<?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-29158252</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:58:25.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because You're So Smooth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-8615465862592374734</id><published>2007-02-05T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:02:31.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible to the Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; min-height:250px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saint Exupery's 'The Little Prince' Quiz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/noillusions/1042510312_ResultsFox.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You are the fox.&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/noillusions/quizzes/Saint+Exupery%27s+%27The+Little+Prince%27+Quiz."&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/noillusions/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=33304"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The wheat fields have nothing to say to me...But you have the hair that is the colour of gold...The grain, which is also golden,  will bring me back the  thought of you. And I shall love listening to the wind in the wheat..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-8615465862592374734?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/8615465862592374734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=8615465862592374734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/8615465862592374734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/8615465862592374734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2007/02/invisible-to-eye.html' title='Invisible to the Eye'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-116377421845436763</id><published>2006-11-17T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:18:30.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Before The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 40's something old maid speech prof stares at me strangely, and it's that kind of strange. So my blockmate says. And in her words, ung malanding titig. What the... And she tells us that you pronouce black as bleeck. Riiight. The world just got weirder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While the Philippines celebrates the victory of who could possibly be our next president, did you guys know Rey Mysterio accompanied erik Morales into the ring? I read it in the Inquirer. Too bad I didn't get to see that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The photo of the 7 deadly sins is now posted around school. Yup, it's got Mac and Steph. You have your faces pinned to countless bulletin boards. Nice. Pride right?XP Almost missed it though, it's a bit unclear and too dark for me. Had to do a double-take and say, "Wait a sec..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nights are a bit too cold. Even blankets aren't enough. The stars are still up there in the sky. And still, you're the reason why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't ask where that came from. I'm not sure either.XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-116377421845436763?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/116377421845436763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=116377421845436763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/116377421845436763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/116377421845436763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2006/11/calm-before-storm.html' title='Calm Before The Storm'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-116177664561023450</id><published>2006-10-25T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:02:15.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringing in my head: &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;!-- SONG TITLE --&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One Last Breath by Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- LYRICS --&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;//Hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That maybe six feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't so far down//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.do"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Fool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall down because I chose to. Without caring if there'll be something to break my fall. Just to fall down and have the courage to step off the edge I've been staring at for too long.  Maybe to my demise. Maybe to something more. Maybe to never stop at all. Why? Just to feel the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many questions. Too few good enough to ask.  I'm not really looking for answers. I'm waiting for the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-116177664561023450?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/116177664561023450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=116177664561023450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/116177664561023450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/116177664561023450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2006/10/fool.html' title='The Fool'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-116115377531929575</id><published>2006-10-18T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T14:42:55.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, I'm DL. Just made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a QPA of 4.4, and I got 5 in Filipino, Humanities, Theology and P.E. Then a 4.5 in Sociology and a 4 in English of all things. Stupid professor who's an award-winning writer for her poems in Filipino. I still don't get it. Then of course, there's Algebra a 2.5. Ah, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that proud though. Like my school something special. Just wanted to show off for once.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do any of you guys know someone named Aldrin or something like that? He's been calling up my house since last night,  asking for me. In the 2 times  he's called, my dad was the one who answered. And my dad is far from happy. He even told my dad that he was calling about our Humanities paper about Barbie. What? It's our sem break and my Humanities class is done with, and I  didn't have a guy blockmate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have male friends, you all know that, so that's off. The only guy students in Miriam are hearing-impaired ones making it unlikely they can use the telephone much. And I don't give out my landline.&lt;br /&gt;Is someone playing with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tell me if you got any leads on this case. I'd really like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is gonna give him a piece of his mind very soon. Haha, this is gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-116115377531929575?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/116115377531929575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=116115377531929575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/116115377531929575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/116115377531929575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2006/10/creepy.html' title='Creepy'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-116045947970687119</id><published>2006-10-10T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T13:52:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And my finals are finally over and done with. I'm free until November 7th. I pray I'll be able to make it to the Dean's List. Argh, hope my math grade won't pull the rest down. I'm gonna find out on monday, so I'm a bit anxious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm slowly becoming addicted to an online game called Puzzle Pirates. Haha, it's fun and you guys know I'm a sucker for that. Which reminds me, there's a limited edition Pirates white chocolate M&amp;amp;M's here that I only found out yesterday. Leche. I'd cry bloody murder if I weren't so damn tired and sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been dreaming of one place twice now. What happens in the dream isn't exact, but it follows the same pattern of going to this particular place. I don't know. It's too soon to bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been thinking although it's much too early to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's go out on my birthday for once. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-116045947970687119?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/116045947970687119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=116045947970687119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/116045947970687119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/116045947970687119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally_10.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-115469352710329096</id><published>2006-08-04T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:13:39.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 for 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;RAPIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love is blind and someone's got to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just poking some fun.XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-115469352710329096?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/115469352710329096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=115469352710329096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/115469352710329096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/115469352710329096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2006/08/2-for-1.html' title='2 for 1'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-115305064952878797</id><published>2006-07-16T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:50:49.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo-ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally got to watch Pirates yesterday. It was great, and definitely worth the long wait. You'll be in for a ride. Now, I can't wait for the last part.XP More so I got to watch it with Kim and Steph, so I couldn't ask for a better, crazier and fun day.XD Wait, scratch that, it would have been better if Mac was with us. Next time you're coming along with us, even if we have to stuff you in a sack and sneak you off.XP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Almost got a stuffed bear at Powerstation but it just had to slip away. Oh well. Still fun, especially watching those two play skee ball and see Steph find an outlet to release all her anger.XP  I still have orangey fingers from that bucket of cheese popcorn. A few even hitched a ride in my bag, but at least they didn't fall into my shirt.XP Yeah, it's been too long now. I missed you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mum's 38th birthday today!XD Yay, she liked the bag me and dad picked. I'm so proud of ourselves.XD Even Bush came inside the house to greet her. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, don't worry about the hamster mate. I'm not angry at all. :) Like what mum said, they're animals; they're meant to be wild.XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-115305064952878797?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/115305064952878797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=115305064952878797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/115305064952878797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/115305064952878797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2006/07/yo-ho.html' title='Yo-ho'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-115079878386770161</id><published>2006-06-20T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:23:35.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's amazing how a forgotten drawing can hold something more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And how looking at the page closely makes all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hums a tune contentedly*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-115079878386770161?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/115079878386770161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=115079878386770161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/115079878386770161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/115079878386770161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2006/06/music-images.html' title='Music Images'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-115072025794390417</id><published>2006-06-19T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:30:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fur Elise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while now, getting up at 5:45 everyday is taking a toll on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm...school's alright I suppose. Not that I'm expecting anything. A blockmate is wondering why I'm not joining the newsletter thing org. I wanted to laugh out loud really. No, I think I'm scarred enough with thoughts of Ms. Galicha and her peculiar looking neck to say it nicely.XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got to go shopping alone with my dad of all people today. It was fun; I got to help him buy some clothes for himself. Haha, felt like I was pimping my dad.XP I think it looked a bit weird though, because I was the one paying for everything we bought. Not to mention holding his wallet for a while. Wonder if the people there thought my dad was a DOM...my mom couldn't help giggling at the thought.XP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've taken a sudden interest again in the piano for some reason, though am still rusty from all these years. All I manage to play is Fur Elise. Dad's asked me if I'd like to go back to Yamaha and take some lessons. I'm still thinking about it, though I wouldn't want to be playing inside that display window again. Ack. My parents keep on telling me my grandmother would be happy to hear her piano being played again. Hope she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not sure why I can't shake off this feeling...I know I've resigned myself to this long before. Still, the thought haunts me. It's getting tiring and annoying to a point. Sometimes words just don't cut it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, you confuse me, really you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fate plays jokes on me, then again it's the same with all of us. Guess all I have to do is wait until it's my turn to play the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-115072025794390417?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/115072025794390417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=115072025794390417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/115072025794390417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/115072025794390417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2006/06/fur-elise.html' title='Fur Elise'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-114942202209668064</id><published>2006-06-04T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T19:53:42.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Lazy Sunday: The Spatula War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am now currently recovering from shopping and an excess of food. So much, I can barely move in moderate speed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our first stop was the sunday market in Lung Center where we ate roast beef, sweet corn, taho, barbeque, and rice. After that, we headed to Rustan's to finally use that gift certificate I got at the Grad Ball. We bought a nice squishy Adidas bag ,shoes and for Tommi, two waffle dogs and an ice cream cone (ack, bubblegum). I swear, we are over-feeding that girl. Then eat some more corn on the way to Gateway (I've never been there you see). After walking around a little, we decided to try out Taco Bell. Big mistake. No wonder those Americans are getting fatter by the minute. All I could think of while there was the SNL spoof they did of Taco Bell. It was really funny.:D But I swear, I'm never going near that place unless I was starving. Then we dropped by a garage sale/Salvation Army store by Edsa just for the heck of it. It's surprising what you can find in those places. We saw this huge cute stuffed bunny amidst this sea of stuff animals, too bad we couldn't have it though. There were also some crutches which Tommi always wanted to try out, so she did.:P But the quirkiest thing we saw there was a man and woman fighting over who gets to take a spatula/metal sandok. Haha, they were going at it like they were fighting over some  rare artifact! All that for a spatula. Well, that was my day. Very...filling.:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it's about to rain hard again tonight. I can hear the thunder starting to rumble and the wind picking up speed. This isn't good, not when the rain reminds me of something I'm not sure whether I'm allowed to think of when the rain begins to pour and I'm left alone with my thoughts. The rain is not very good at all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-114942202209668064?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/114942202209668064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=114942202209668064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/114942202209668064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/114942202209668064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-so-lazy-sunday-spatula-war.html' title='Not So Lazy Sunday: The Spatula War'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-114932546965230651</id><published>2006-06-03T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:07:21.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parley?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just found out my mum was part of her college pep squad. Not the kind that does stunts, just jazz. Still, never knew my mum was a dancer. Too bad I didn't get to inherit it.:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This marks my last weekend as a free man--i mean, girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Classes will start on Tuesday so I'm trying to make the most out of what's left of summer. Why does it have to be this soon anyway? *sigh* Can't have everything. I start 7:30 everyday except Monday and end at 3:00 every TTH (I always thought my class ended at 4:30 forsome reason) and 1:30 at WF. Speaking of school, there's an org for wanna-be models in school.Haha.XD But I don't think I'll be joining any; I need to concentrate on more pressing things. You guys know what that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I don't get to bump into Jolly when I'm in school. It's unlikely, but still, I wouldn't know what to say to her. I wonder what would happen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-114932546965230651?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/114932546965230651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=114932546965230651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/114932546965230651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/114932546965230651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2006/06/parley.html' title='Parley?'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158252.post-114925248962084653</id><published>2006-06-03T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:56:24.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Seas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose I owe it to Steph who asked *ehem* &lt;em&gt;pushed&lt;/em&gt; *ehem* me to have an up and running blog (thanks for the link by the way.XD). Well, this adds another blog to my name, but hopefully this won't suffer the same fate as theirs. Yeah, I'll make sure this one lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently had my college orientation yesterday and today, both at 8 in the morning and to sum it all up, it's just like a more liberated high school. Then again, it just must be the school I had the bad luck landing into. Argh. Just have to make the best of it I guess. Mostly boring really, but there was a junior who I could swear sounds just like Ms. Toli when she jokes around. Wonder if this is just the part of me who misses SHS talking... Anyway, I got to catch up with some of me and my ate's friends and they look just like how we remember them about 6 years ago. Don't understand why I don't look like my baby pictures though. Hmm...Okay, am drifting. I got into a fight with my mum today because I made her wait for more than an hour while I was at my orientation and things just worsened after that. I think she thought I was answering back to her when I wasn't but, dad made it better. We're better now. Just not noticing each other much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, I'm waiting for my parents to come back with pizza and pasta after a heavy downpour. I'm starting to freeze over here. A nice hot mug of hot choco with marshmallows sounds nice. Anyone wanna join? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158252-114925248962084653?l=whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/feeds/114925248962084653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158252&amp;postID=114925248962084653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/114925248962084653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158252/posts/default/114925248962084653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoneedsacompass.blogspot.com/2006/06/rough-seas.html' title='Rough Seas'/><author><name>gise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447910349346645166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
