fiona and her band of princesses--for Shrek and Artie to save the day and find their own "Happily Ever After."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Known As: Shrek 3&lt;br /&gt;Production Status: Released&lt;br /&gt;Genres: Action/Adventure, Comedy, Kids/Family, Science Fiction/Fantasy, Animation and Sequel&lt;br /&gt;Running Time: 1 hr. 33 min.&lt;br /&gt;Release Date: May 18th, 2007 (wide)&lt;br /&gt;MPAA Rating: PG for some crude humor, suggestive content and swashbuckling action.&lt;br /&gt;Distributors: Paramount Pictures&lt;br /&gt;Production Co.: PDI/DreamWorks&lt;br /&gt;Studios: DreamWorks SKG, Dreamworks Animation&lt;br /&gt;Produced in: United States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luuuve the movie!! HAHA. I SWEAR, it was so &lt;u&gt;lingaw&lt;/u&gt;!! for those who don't know what 'lingaw' is, it means &lt;u&gt;fun&lt;/u&gt; in Cebuano. LOL. anyway, i saw the movie with Ica, Ina, Marian, Kim, Yap, Clarence, Lery, Benson, Louie &amp;&amp;amp; Jerald. haha. what man ang next movie, guys? HAHAHA. then after the movie, we went walking around. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-7956471389106940512?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/7956471389106940512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=7956471389106940512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/7956471389106940512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/7956471389106940512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/shrek-third.html' title='Shrek the Third.'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rk_wAi3oMbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hjgBxRa8rN4/s72-c/shrekthethird_teaserbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-7370970578076010563</id><published>2007-05-18T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:16:01.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Rules To Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Count your blessings. &lt;/u&gt;Once you realize how valuable you are and how much you have going for you, the smiles will return, the sun will break out, the music will play, and you will finally be able to move forward the life that God intended for you…with grace, strength, courage, and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Today and everyday, deliver more than you are getting paid to do.&lt;/u&gt; The victory of success will be half won when you learnt he secret of putting out more than that it expected in all that you do. Make yourself so valuable in your work that eventually you will become indispensable. Exercise your privilege to go the extra mile, and enjoy all the rewards you receive. You deserve them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Whenever you make a mistake or get knocked down by life, don’t look back at it too long.&lt;/u&gt; Mistakes are life’s way of teaching you. Your capacity of occasional blunders is inseparable from your capacity to reach your goals. No one wins them all, and your failures, when they happen, are just part of your growth. Shake off your blunders. How will you know your limits without an occasional failure? Never quit. Your turn will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Always reward your long hours of labor and toil in the very best way, surrounded by your family.&lt;/u&gt; Nurture their love carefully, remembering that your children needs models, not critics, and your own progress will hasten when you constantly strive to present your best side to your children. And even if you have failed at all else in the eyes of the world, if you have a loving family, you are a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Build this day on a foundation of pleasant thoughts.&lt;/u&gt; Never fret at any imperfections that you fear may impede your progress. Remind yourself, as often as necessary, that you are a creature of God and have the power to achieve any dream by lifting up your thoughts. You can fly when you decide you can. Never consider yourself defeat again. Let the vision in your heart be in your life’s blueprint. Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Let your actions always speak for you, but be forever on guard against the terrible traps of false pride and conceit that can halt your progress.&lt;/u&gt; The next time you are tempted to boast, just place your fist in a full pail of water, and when you remove it, the hole remaining will give you a correct measure of your importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Each day is a special gift from God, and while life may not always be fair, you must never allow the pains, hurdles, and handicaps of the moment to poison your attitude and plans for yourself and your future.&lt;/u&gt; You can never win when you wear the ugly cloak of self-pity, and the sour sound of whining will certainly frighten away any opportunity for success. Never again. There is a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Never again clutter your days of nights with so many menial and unimportant that you have no time to accept a real challenge when it comes along.&lt;/u&gt; This applies to play as well as work. A day merely survived is no cause for celebration. You are not here to fritter away your precious hours when you have the ability to accomplish so much by making a slight change in your routine. No more busy work. No more hiding from success. Leave time, leave space, to grow. Now. Now! Not tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Live this day as if it will be your last.&lt;/u&gt; Remember that will only find “tomorrow” on the calendars of fools. Forget yesterday’s defeats and ignore the problems of tomorrow. This is it. Doomsday. All you have. Make it the best day of your year. The saddest words you can ever utter are, “If I had my life over again…” take the baton, now. Run with it! This is your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Beginnings today, treat everyone you meet, friend or foe, loved one or stranger, as if they were going to be dead during midnight&lt;/u&gt;. Extend to each person, no matter how trivial the contact, all the care and kindness and understanding and love that you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Laugh at yourself and at life.&lt;/u&gt; Not in the spirit or derision or whining of self-pity, but as a remedy, a miracle drug, that will ease your pain, cure your depression, and help you to put in perspective that seemingly terrible defeat and worry with laughter at your predicaments, thus freeing your mind to think clearly toward the solution that is certain to come. Never take yourself to seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Never neglect the little things.&lt;/u&gt; Never skimp on that extra effort, that additional few minutes, that soft word of praise or thanks that deliver of the very best that you can do. It does not matter what others think, it is of prime importance, however, what you think about you. You can never do your best, which should always be your trademark, if you are cutting corners and shirking responsibilities. You are special. Act it. Never neglect the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Welcome every morning with a smile&lt;/u&gt;. Look on the new day as another new gift from your creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday. Be a self-starter. Let your first hour set the theme of success and positive action that is certain to echo through your entire day. Today will never happen again. Don’t waste it with a false start or no start at all. You were not born to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;You’ll achieve a grand dream, a day at a time, so set goals for each day—not long and difficult projects, but chores that will take you, step by step, towards you’re rainbow.&lt;/u&gt; Write them down, if you must, but limit your list so that you don’t have to drag today’s undone matters into tomorrow. Remember that you&lt;br /&gt;Cannot build your pyramid in 24 hours. Be patient. Never allow your day to become so cluttered that you neglect your most important goal—to do the best you can, enjoy this day, and rest satisfied with what you have accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Never allow anyone to rain on your parade and thus cast a pall of gloom and defeat on the entire day.&lt;/u&gt; Remember that no talent, no self-denial, no brains, no character, are required to set up in the faultfinding business. Nothing external can have any power over you unless you permit it. Your time is too precious to be sacrificed in wasted days combating the menial forces of hate, jealousy, and envy. Guard your fragile life carefully. Only God can shape a flower, but any foolish child can pull it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Search for the seed of good in every adversity.&lt;/u&gt; Master that principle and you’ll own a precious shield that will guard you well through the entire darkest valley you must traverse. Stars may be seen from the bottom of a deep well, when they cannot be discerned from the mountaintop. So you will learn things in adversity that you would never discovered without trouble. There is always a good seed. Find it and prosper&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Realize the true happiness that lies within you.&lt;/u&gt; Waste no time and effort searching for peace and contentment and joy in the world outside. Remember that there is no happiness in having or in getting, but only in giving. Reach out. Share. Hug. Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-7370970578076010563?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/7370970578076010563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=7370970578076010563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/7370970578076010563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/7370970578076010563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/17-rules-to-live-by.html' title='17 Rules To Live By'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-4848681932973607891</id><published>2007-05-16T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:17:16.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity strikes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;new layout again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;made by me this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, while i was editing the WHOLE entire blog, yea. it took the whooooole effin' morning. haha. ANYWAY, yea. photobucket was sooo slow. my sister was --- well, her normal [annoying] wittle self. then i had to make the whole entire back ground. haha. and edit the fonts. and-- all those yada yada yada... LMFAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065390095010902418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RkvhdC3oMZI/AAAAAAAAABk/WIob07kZFUE/s400/blake_melinda_jordin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;AMERICAN IDOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. I SWEAR, i &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BOTH&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;jordin &lt;/em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;blake&lt;/em&gt; to win!! HAHA. [and i want jordin to win &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; because of this specific persons name who sounds almost like it but not!! haha. (jz stating that ahead of time) ^^]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RkvjTy3oMaI/AAAAAAAAABs/0qdX92t4r94/s1600-h/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065392135120368034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="208" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RkvjTy3oMaI/AAAAAAAAABs/0qdX92t4r94/s400/hahaha.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna see &lt;strong&gt;HARRY POTTER and the ORDER OF PHEONIX!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; SHREK THE THIRD!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; haha. &lt;em&gt;harry&lt;/em&gt; is not cute anymore. &lt;em&gt;draco&lt;/em&gt; isn't either. &lt;em&gt;ron&lt;/em&gt;--nevermind. LOL. &lt;em&gt;hermione-&lt;/em&gt; well, nevermind, too! HAHA. puss&lt;em&gt; in boots&lt;/em&gt; is sooooooooooooo cute!!! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ui!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister is coming back na. haha! from Xiamen. so is henen! yay! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-4848681932973607891?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/4848681932973607891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=4848681932973607891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/4848681932973607891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/4848681932973607891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupidity-strikes-again.html' title='stupidity strikes again'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RkvhdC3oMZI/AAAAAAAAABk/WIob07kZFUE/s72-c/blake_melinda_jordin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-3863301410125990970</id><published>2007-05-13T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:21:36.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o5.12.o7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RkfGqfDOHXI/AAAAAAAAABc/0YqMzvkX3pI/s1600-h/DSCF5958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064234739193224562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RkfGqfDOHXI/AAAAAAAAABc/0YqMzvkX3pI/s400/DSCF5958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was mother's day yesterday!  hehe.   anyway, we ate in ginza for lunch and idea italia for dinner.  i swear, everyone overate!  haha.  oh well,  HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, yea.  haha.  election day today.  haha.  am not into politics..  so..  yea..  LMFAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunno what else to say, so am not gonna say anything else.  haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-3863301410125990970?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/3863301410125990970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=3863301410125990970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3863301410125990970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3863301410125990970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/o512o7.html' title='o5.12.o7'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RkfGqfDOHXI/AAAAAAAAABc/0YqMzvkX3pI/s72-c/DSCF5958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-3894383495091595386</id><published>2007-05-12T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T02:02:38.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been tagged.</title><content type='html'>tagged by: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sevenperfection.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;nix.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the ruLez of the gAme:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write about how much addicted you are towards something.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't forget to include the percentage of 'addictedness' towards that thing.&lt;br /&gt;3. All with one condition, the total of percentage much reach 100%.&lt;br /&gt;4. You MUST tag others and continue tagging but please don't forget to explain the rules and please notify that person so that they know that they had been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i shall begin.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.    &lt;strong&gt;chocoholic.&lt;/strong&gt;  i luuve chocolates.  I SWEAR, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; part of my 'diet'.  [2o%]&lt;br /&gt;ii.   &lt;strong&gt;chillin' wit my friend.&lt;/strong&gt;  yea. that's self-explanatory. [20%]&lt;br /&gt;iii.  &lt;strong&gt;music.&lt;/strong&gt;  pop.  rock.  punk.  rnb.  country.  dance.  latin.  soundtrack.  and many more.  [20%]&lt;br /&gt;iv.  &lt;strong&gt;bookz.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;u&gt;nerd?&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;em&gt;nah.  i read those fictional books&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;not textbooks.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;u&gt;how much book have i read?&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;em&gt;too much to count&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;u&gt;what am i currently reading?&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;em&gt;encarta book of quotations.&lt;/em&gt; 1024 pages.  LOL.  ;P [1o%]&lt;br /&gt;v.  &lt;strong&gt;family.&lt;/strong&gt;  i luuve my family.  no more need to be said. [25%]&lt;br /&gt;vi. &lt;strong&gt;miscellaneous.&lt;/strong&gt; there are other stuffz in this lifetime that we may not be aware of but are addicted to it.  LOL.  [5%]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOTE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; am bored so am actually doing it.  ;P  but not bored enough to tag otherz.  maybe some other time.  ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-3894383495091595386?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/3894383495091595386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=3894383495091595386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3894383495091595386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3894383495091595386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='i&apos;ve been tagged.'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-953365279882493556</id><published>2007-05-11T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:27:00.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weee!!!</title><content type='html'>new layout!!&lt;br /&gt;edited by eena!&lt;br /&gt;thanx een!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on my way to the hospital again..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;wasting &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, missed the Shanghai 'o7 Reunion yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;nah, i'll get over it.. there's another one pah man cguro..&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nywayz, hafta jet..&lt;br /&gt;going to the hospital..&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-953365279882493556?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/953365279882493556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=953365279882493556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/953365279882493556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/953365279882493556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/weee.html' title='weee!!!'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-7125321683900177249</id><published>2007-05-07T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:26:00.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eww!! haha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RkAV1fDOHWI/AAAAAAAAABU/UV19s9KAp7g/s1600-h/04-05-07_2102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062069989776694626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RkAV1fDOHWI/AAAAAAAAABU/UV19s9KAp7g/s400/04-05-07_2102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eww!! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[that's all i can say..]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored and that's the last picture i saw.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture by: Grant&lt;br /&gt;[[ i guess he was bored too.. peace, grant! ]]&lt;br /&gt;[[[ BTW, y take this pic? ]]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-7125321683900177249?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/7125321683900177249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=7125321683900177249&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/7125321683900177249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/7125321683900177249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/eww-haha.html' title='eww!! haha..'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RkAV1fDOHWI/AAAAAAAAABU/UV19s9KAp7g/s72-c/04-05-07_2102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-4520704912826083192</id><published>2007-05-06T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:52:18.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make My Life Complete.. NOT</title><content type='html'>so, to all the Section White people of the Sophies 'o5-'o6, i found something while cleaning my room and itz this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU MAKE MY LIFE COMPLETE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;........G.......................D....................C................. D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've always dreamed of someone just like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.....G.....................D................C...........D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never expecting that you'll feel it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...G...................D.......................C.......D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We only started just a few years back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..G........................D..................C.............Cadd9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it seemed so much more than that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..G.....................D........................Cadd9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd give up my life just to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..G........................D...................Cadd9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You've always been enough for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..Bm..........G............C...............D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not perfect but just right for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.......G............D............C...............G...........................D....................Cadd9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I thank you for coming in my life and making it complete..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've loved you since the first day we have met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not officially since you didn't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was mesmorized by your deep brown eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you never seemed to realize i was there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another Verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You said you have someone in mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wished it was me and it really was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now my days with you are numbered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But fate brought us here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And all we have is here, right now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Another Verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Through all the pain and strife &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know you will endure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Throught all the bad and good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll survive to tell our tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For I will always be in you heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And You and I will never ever part..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CHORUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i thank you for coming in my life.. and making it.. complete..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lyrics by: someone who doesn't want to be known.. ^^, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and don't expect to actually write any more.. LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Chords by: Marianne Feng &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, as i've said a couple of times.. i do NOT like this but i have no choice.. LOL.. actually, i do.. but i just did this for a friend.. you guys know how wonderful this song sounded but the rest were.. uhm.. 'wonderful' too.. [you know what i mean.. ;D]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-4520704912826083192?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/4520704912826083192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=4520704912826083192&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/4520704912826083192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/4520704912826083192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-make-my-life-complete-not.html' title='You Make My Life Complete.. NOT'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-7581782860379715107</id><published>2007-05-06T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T05:18:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know itz lame..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rj3GQ_DOHVI/AAAAAAAAABM/3muW_SAUNa0/s1600-h/spiderman3_finalrposterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061419551339453778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rj3GQ_DOHVI/AAAAAAAAABM/3muW_SAUNa0/s400/spiderman3_finalrposterbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm watching Pixel Perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ign0re me.. i'm simply bored.. hehehe.. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched SPIDER-man 3 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;n0t&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  yesterday.. wee!! it was sooo nice.. heheh!! we watched with Ama, Siko, Lako, Ica and Ina.. hehe.. i would put the summary here if i wanted to but right now i'm too lazy to.. HAHA.. oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-7581782860379715107?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/7581782860379715107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=7581782860379715107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/7581782860379715107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/7581782860379715107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-itz-lame.html' title='i know itz lame..'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rj3GQ_DOHVI/AAAAAAAAABM/3muW_SAUNa0/s72-c/spiderman3_finalrposterbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-2519432900696486740</id><published>2007-05-06T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:50:57.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIKKO AND BRIAN'S PARTY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FUN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FUN!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here are the pix we've g0t..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061413379471449410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rj3ApvDOHUI/AAAAAAAAABE/FxYzyFbH8V4/s400/%3D).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just a few pix..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin has ALOT more though.. so JUS!! upload them! hehe.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-2519432900696486740?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/2519432900696486740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=2519432900696486740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/2519432900696486740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/2519432900696486740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/nikko-and-brians-party.html' title='NIKKO AND BRIAN&apos;S PARTY!!'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rj3ApvDOHUI/AAAAAAAAABE/FxYzyFbH8V4/s72-c/%3D).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-5891264047302450679</id><published>2007-05-03T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T04:52:47.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMERICAN IDOL 6: Idol Takes Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;featuring &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BON JOVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;o5.o4.o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jordin Spark.&lt;/em&gt; the NEXT american idol!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blake Lewis.&lt;/em&gt; great but yea.. i want jordin to win.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lakisha Jones&lt;/em&gt;. she's OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melinda Doolittle&lt;/em&gt;. ehh--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;out this week:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phil Stacy&lt;/em&gt;. he's OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris Richardson&lt;/em&gt;. he was soo good at the beginning. i'm not saying that he isn't now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;past contestants:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gina Glocksen&lt;/em&gt;. i luuve her but she's out.. so yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Haley Scarnato&lt;/em&gt;. nice legss.. LOL.. j0ke.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brandon Rogers&lt;/em&gt;. i forgot na.. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris Sligh&lt;/em&gt;. ditto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephanie Edwards&lt;/em&gt;. ditto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sanjaya Malacar&lt;/em&gt;. -~-no comment-~-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-5891264047302450679?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/5891264047302450679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=5891264047302450679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/5891264047302450679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/5891264047302450679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/american-idol-6-idol-takes-back.html' title='AMERICAN IDOL 6: Idol Takes Back'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-1189369778821906423</id><published>2007-05-02T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:36:58.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mia &amp;&amp; brixcy look-alikes in Shanghai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rjlmb_DOHRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/n5I3maJvajE/s1600-h/DSC01312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060188287294905618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rjlmb_DOHRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/n5I3maJvajE/s400/DSC01312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isha. grace&lt;brixcy&gt;. pat&lt;mia&gt;. ica. nikka. yap. marianne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fritzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rjll8vDOHQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n5bjpzI1Pb4/s1600-h/DSC01264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060187750423993602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rjll8vDOHQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n5bjpzI1Pb4/s400/DSC01264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nikka. isha. pat&lt;mia&gt;. grace&lt;brixcy&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-1189369778821906423?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/1189369778821906423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=1189369778821906423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/1189369778821906423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/1189369778821906423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/mia-brixcy-look-alikes-in-shanghai.html' title='mia &amp;&amp; brixcy look-alikes in Shanghai'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/Rjlmb_DOHRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/n5I3maJvajE/s72-c/DSC01312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-3772518346469252933</id><published>2007-05-02T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:29:33.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .shs-hdj rumors. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;buy our own books.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;seriously, its fine but it's our last year and we hafta buy a WHOLE set of books? yea... i think this is gonna push through coz we hafta buy books on May 23rd, 24th &amp; 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;no YE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it's fine.. hehe.. aww.. it's fine if there is and its fine if there isn't. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;no JS PROM or grad ball.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i dont have to wear a dress again.. and wear killer heels.. LOL.. oh, wait.. i want there to be prom and the ball!! haha.. for some reason, i think HS life would be incomplete if there wasn't. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;values/virtues named sections.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nursery1-blue, nursery2-green, kinder1-blue, kinder2-pink, grade 1-green, grade 2-pink, grade 3-blue, grade4-white, grade-5 green, grade6-blue, year 1-blue, year2-white, year3-white... year 4-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;??? eewww-much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;no more mission fair.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; WTF?? that's one of the best thing that happens throughout the whole school year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;no INTRUMS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: i'm seriously gonna go gaga if some of this will push through.. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-3772518346469252933?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/3772518346469252933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=3772518346469252933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3772518346469252933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3772518346469252933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/shs-hdj-rumors.html' title='. . .shs-hdj rumors. . .'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-8147521262141894650</id><published>2007-05-02T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:35:12.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>itz, 8 in the morning..</title><content type='html'>.. and im blogging.. lol.. it gets quite boring here.. aside from my sisterz fighting &lt;again&gt;.. thank god, they're not boys coz if they are, i dont know how this house would look like.. lol.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soundtrack To Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ashley Parker Angel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you can &lt;u&gt;hear&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; that &lt;em&gt;im right here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I heard your heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It took away the fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz &lt;u&gt;my life is sliding&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to ride the wave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It came down crashing&lt;/em&gt;, it's &lt;u&gt;time to start&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Backwards to go forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left at every corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been there and back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when the music ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your life is a &lt;u&gt;flashback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;u&gt;question&lt;/u&gt;, a &lt;u&gt;photograph&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;u&gt;statement,&lt;/u&gt; a &lt;u&gt;story&lt;/u&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;u&gt;chance to laugh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz &lt;em&gt;if you don't laugh you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A last crescendo when you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hit the rewind and listen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the playback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The soundtrack to your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First step, your last breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everythings been planned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's questions, and answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll never understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hold on, but let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give you room to breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Remember, the best things&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Will never mind to change&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starting at the ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It won't break, while your bending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been there, and back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when the music ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your life is a &lt;u&gt;flashback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;u&gt;question&lt;/u&gt;, a &lt;u&gt;photograph&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;u&gt;statement&lt;/u&gt;, a &lt;u&gt;story&lt;/u&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A chance to laugh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz if you don't laugh you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A last crescendo when you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So hit the rewind and listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the playback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The soundtrack to your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The soundtrack to your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it can fly like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may be different than yours but, you got the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beat a broken back for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be dragging my own *** off the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've thrown my self right in&lt;/em&gt; and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whats the point if you don't live in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; can &lt;em&gt;hear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;right here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;heard &lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It &lt;u&gt;took&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;away the fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your life is a &lt;u&gt;flashback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;u&gt;question&lt;/u&gt;, a &lt;u&gt;photograph&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;u&gt;statement&lt;/u&gt;, a &lt;u&gt;story&lt;/u&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A chance to laugh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz if you don't laugh you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A last crescendo when you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So hit the rewind and listen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;playback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt; soundtrack to your life. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-8147521262141894650?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/8147521262141894650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=8147521262141894650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/8147521262141894650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/8147521262141894650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/05/itz-8-in-morning.html' title='itz, 8 in the morning..'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-2935851954967622931</id><published>2007-04-30T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:48:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss... [fr0m shanghai]</title><content type='html'>...shanghai!!&lt;br /&gt;... xiao long bao!!&lt;br /&gt;...the pe0ple!!&lt;br /&gt;...room 511!!&lt;br /&gt;...phao mi!!&lt;br /&gt;...class 2!!&lt;br /&gt;... bus 4!!&lt;br /&gt;...the 5th flo0r pe0ple!!&lt;br /&gt;...and the cebu people!!&lt;br /&gt;...and the other pe0ple!!&lt;br /&gt;...and the thai people!!&lt;br /&gt;...and the everythinG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-2935851954967622931?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/2935851954967622931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=2935851954967622931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/2935851954967622931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/2935851954967622931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-miss.html' title='i miss... [fr0m shanghai]'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-3229043526011098057</id><published>2007-04-29T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:57:41.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai, China</title><content type='html'>Aww.. am starting to miss the pe0ple, the place, the F0oD, the &lt;strong&gt;han yu &lt;/strong&gt;less0ns ab0ut&lt;strong&gt; shì wù&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;xiăo lóng bāo&lt;/strong&gt;, the chiki-cha sessions, the poker times, the malls, the 25yuAn &lt;strong&gt;hā gēn dā sī&lt;/strong&gt;, the diluted McDo Coke Float, the bucket &lt;strong&gt;kěn dé jì&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;xīn bā kè, &lt;/strong&gt;the 10 minutes walk to Lotus market, the .50yuan &lt;strong&gt;bīng qí lín&lt;/strong&gt; out side Lotus, the ne0.print! and the many others things about that place.. :(( oh, and the TEMPERATURE!! hahaha! itz so hot back here in cebu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i feel sad c0z i didnt get to blog back in Shanghai.. but oh well, i cant do anything n0W..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yea.. it was s0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o fun.. hAhA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiNEse t0ngue tWistEr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miào lĭ yĭ zhī māo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miào wài yĭ zhī māo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;māo lĭ māo yăo miào wài māo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miào wài māo yăo miào lĭ māo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bù zhí dào dào dĭ shi miào lĭ māo yăo miào wài māo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hái shu miào wài māo yăo miào lĭ māo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, am gonna go now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dozing off so am jus gonna hit the sheetz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next tiMe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0,&lt;br /&gt;isha:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-3229043526011098057?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/3229043526011098057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=3229043526011098057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3229043526011098057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3229043526011098057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/04/shanghai-china.html' title='Shanghai, China'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-6512359535098396663</id><published>2007-04-09T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:31:30.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hAppy eAster!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so, the church at 8.. lunch at h0me and dinner at a japanese restaurant.. haha! 'twas FUNx10.. haha!! and we ate &lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, just watched cay0te ugly.. haha! it's cool.. haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then, later, back to watching CSI.. we're in the 4th seas0n na.. haha!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;be back S0oN!:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;x0x0,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;isha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-6512359535098396663?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/6512359535098396663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=6512359535098396663&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/6512359535098396663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/6512359535098396663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='hAppy eAster!! :)'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254459541752692738.post-3606253014488015276</id><published>2007-04-07T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:13:39.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>re: pix fr0m manila..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RhoCqHSw7oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AMavPevQHYg/s1600-h/=).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051352854584946306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RhoCqHSw7oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AMavPevQHYg/s400/%3D).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea.. it's taking &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; longer than i thought it would.. lol.. so, why n0t p0st it here? haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am n0t gonna p0st ALL pictures c0z s0me &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;embarassing.. HAHA!! :P and the rest are just pathetic.. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 31, 2o07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`glorietta&lt;br /&gt;lunch: saisaki&lt;br /&gt;`robinson's place&lt;br /&gt;dinner: mexicali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;April 1, 2o07&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RhiE5HSw7nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xxx5b2GL08g/s1600-h/yea.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`mall of asia&lt;br /&gt;lunch: in a chinese restaurant.. haha! [david's tea house table&lt;strong&gt;#13&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;33 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`robinson's place&lt;br /&gt;dinner: Max.. with the crunchy vegetables in the carbonara *yuck!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;April 2, 2o07&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`168&lt;br /&gt;`Divisoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dinner: Gloria Maris with cousinz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;April 3, 2o07&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`SM Mega Mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*with Aunt Vivian, Mae, Chad, Matthew &amp; Clark&lt;br /&gt;`The f0rt&lt;br /&gt;`greenbelt 1.2.3.4&lt;br /&gt;dinner: fish &amp;amp; co.&lt;br /&gt;with ICE CREAM!!! &lt;cold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sh0pping 'til we dr0p..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'twas fun!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all good things come to an end. :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE'S STILL NEXT SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!! ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254459541752692738-3606253014488015276?l=thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/feeds/3606253014488015276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254459541752692738&amp;postID=3606253014488015276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3606253014488015276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254459541752692738/posts/default/3606253014488015276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastcrescendo.blogspot.com/2007/04/re-pix-fr0m-manila.html' title='re: pix fr0m manila..'/><author><name>isha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557919051264497873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/6d0lvnb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAqnYqDPyAI/RhoCqHSw7oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AMavPevQHYg/s72-c/%3D).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
