<?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-4289317634540322188</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:10:18.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the tween gypsy</title><subtitle type='html'>so theres this awesumm gal named L3ann3.her fwends call her L3igh.her awesumm life started on the 20th of january.she has awesumm fwends and a little fwenemies. she can be a goddess of love and kindness, but wen you provoke her,she'll become a demon. welcumm to her awesumm world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-8520307697056864193</id><published>2009-07-22T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:09:48.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.yetilim.multiply.com/image/1/photos/116/400x400/23/P1040701.JPG?et=JK8q7pB0PLL4Rh%2B1pBU82A&amp;amp;nmid=266587307"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.yetilim.multiply.com/image/1/photos/116/400x400/23/P1040701.JPG?et=JK8q7pB0PLL4Rh%2B1pBU82A&amp;amp;nmid=266587307" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. it's been a while since i last opened blogger. i have to do this quick because im not that bored. so, im part of the superior crowd now ((hello sixth grade!). oh, and i joined FCCY, and actually enjoy it. my drawing skills have improved (miraculously.). ermm, i finally made use of my deviantart account and uploaded a few old stuff i made years ago. i've been good in class participation lately (okay, not that much). i've been  coloring manga scans, and im not that good at it. lastly, i wanna buy a new book! manga's good, too. i've been reading 'the land of the blindfolded' and 'mushishi'. tsugumi's manga is great, too. how am i gonna make a contribution to the world of mangas and books? i have no idea. i don't have that much time on my hand and i still have to finish a few projects. that reminds me, i have to work on it right now. buhbye bored losers who read this lifeless blog!&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-8520307697056864193?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8520307697056864193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=8520307697056864193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/8520307697056864193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/8520307697056864193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-happened-so-far.html' title='what happened so far'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-6969184872078533719</id><published>2009-05-25T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:42:41.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's only one tree hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vidiot.com/OneTreeHill/images/OneTreeHill-Cast-06s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.vidiot.com/OneTreeHill/images/OneTreeHill-Cast-06s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so recenly i've bought a buncho dvds. one of them was one tree hill. i have been so addicted to it lately! chad michael murray is oh so hot! so im still in the second season, but seriously, how long will it take for lucas and peyton to be together? im so tired of brooke and jake and lindsey and all those other people that interfere with them. one big question though. has the cw sue abs cbn for copying the story of one tree hill? i seriously think that tayong dalawa isnt that great. compared to one tree hill, tayong dalawa is dirt. i inserted a pic of the one tree hill  cast. tree hill lover signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-6969184872078533719?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6969184872078533719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=6969184872078533719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/6969184872078533719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/6969184872078533719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-only-one-tree-hill.html' title='there&apos;s only one tree hill'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-2772200259189244819</id><published>2009-05-25T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:04:45.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AllenIzed</title><content type='html'>okay, i know its too late to blog about this, but, yay! allen won! lol. i seriously woke up as early as possible just so i could watch the live broadcast of the amidol finale on starworld. everyone keeps saying that he won't be popular as others, but i dont agree. at all. i think kris has a very radio friendly voice. i think he'll belt out songs that we'll all love. my desktop is completely allen - ized. i got this really cool allen wallpaper, so i decided to put it up as my own. posting pics of it soon. clothes before bros!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-2772200259189244819?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2772200259189244819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=2772200259189244819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/2772200259189244819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/2772200259189244819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2009/05/allenized.html' title='AllenIzed'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-1642036420212783268</id><published>2009-05-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:32:56.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer oh nine part 2</title><content type='html'>errmm. so the kids are me, my cousin (and best friend) ella, and my brother. in leyte we went to tacloba, san juanico bridge, monte cueva, rafael's farm, and other blahs that i forgot about. now for the even greater part, time to go back to mactan, cebu! yeah, so again we went back to mactan cebu via supercat.err. we stayed at some cool hotel. err, we arrived there at 12:00, so we went to the ayala center to eat lunch at harbour city. after that, dessert at the dessert factory! we spent the whole afternoon shopping here. i spent a lot of time at powerbooks.ended up buyin 8 books! we ate dinner at the spaghetti factory. the next day we had a tour of cebu. we went to the taoist temple, park mall, lapu lapu's shrine/park thingy, and magellan's cross. we also went to sto. nino's. friday came. so it was typical to eat at tgi friday's. i seriously thinl i gained a few pounds while i was there. i mean, their serving are huge! we went home on friday. the cebu-leyte trip was officially overr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-1642036420212783268?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1642036420212783268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=1642036420212783268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/1642036420212783268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/1642036420212783268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-oh-nine-part-2.html' title='summer oh nine part 2'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-749787923939740727</id><published>2009-05-11T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:45:56.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer oh nine part 1</title><content type='html'>dang. three weeks till the end of summer. well, this summer wasnt as boring as last year's.so, err. my family ( consisting of my mom, dad, lil brother, guy cousin, gal cousin, uncle, and two aunts) and i went to cebu and leyte to visit our relatives.i think my skin is darker now because of the heat there. anyway, we took a flight via cebu pacific to mactan, cebu. when we arrived there, we went by taxi cab to pier 7 and bought boat tickets via supercat to ormoc,leyte. we waited for almost three hours there until the boat arrived. i secretly wanted to kill that twit of a captain for being hours late. so, yeah. i sleeped in the supercat for an hour and spent the remaining hour staring at the blue sea. there were trash everywhere, so i thought, shame on you, but then i realized, i threw trash anywhere too. oh well, nevermind the trash. so when we got to ormoc, our relatives picked us up and took their starex for a hour long car trip to baybay, which is a place in leyte. thank god i didnt barf. baybay is kinda cool. well, my uncle or sumthin (dunno how im related to him) is the president of this university, visayas state univerity and that university had a course called marine biology and we got to use their beach for free. the campus has a really cool pool too. we stayed at their guest house, which was humungous. and its really cool coz we eat breakfast at different places everyday. i mean, the first day we ate at the university's cafe. the next day we ate at this aunt's place, and then the next to my uncle's, and then, oh you get the picture. everyday we go to different places, and we cant all fit in the starex, so us, the kids, ride in my uncle alan's car. [to be continued]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-749787923939740727?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/749787923939740727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=749787923939740727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/749787923939740727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/749787923939740727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-oh-nine-part-1.html' title='summer oh nine part 1'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-8109533884058919578</id><published>2009-05-11T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:36:34.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LoveY lOVE lOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, considering them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. Have you found yours?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you understood the quote up there? I just so happen to read that from a website (Well, my source of quotes...credits to that site) that really touched me. I know the words are too simple and all and it is sort of 'geeky' but this quote really touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering, that my past posts are about school, summer,hobbies and etc...let me change the topic im going to tackle right now...lets call it...LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-8109533884058919578?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8109533884058919578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=8109533884058919578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/8109533884058919578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/8109533884058919578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovey-love-love.html' title='LoveY lOVE lOVE'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-5373525810400512548</id><published>2009-05-11T22:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:36:02.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rawr reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Did you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Try hard to fight your feelings, but you just couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;You fall deeper with each passing day,&lt;br /&gt;But try to hide it in every possible way.&lt;br /&gt;He's only a friend, and nothing else--&lt;br /&gt;That's the lie you keeping telling yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You keep on saying he's just a bud,&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside, you're falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;You get so giddy when you meet his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But keep reminding yourself it isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;A simple glance turns into a stare,&lt;br /&gt;But you pretned that you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;It's "not right" for you two to be.&lt;br /&gt;Is that why you hide it so no one can see?&lt;br /&gt;But how long will you pretend?&lt;br /&gt;Keep lying that he's just a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps your feelings you can never show.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's "wrong" for him to know.&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship can't be risked over this,&lt;br /&gt;So being his girl is an impossible wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-5373525810400512548?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5373525810400512548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=5373525810400512548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/5373525810400512548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/5373525810400512548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2009/05/rawr-reflections.html' title='rawr reflections'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-6602885798902859648</id><published>2009-05-11T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:35:38.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a vampire's courtee</title><content type='html'>today was, as usual, boring at first. i woke up with aches all over my poor body. i dont know why. when i logged on, i quickly went to my favorite file sharing site, scribd, and searched for eBooks. i dont know why i cant stop pressing the 'download' button. its like, a craving, or obsession! ROFL. after that, i logged on multiply and checked out my favorite onlie stores. i cant believe how cheap bags and laptop cases are there! i already ordered a FEW stuff. of course, my day isnt complete without going to glitter-graphics.com. talking to zette and the others always makes my day. too bad i have to cut it short since i have to go to gmall and buy stuff for school with my brothers. i completely adore shopping for school stuff! it makes me feel all giddy and excited. when i got back to maida vale, i started reading the vampire diaries' first book. its about two vampire brothers who are fighting for the heart of a human girl. twilight fans will love this! rawr panda, signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-6602885798902859648?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-4344302401879396896</id><published>2009-04-14T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:57:22.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone!</title><content type='html'>just as the title says, i have a brand new phone. my aunt gave it as a present. its a sony ericsson k750i. im going crazy over downloading and makin themes for it. im off to make themes, buh bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-4344302401879396896?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4344302401879396896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-4454208266417523016</id><published>2009-03-22T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:05:23.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ladislawa lurrvvee</title><content type='html'>last thursday, we had another party slash get together at jacy's house in ladislawa.we met at school 3 o'clock, and headed to mcdonalds to buy burgers and mcflurries. on the way to ladislawa, it was literally flooding in the car cpz the drinks kept on spilling. dang stupid bumps! wen we got there, gabrielle was sittin on the couch! we found out that gail went straight to jacy's house coz her clock was broken and she thought that it was already four. jacy's house had this pool so we went swimming, played water games, and did another episode of our show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-3915421050202413209</id><published>2009-03-14T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:54:23.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pics from gail's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/Sbuybs5EO0I/AAAAAAAAABU/dpqHJuU_sDk/s1600-h/IMG0242A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/Sbuybs5EO0I/AAAAAAAAABU/dpqHJuU_sDk/s200/IMG0242A.jpg" alt="" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SbuybQQIsVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6Zvlbypqw7Q/s1600-h/IMG0232A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SbuybQQIsVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6Zvlbypqw7Q/s200/IMG0232A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313036366702489938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken by phone. sorry about the low quality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-3915421050202413209?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3915421050202413209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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before prom, and picking out our dresses together. senior year of course, we're gonna have our first road trip! can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-5029861808374926965?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5029861808374926965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=5029861808374926965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/5029861808374926965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/5029861808374926965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.,and we have to accept every reality that it never seems true,,,and not all the times there are happy endings and wishes do come true...sometimes maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.,im almost way out of it,,i mean, not only getting over someone...but almost loosing hope that there will never be a mr.right or mr.perfect,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.,ive already entered such relationships.,that obviously didnt clicked,,or didnt have any of those happy endings my friends always tell me about...haize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.,that's another part  to everyone, has to be faced also...oh yeah...hi3..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.,i just have to  put in mind  what my friend told me "forget the unhappy past.,,and live the happy present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.,yeah,,,but still im almost way out of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.,aio...so sad...hu2..:((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-3767071069371189592?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3767071069371189592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=3767071069371189592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/3767071069371189592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/3767071069371189592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/10/almost-way-out-of-it.html' title='~alMost wAy oUt of it...'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-9046812454934408425</id><published>2008-10-29T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:10:42.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~stiLL waitiNg fOr you,,mR.20 dAys~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.,i do honestly,,still wish and hope for you to reach a specified point..and to be mine...though it doesnt seem as that...but deep inside...i cant put it somewhere difficult to see or find...its too evident...that i have this great affection,wholehearted liking for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,and though im not having it back,,im not fond of it,,,im just satisfied with the things as they are...with you...your everything,without exception..and without anticipation and regards as probable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,every period of 24 hours,,,every period of light between sunrise and sunset;at all times i wanted to be at the place or time not far away departured from you..on account of the fact that i have this instictive aptitude and emotional sensation for you...the fortunate feeling that i got from you always make me turn up the corners of my mouth and exhibit pleasure and amusement is really pre-eminent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,i dont want to use pointlessly or thoughtlessly my time,,just to remain inactive in expectation..but as long as i could wait,,ill sincerely do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,i dont care about the physical or mental suffering coz im always willing to take you as an imagined series of events,,and an expectation of something desired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-9046812454934408425?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/9046812454934408425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=9046812454934408425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/9046812454934408425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/9046812454934408425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-waiting-for-youmr20-days.html' title='~stiLL waitiNg fOr you,,mR.20 dAys~'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-8583159980750871211</id><published>2008-10-26T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:11:08.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im free!</title><content type='html'>finally! sem break is here! muah! yay! that officially means i can stay in my room all day without leaving my computer! i will miss my crush though. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-8583159980750871211?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-3328928338614275907</id><published>2008-10-26T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:43:47.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM 3</title><content type='html'>i super ♥ the third installment of high school musical!&lt;br /&gt;troy was still kinda cute and i loved the part where gabriella taught troy how to waltz, it was amazing! gabriella even danced a little ballet!i also loved tiara and sharpay's showdown, it was completely funny! speaking of sharpay, i laughed my eye sockets out when sharpay had no idea that zara was gonna be the one to sing with her coz troy was still driving with gabriella!&lt;br /&gt;haha, that's all for now, bye guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-6291166489322971460</id><published>2008-10-03T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T05:47:15.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the.man.who.ruined.my.life</title><content type='html'>ugh! i hate him!&lt;br /&gt;i freakin hate him!&lt;br /&gt;why does bad things happen to me when he's around?&lt;br /&gt;he gives me bad luck!&lt;br /&gt;who is he?&lt;br /&gt;his codename is&lt;br /&gt;malas or bagoong&lt;br /&gt;his name?&lt;br /&gt;that i'll never tell you&lt;br /&gt;*cough* cyril *cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-6909420584923342397</id><published>2008-09-26T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:55:34.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="blogcontent"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;The way I see it, when it comes to ending relationships, a person will act either of two ways:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is the girl who humbles herself, latches onto a relationship fiercely until she is let go, dredges the bottom until she can no longer find any scraps or semblance of what she used to love. This girl will hang on until she is at the point of humiliation. At the end of the day, when the relationship finally falls apart, she is content in knowing there was nothing else she could have done to save it. She thinks this’ll give her less of a reason to look back and regret.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And then there’s the girl who recoils at the first sign of trouble. She will withdraw faster than he has a chance to prove her wrong. She’d rather be the one who rejects than the one rejected. She covers her bases quickly, and shuts out any possibility of being embarrassed or offended. She’d rather have her pride intact than the truth, with all its potentially gory details.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are pros and cons to being one or the other.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So which one do you think you’ll be?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-6909420584923342397?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6909420584923342397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=6909420584923342397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/6909420584923342397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/6909420584923342397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/which-one-are-you.html' title='Which one are you?'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-7544824344279804523</id><published>2008-09-26T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:53:01.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and more boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="blogcontent"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;It’s daunting enough to have to bond with people other than the foursome that you’ve known forever, it’s downright terrifying that the new additions to our barkada are a ragtag group of boys!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sure, it has its perks. There’s less reason to worry about how you’re going to go home late at night, how you’re dragging that heavy pile of books from your locker to the car, and how you’re ever going to finish off that triple chocolate cake and banana split. Still, boys and girls are so different that you know things are bound to get tricky.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or so we’ve been told.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So then, will boys and girls every truly get along? What if girls want to just go to the mall or gossip and boys insist on the food court or play? Could boys ever be okay with a little healthy competition from the girls, on days when the girls take on their passion for sports? And what if feelings other than friendship develop, would it all be downhill from there for the whole gang?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jury’s out, I guess. In the meantime, Jill and I will see who we can trick to drive us to the mall! &lt;img src="http://www.candymag.com/katie/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-7544824344279804523?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7544824344279804523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=7544824344279804523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/7544824344279804523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/7544824344279804523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/boys-and-more-boys.html' title='Boys and more boys'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-2823672786268480655</id><published>2008-09-26T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:49:13.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know?</title><content type='html'>So when does friendship end and romance begin? When do you start having more than friendly feelings for a friend? When it begins, does it hit you like a jackhammer, pounding on all your sensibilities and jarring you from out of your comfort zone? Or does it creep ever so slowly, almost unnoticeably, until one day you’re looking at someone you’ve looked at your whole life as if it’s the first time you’re seeing him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-2823672786268480655?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2823672786268480655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=2823672786268480655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/2823672786268480655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/2823672786268480655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-do-you-know.html' title='How do you know?'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-3255877038494186320</id><published>2008-09-26T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:47:26.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bee-log</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="blogcontent"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;They say good girls write in diaries and bad girls don’t have the time. Those in between put up blogs!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So my heart, my head, and the contents of my dinner are just one click away and it’s kind of daunting. On the one hand, I’m exposed for all to see. On the other, there’s less reason to feel isolated, communing with a whole new neighborhood of friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What can be expected from my blog? The way I see it—everything from the totally inane to the truly heartfelt. Anything that I get riled up about during the day, or those that completely bring me down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My no-holds-barred tell all is officially up and running!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-3255877038494186320?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3255877038494186320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=3255877038494186320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/3255877038494186320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 20th of september i was on the computer the whole day&lt;br /&gt;then, around 8 o'clock, iona rubinos, my friend&lt;br /&gt;IMed me asking where i got my blog layout&lt;br /&gt;i responded and told her the site&lt;br /&gt;then, minutes after, she asked me to edit the code since she doesnt know how&lt;br /&gt;of course, i gave in and did it for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes passed and after a few bloodsheds,&lt;br /&gt;i finished her code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i emailed it to her and crossed my fingers that it will work&lt;br /&gt;after a few heart throbbing minutes, she said that there was an error&lt;br /&gt;i gave her some pointers on what to do and crossed my fingers again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took a long time after she IMed me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, she announced that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WORKED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy that i succeeded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hard and long,&lt;br /&gt;but it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-4609324017526848273?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4609324017526848273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=4609324017526848273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/4609324017526848273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/4609324017526848273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-good-deed.html' title='a sweet good deed'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-5736408162237658725</id><published>2008-09-19T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:14:38.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about gremlins and munchkins</title><content type='html'>i used to have an awesum school life wen my little brother was still in pre school...&lt;br /&gt;i used to have never ending salo-salo sessions with mah friends...&lt;br /&gt;i used to do everything i wanted...&lt;br /&gt;i used to be free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that he's in first grade&lt;br /&gt;my relationship with my friends ended&lt;br /&gt;i was now separated from the group becoz i have to eat lunch with my bro&lt;br /&gt;since he's too scared to eat by himself or ask his classmates to eat with him&lt;br /&gt;i was now feeling out of place and not having any idea wat my friends are talking about&lt;br /&gt;right now, my friends and i hardly ever talk to each other anymore&lt;br /&gt;niether do we notice each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, wen little siblings are born,&lt;br /&gt;they start as sweet cute munchins who fill ur life with joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wen they're old enough to walk and talk, they evolve into horrible gremlins&lt;br /&gt;who annoy you, ruin you, and make you hate them???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont get it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-5736408162237658725?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5736408162237658725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=5736408162237658725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/5736408162237658725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/5736408162237658725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-gremlins-and-munchkins.html' title='about gremlins and munchkins'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-3409029664747786247</id><published>2008-09-19T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:28:06.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♣ Dino Imperial ♣</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2241/1574851514_7717f1001f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 340px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2241/1574851514_7717f1001f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a little info about my new celeb crush dino imperial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dino Imperial&lt;/b&gt; (born &lt;b&gt;(Dino Ricardo Kilates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;sup class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dino_Imperial#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_9" title="April 9"&gt;April 9&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1988" title="1988"&gt;1988&lt;/a&gt;) is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filipino_people" title="Filipino people"&gt;Filipino&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Actor" title="Actor"&gt;actor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Commercial_Model&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Commercial Model (page does not exist)"&gt;Commercial Model&lt;/a&gt;. He is a member of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ABS_CBN" title="ABS CBN" class="mw-redirect"&gt;ABS CBN&lt;/a&gt;’s circle of homegrown talents named &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Magic" title="Star Magic"&gt;Star Magic&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ABS-CBN" title="ABS-CBN" class="mw-redirect"&gt;ABS-CBN&lt;/a&gt;’s Talent Management &amp;amp; Development Center and stars in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Magic_Presents" title="Star Magic Presents"&gt;Star Magic Presents: Abt Ur Luv&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; Student &lt;p&gt;Dino is taking his studies more seriously than perhaps his career in show business.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Multi-media_Arts&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Multi-media Arts (page does not exist)"&gt;Multi-media Arts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophomore" title="Sophomore"&gt;sophomore&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_La_Salle-College_of_Saint_Benilde" title="De La Salle-College of Saint Benilde"&gt;De La Salle-College of Saint Benilde&lt;/a&gt; is determined to finish the course at all costs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He chose to major in Multi-media Arts because, according to him, he likes to be in graphic design. He also likes to paint and do graffiti arts. He loves the arts so much that he has discovered a way of de-stressing himself: coloring books.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dino knows the value of education and believes that it will be his fallback when all these things in show business shall have passed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Besides his dream to finish a degree, Dino also wishes to put up a business. He plans to save money so that he can start a clothing line, a club, or a restaurant. Quite an ambitious guy, but he appears to be not just a dreamer but an achiever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Right now, Dino’s short-term goal is to have a well-sculpted body. He does regular exercises because he wants to see himself on a billboard along &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edsa" title="Edsa" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Edsa&lt;/a&gt; with a real buffed body! “That will really make me happy!” he explains. And if given the chance, he also hopes to be a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Video_jockey" title="Video jockey" class="mw-redirect"&gt;video jockey&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disc_jockey" title="Disc jockey"&gt;disc jockey&lt;/a&gt; someday.&lt;/p&gt; Accidental star &lt;p&gt;Not many know that Dino was discovered by accident.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After a scheduled visit to the family’s dentist, he sweet talked his mother to take him to a burger joint.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I wanted to test if my teeth were strong!” a smiling Dino recalls. While he was claiming their drinks, a stranger, obviously a gay man, came up to him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I thought I saw a ghost,” Dino says. “I was so afraid I ran back to where my mom was.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To cut the story short, that chance encounter eventually led Dino to star in a number of television commercials.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, Dino is considered as one of the most sought-after product endorsers in the business. If you’re a motorist you wouldn’t miss his face along &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edsa" title="Edsa" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Edsa&lt;/a&gt; and other major thoroughfares in the metropolis as he is the face of PLDT myDSL. The same billboard is replicated in newspapers as full-page color ads, not to mention the television live-action version. He is also in that heartwarming &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coca-Cola" title="Coca-Cola"&gt;Coca-Cola&lt;/a&gt; TV commercial about how families are drawn together by the soda drink.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More than the television commercials, the billboards along the highways, and the print ads, Dino is an actor dying to be recognized for his thespic skills.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Ultimately I’d like to be known as Dino, the actor,” he declares unabashedly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While he has appeared in just a couple of movies, particularly Shake, Rattle and Roll 8, he is very optimistic he’d be in more movies when he leaves his teen life and enter a more adult and responsible life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dino is glad that he’s in several shows on &lt;b&gt;ABS-CBN&lt;/b&gt;, like the youth-oriented &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Magic" title="Star Magic"&gt;Star Magic&lt;/a&gt; Presents: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abt_Ur_Luv" title="Abt Ur Luv"&gt;Abt Ur Luv&lt;/a&gt;, Ur Lyf 2 , &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Love_Spell:_Ellay_Enchanted&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Love Spell: Ellay Enchanted (page does not exist)"&gt;Love Spell: Ellay Enchanted&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Astigs:_Hay_Skul_Lyf&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Astigs: Hay Skul Lyf (page does not exist)"&gt;Astigs: Hay Skul Lyf&lt;/a&gt;. With all these things keeping him in the fulcrum of show business, Dino doesn’t complain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-3409029664747786247?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3409029664747786247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=3409029664747786247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/3409029664747786247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/3409029664747786247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/dino-imperial.html' title='♣ Dino Imperial ♣'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-5164871904052782873</id><published>2008-09-19T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:20:53.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ recollection ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;recollection namin kahapon mga dearzz…&lt;br /&gt;august 30 2008 was tha date…&lt;br /&gt;it was perfect timing&lt;br /&gt;cause it even rhymes!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it was mostly good…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and we rode on a jeepney  (cheap nman.jowk.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;my jeep - mates were…&lt;br /&gt;timothy&lt;br /&gt;kimberley&lt;br /&gt;izza&lt;br /&gt;jacey&lt;br /&gt;klyne&lt;br /&gt;feil (its pronounced like "fiel")&lt;br /&gt;gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;miranda&lt;br /&gt;patrick&lt;br /&gt;percival&lt;br /&gt;anthony&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;there were a lot of us in one jeep… but surprisingly, we fit&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the place was beautiful, but really small. you can walk around the cemented areas in just 5 minutes, or if u run, i guess 2…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it would be bigger if they cemented the "bukid-like" places and the jungle-like forest place thingy thingy…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;our " recollection masters" (as sir unggoy calls em) are:&lt;br /&gt;kuya art&lt;br /&gt;kuya richard&lt;br /&gt;kuya arnold (2 my classm8s: was his name arnold? i 4got!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;they were really nice and funny!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i sat next to tracy (on mii right) and godfred (on mii left)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;we ate lunch on the "bahay kubo" thingy thingies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;wen i said "we" i meant tracy, marnellie, aaron, klyne, steph, and bea…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;haha. ung pauwi kmi, we were still on the same jeep, so lingaw masyado!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;nag racing kmi sa ibang jeeps na section nmin! lolz. yung isang section naibog lng kay saba kaau mi, unya cla dila maka shout, kmi cge lng shout! nasa kanilang bus kc yung teacher! lolz.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;we keep on saying "loser" to the other buses wen they come close to us. with action pa!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;haha… sorry that i have some tagalog and bisaya wordss here…&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-5164871904052782873?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5164871904052782873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=5164871904052782873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/5164871904052782873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/5164871904052782873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/recollection.html' title='♥ recollection ♥'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-2436815625172228131</id><published>2008-09-19T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:20:07.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ what some guys dont really get ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;Every girl dreams that one day she will find a guy that does these&lt;br /&gt;things for her. even the smallest action can have the BIGGEST impact in&lt;br /&gt;someones life.&lt;br /&gt;• give her one of your t-shirts to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;• leave her cute text notes.&lt;br /&gt;• kiss her in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;• tell her she looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;• look into her eyes when you talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;• let her mess with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;• touch her hair.&lt;br /&gt;• just walk around with her.&lt;br /&gt;• FORGIVE her for her MISTAKES.&lt;br /&gt;• look at her like she’s the only girl you see.&lt;br /&gt;• tickle her even when she says stop.&lt;br /&gt;• hold her hand when you’re around your friends.&lt;br /&gt;• be the one to take her hand, don’t make her reach for you&lt;br /&gt;• be the one to call her, don’t make her always call you&lt;br /&gt;• when she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;• let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;• get her mad, then kiss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-2436815625172228131?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2436815625172228131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=2436815625172228131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/2436815625172228131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/2436815625172228131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-some-guys-dont-really-get.html' title='♥ what some guys dont really get ♥'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-7986470320448680880</id><published>2008-09-19T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:03:03.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Never Let Go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;never thought my year would turn out like this. Its like my life is so&lt;br /&gt;complete and perfect though not that perfect and all out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;year was just starting, its been 2-3 months since the school started&lt;br /&gt;but im feelin’ the glory and happiness already..I know its too early to&lt;br /&gt;judge this year and i know that things might change any time now…but&lt;br /&gt;i m really hoping that what ever it is i have now…will remain the&lt;br /&gt;same as it is….Im really looking forward for this thing that im&lt;br /&gt;into…to last for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Things&lt;br /&gt;didnt stayed long back then..but i wanna make a new record, and make&lt;br /&gt;this present last till the future. If possible…I even want to make it&lt;br /&gt;last &lt;del&gt;FOREVER.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I dont wanna let go.&lt;br /&gt;No i wont..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Its my first time to be serious in these things..&lt;br /&gt;before i became serious but it faded right away..&lt;br /&gt;I promised to my self….this time…it wont fade..i promised that it’ll just stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;He changed me..and I changed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont let anything ruin this thing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;original from sis kymie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-7986470320448680880?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7986470320448680880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=7986470320448680880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/7986470320448680880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/7986470320448680880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-let-go.html' title='..Never Let Go..'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-1072710488024818352</id><published>2008-09-19T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:03:50.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Its so hard to expect, for something to be yours…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know that everything you own..wont last forever in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;It may stay long…but not permanent. Even the permanent markers invented wont stay permanent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;There are times i think a lot of things while looking at a distant place nowhere…&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if such thing as "forever" exist…if such thing….do really occur.&lt;br /&gt;If i have something….will it stay with me forever?&lt;br /&gt;I kept on asking…though i know…the answer..is no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even if i hold on…even if i tighten the grip..&lt;br /&gt;if&lt;br /&gt;its not meant for me….it wont stay with me…even if…there’s a&lt;br /&gt;formation of bond between me..and the thing i’ve been holding on,&lt;br /&gt;destiny…will make a way…to find its way..to its rightful owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;It hurts to think…that..after you’ve loved someone with your whole heart…&lt;br /&gt;someday……you two will go seperate ways..&lt;br /&gt;someday…..he will be owned by someone else…&lt;br /&gt;"the&lt;br /&gt;one" for him. Sometimes…i wonder, if he isnt for you why did he even&lt;br /&gt;crossed your path anyway? Why did you loved him? Why did he loved you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;If in the end…you two wont be the one for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I mean..what’s the sense of you two meeting up…and loving each other…then in the end, he isnt for you afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;That’s why its so hard to love.&lt;br /&gt;Its&lt;br /&gt;like you’re performing a mathematical equation in "Trial-and-error"&lt;br /&gt;method which is something I really hate in any form of equations. You&lt;br /&gt;try…and if you think you finally got it….the result turn out to be&lt;br /&gt;wrong..and then..you have to try once more for another equation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I dont know, but..i cant help but think way ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;Im&lt;br /&gt;the type of person, that thinks about the future..and plans on how to&lt;br /&gt;solve it, im not the type that crosses the bridge when she/he gets&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Its really so hard….&lt;br /&gt;its been bothering me…because..i wanna hold on forever.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna let go…&lt;br /&gt;I want everything to stay the way it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;i just hope…that i am "the one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;cant i really fight with what destiny wants?&lt;br /&gt;cant i really act against what destiny intends?&lt;br /&gt;cant i really change what destiny had already written?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Everything is up to us anyway…&lt;br /&gt;if we wanna stay forever…we should hold on forever….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;but….even if i fight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;it depends on destiny…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;whatsoever, if i cant fight destiny..&lt;br /&gt;ill just fight against "the one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;i wont let go…&lt;br /&gt;ill hold on tight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;and then, "the one" wont have any chance…&lt;br /&gt;as long as we’re binded together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;nobody or no one will separate us..&lt;br /&gt;never…ill never let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;ill make this stay forever…..&lt;br /&gt;and ill make myself….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;"THE ONE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;original from sis kymie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-1072710488024818352?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1072710488024818352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=1072710488024818352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/1072710488024818352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/1072710488024818352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/forever.html' title='Forever?'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-66353373990495287</id><published>2008-09-19T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:11:28.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scene girls: why i lubb them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;" other girls fit in, but they prefer to make a scene"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz, i think that quote sounded like that! omg, i really lubb scene girls! i lubb their hair, makeup, and definitely their clothes!i reaLLy hate their haters! wat do u care? their who they want, and choose to be! i lubb the models &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;dani gore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;hannah beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;audrey kitching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt; the best! they look so good with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;skelanimals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;! go here if u wanna see pics of em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;http://www.glitter-graphics.com/gallery.php?ownerID=562159&amp;amp;filterID=0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-66353373990495287?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/66353373990495287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=66353373990495287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/66353373990495287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/66353373990495287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/scene-girls-why-i-lubb-them.html' title='scene girls: why i lubb them'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-8384686320574851744</id><published>2008-09-19T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:08:58.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my info… ftalk style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Real Name: Leanne&lt;br /&gt;aliases: lei, lei-chan&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: filipino&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: january 20&lt;br /&gt;Blood Type: a&lt;br /&gt;Sign: aquarius&lt;br /&gt;Educational attainment: guess! lolz&lt;br /&gt;Friendster Member Since: May 2007&lt;br /&gt;Friendstertalk Member Since: june 7 08&lt;br /&gt;Friendster Account(s): &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/liletoile" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/liletoile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friendster Groups Owned (if any): none&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Other Portals:&lt;br /&gt;MySpace –&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/princessliletoile" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/princessliletoile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;glitter-graphics.com –&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/users/lil.etoile" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;http://www.glitter-graphics.com/users/lil.etoile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;crunchroll –&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/user/liletoile" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;http://www.crunchyroll.com/user/liletoile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;esnips –&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/user/liletoilegirl" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;http://www.esnips.com/user/liletoilegirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;gaia –&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/profiles/7678367" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;http://www.gaiaonline.com/profiles/7678367&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;fanfiction.net –&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1234692/purpleBEARSx3" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1234692/purpleBEARSx3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-8384686320574851744?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8384686320574851744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=8384686320574851744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/8384686320574851744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/8384686320574851744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-info-ftalk-style.html' title='my info… ftalk style!'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-8910185828081173348</id><published>2008-09-19T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:06:39.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>joe jonas!</title><content type='html'>im currently lubbing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;joe jonas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;he’s really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;, actually kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;talented&lt;/span&gt;, a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;geeky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but he also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt; has a big heart ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;im totally liking his hair in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;camp rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, and his love team with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;demi lovato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is great too. speaking of demi, i found out from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;izza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; her official &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;ym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; account! its: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;demetriadevonne_lovato@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. its really fun chattin with her coz shes really cool! if u dont believe me, add her, than call her… sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;selena gomez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; comes to chat too. its actually a big dream of mine to meet joe personally, or even just go to one of those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;jobro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; concerts! gotta go now!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     buhbye,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.4em; color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;Lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-8910185828081173348?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8910185828081173348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=8910185828081173348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/8910185828081173348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/8910185828081173348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/joe-jonas.html' title='joe jonas!'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289317634540322188.post-4158472393492279196</id><published>2008-09-19T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:05:39.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my very pwetty comeback!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;haha! its been a while since i updated this blog! btw, pa add nman sa ym mga dudes at dudettes diyan! lil.etoile is my ym account….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kapoy masyado ang school, im gettin drowned in projects and homework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;oo nga pala, naging bayut lalo si arce, naga stalk na nga siya ng mga high school guys eh! in fairness, cute naman talaga ang mga guys na gina stalk niya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;haha… till nxt time nanaman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                                                                        cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                                                                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Tween Gypsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.4em; color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289317634540322188-4158472393492279196?l=thetweengypsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4158472393492279196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4289317634540322188&amp;postID=4158472393492279196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/4158472393492279196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289317634540322188/posts/default/4158472393492279196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetweengypsy.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-very-pwetty-comeback.html' title='my very pwetty comeback!'/><author><name>the tween gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231286340648658142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJEXtpWREcg/SNSNUCTBAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VXmIJnJPIZ4/S220/untitled3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
