tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48965690387200670792024-02-08T07:45:57.938-08:00My Twisted Fairytalemytwistedfairytalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09420236948300842956noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896569038720067079.post-82652106562444718252009-01-12T18:35:00.001-08:002009-01-12T18:35:50.460-08:00William Beckett of The Academy Is...<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lindsayshoemakephotography/2660028854/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3038/2660028854_dffd682903.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lindsayshoemakephotography/2660028854/">William Beckett of The Academy Is...</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lindsayshoemakephotography/">Lindsay Shoemake</a>.</span></div><p>William Eugene Beckett Jr. - at the end of their set. Warped Tour 08, Atlanta.</p>mytwistedfairytalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09420236948300842956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896569038720067079.post-21400252764993115412009-01-05T18:20:00.000-08:002009-01-31T06:36:38.479-08:00The Baby Is Now a Bigger Baby<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84dsCRkhrhs/SWLJT-Uo17I/AAAAAAAAABI/csBlsG1T27g/s1600-h/brr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84dsCRkhrhs/SWLJT-Uo17I/AAAAAAAAABI/csBlsG1T27g/s320/brr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288010257470642098" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >-yes this is <span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>...most of the time :))-</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Bye bye 2008,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" > hello 2009</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">! Yes, finally another year has started. <span style="font-style: italic;">Whew</span>! Wonder what this year brings. Hmm. I know we've only just begun <span style="font-size:85%;">(la la la..okay, not the song. point is...)</span> but I want to fast forward to this year's end.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">By the end of 2009, I'd be a year <span style="font-style: italic;">older</span>.</span> DUH. But really, this year, is prolly a turning point for me. <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">December 19</span></span> is the day I'd finally be <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >18</span>. Not that I've been waiting for it or anything. I really don't know why people make such a fuss about being <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >EIGHTEEN</span>. I mean, yes sure you'd have more privileges but oh cmon, d'you really want to age? Hm. So it's about getting in the movies with warnings that says <span style="font-style: italic;">R-18</span>, huh? Hah! Guilty!<br /><br />..but anyhoo, as I was saying...I guess, being 18 and being legal in so many ways give you the sense of freedom. This is the time to say good bye to curfews and most of mommy and daddy's do's and don'ts. Wuhoo! Right? Ain't that fun? You don't expect them to keep on reminding you at the point that you have to brush your teeth after every meals, that you have to take a bath, etc etc. This is the time when you're grown enough to take care of yourself and be the one mostly responsible for every action you do.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I guess, <span style="font-size:130%;">this year, what I'm really aiming for is to get an </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ostentatious</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> car and a ultramegaHOTT & rich boyfriend that'd provide me with what I deserve to have as an independent woman</span>. Mind you, I'm calling myself a woman and not just a lady anymore. Ha!<br /><br />...Kidding! I'm not a <span style="font-style: italic;">spoiled b****</span>. ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What I'm really trying to say is that, <span style="font-size:180%;">I want to be more independent</span> this year(Hear that? Hah! I do! I do!). Really. Most 17 year olds know how to cross the street. Most teens my age knows how to cook, wash, iron and all those other things I'm not capable of (at the moment, okay? gimme a chance!). So, I have to start learning all those things.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >I just wish, hope and pray that I'd survive. :]</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">oh btw, if you have time..yes YOU! Add me :D</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">* mind you, these are all active accounts and I check them <span style="font-style: italic;">almost</span> everyday.</span> </span><ul><li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/laurenerika">Friendster</a></span></li><li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://plurk.com/laurenerika">Plurk</a></span></li><li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://myspace.com/nikagurl">Myspace</a></span></li><li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://squeakyclean.multiply.com/">Multiply</a></span></li><li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://tagged.com/mytwistedfairytale">Tagged</a></span></li><li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://twitter.com/iamlauren">Twitter</a></span></li><li style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><a href="http://friendsorenemies.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Friends or Enemies</span></a></li><li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Facebook</span></span></li></ul>mytwistedfairytalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09420236948300842956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896569038720067079.post-69995641303995047562009-01-04T06:37:00.000-08:002009-01-04T06:51:51.996-08:00Faded PhotographsLa la la. Patapos na ang bakasyon at wala namang nangyari sakin. HAHA. Yes, ganda ng title no? Pero wag muna tayong mag-English ngayon. Bagong taon eh, for once eh <span style="font-style: italic;">tangkilikin ang sariling atin mode</span> muna ako. Anyway.....<br /><br />After 10 years, naisipan ko ulit iupdate 'tong blog. Actually, ilang araw ko na rin pinag-iisipan gawin 'to ngunit, subalit, datapwat, kaso nga lang hindi ko alam kung ano ba dapat kong ilagay. Sooooo, ngayon naisipan kong humanap ng inspirasyon sa mga pictures ko dito sa laptop. Voila! Ito na nga, I'm typing! I'm typing!<br /><br />Hep hep! Random lang 'to kaya pagpasensyahan mo na.<br /><br />Siguro nagtataka na kayo (feeling maraming readers. ganon talaga. think positive daw eh) kung bakit nga ba <span style="font-style: italic;">Faded Photographs</span> ang title ko. Parang <span style="font-style: italic;">wow! ang deep!</span> no? Eh, parang lang. bwaha. Joke! Well, kasi habang natingin ako ng mga pictures kanina, namiss ko bigla ang highschool days ko (Oo, obviously, highschool pictures ang tinitingnan ko!). Sobrang dami ng nagbago mula non. Sobrang simple lang ng buhay non (kala mo lolang nagkukwento sa apo eh no?) sa highschool. Kahit pa nagsasayaw kami sa corridors, go lang ng go!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84dsCRkhrhs/SWDMb1zPzyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1XinZCrkDVM/s1600-h/IMGP0109a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84dsCRkhrhs/SWDMb1zPzyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1XinZCrkDVM/s400/IMGP0109a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287450741203521314" border="0" /></a><br />Diba, parang ang happy happy? Wala lang. I miss them. Infairness, FYI..batch na namin yan. Oo, maniwala ka.<br /><br /><br />So, paano ba yan mga bata..Ubos na ang ating oras, hanggang sa susunod na kabanata ;)mytwistedfairytalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09420236948300842956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896569038720067079.post-47597516675941377842008-12-16T07:07:00.000-08:002008-12-16T07:20:54.979-08:00I said BRR, it's cold in hereIt's been really chilly these days. I mean, yeah it's the Christmas season and all but it's really FREAKIN' COLD! Seriously. I think I could end up wearing socks at night. Don't you feel cold at all? During day time, I do wear shorts but I don't think my legs would be able to hold up if I don't change into something longer once the moon has showed up. BRR. It's just so cold that I could almost see snow falling from the sky. I know this is nothing compared to what winter has to offer but, cmon! we're so not used to this. Rarr! Well, okay. I know it's better than our sizzling hot summers but still, it's really freezing. What's happening to the world? Have we all been that bad that we are being frozen to death (I'm being exagg, I know)? *Sigh*<br /><br />It's the second night of Simbang Gabi and I went with only my mom. We were waiting for my dad to pick us up somewhere a bit nearer to our house. I wanted to go elsewhere to see my friend but to my disappointment, she didn't let me saying that my dad would be there any minute and we can't afford to make him wait (He's just not the most patient person in the world). I told her that I wouldn't take long and that my dad would prolly arrive later as always. Huh, that still didn't convince her, but guess what? I was right. Turns out, my dad fell asleep so she decided that we start walking. It was damn freezing cold! I didn't bring my jacket, to make matters worse. Gahh! So coooold. What's happening to the world?!<br /><br />Uh. Sigh. Hug, anyone?mytwistedfairytalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09420236948300842956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896569038720067079.post-85662431662214208502008-12-08T18:42:00.000-08:002008-12-08T19:09:52.191-08:00TwilightHundreds and thousands of fans have probably critiqued the movie version of the world-wide phenomenon, <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Twilight</span>...yet, here I am still continuing with this.<br /><br />Well yeah, the saga made me all <span style="font-style: italic;">goo-goo-ga-ga</span> over 'em. Seriously. It was an amazing story. That is if you're into romance and all that. Like Harry Potter, I wished for it to be magically viewed in the big screen. Sure, it'd be quite tricky and stuff but HP pulled it off so why not Twilight?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84dsCRkhrhs/ST3df9OI3aI/AAAAAAAAAAg/--eoMe7KvAo/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84dsCRkhrhs/ST3df9OI3aI/AAAAAAAAAAg/--eoMe7KvAo/s400/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277617879427636642" border="0" /></a><br />Poof! And now, look at the picture. Yes, indeed that is the movie I was wishing for months back. Finally! Because the wait was too long and hard to bare (exagg, I know!). Little by little, trailers and sneak previews came out and the fans (including me, myself and I) just went wild with anticipation. Then, after the very <span style="font-style: italic;">looooooooooooooooooooooooooong </span>wait, it was time for the movie's release.<br /><br />Anyway, let's just get to the point, shall we? To cut it short, I was finally able to watch it. Unfortunately, impatience got the best of me so I ended up watching it from the Internet. And let me tell you, it wasn't of good quality just yet. As for the movie, I give it a star. Yey! You think that's good? Well, you know how rating goes, right? The highest to give are five shining, shimmering stars. I'm quite sure some would beg to differ but I know there are those who are just as disappointed as I am.<br /><br />I do know that the movie version usually has lots of scenes from the original story taken out to make it shorter and more precise but I don't think they did a good job doing that. Honestly, I thought they cut most of the important parts. Some of what they've taken out are essential to the other three books. How they would relate them next time? We have yet to witness.<br /><br /><br />So, how about you? How do you find the movie version of the best selling novel, Twilight?mytwistedfairytalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09420236948300842956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896569038720067079.post-22772284140623835822008-11-29T18:49:00.000-08:002008-11-29T18:59:39.744-08:00It's just that highschool never ends<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84dsCRkhrhs/STIAc5VygWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/njxRNescwHU/s1600-h/ehren2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84dsCRkhrhs/STIAc5VygWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/njxRNescwHU/s320/ehren2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274278610032820578" border="0" /></a><br />As I look back on what happened before, eveything seems a blurr. Well, yea. seriously. It seems like everything has just started. We were in our classroom, getting to know each other. Aww. It all started with the BENEKATORSE. A class of fourteen students who hardly got along. Seriously. Let's admit it. Our class always fought, right? It was almost every month that we had to have an open forum just to solve our probs. Whatelse? Oh! And our ever presentable presentations. gawd. "oh bacteria go away, go away you blow my mind..i'm healthy..yea yea..i'm healthy..uhuh-uhuh" haha. Anyways, we hated school back then. I mean, literally HATE. We actually despised it. haha! Then, Lioba... what happened then? Our lives were quiet that time...i think. Though, they never ran out of issues to accuse us. We were always given "the talk." Oh well. Aren't we oh-so used to that yet?<br /><br />Then, here comes the bestest year for us. *cheers* Juniors! Ehrentrudis :] aww. we had a great year and a very memorable reco. I believe that this year was a blast for most if not all since we became one. dibaa? Also, this year was the highlight (somehow) of our HS life. We had so much fun, we did what we wanted and luckily got a way with it. Haha! Anyways, another is of course, our much awaited Quinceñera. Yey!We never expected it to be that much fun. It was suuppeerr! love it<br /><br />Lastly, now here we are standing hand in hand in search for our destiny. Finally, we are in our fourth and final year in St. Scho. In a few weeks, we'll be marching down the aisle, receiving our diplomas and bowing down in front of our proud parents and teachers. The end has finally come. Humbeline '08 is finally leaving the Scholastican premises and will soon be entering new different places for new journeys that await.<br /><br /><br />"Now here we are, I'm suddenly standing, at the beginning with you..."<br /><br /><br />Eversince I started studying in Scho, my goal has always been to graduate. Simply because I wanted to leave that school. Seriously and honestly speaking. I hated going to school especially when I was in 1st year. All I did was complain and whine, whine, whine. Everything just changed when I became a Junior. I enjoyed my stay well, mainly because of my ever beloved classmates. Ooh! I love you guys. Suuppeerr!!<br /><br />It's just now that I've realized I too will miss St. Scho. I will miss my schoolmates, the manongs and kuyas, the ates, sila kuya guard, the sisters (Sister Reggie!), the staff and the faculty of course. I will miss...<br /><br /> * bugging the teachers in the faculty room<br /> * making kulit the ates in the canteen<br /> * saying 'hi' to the manongs and kuyas whenever I see them<br /> * making kwento with Kuya guard<br /> * asking Sir Owen to take our picture<br /> * working in the principal's office during the preparation of the party for Nightmare before Christmas (Ooh! Reese's!)<br /> * borrowing speakers from Ms. Belle<br /> * weighing my self and checking my height in the clinic<br /> * practicing the mass songs with Ms. Donna<br /> * singing the Lupang hinirang with the glee club<br /> * having theater productions during arts' month with sir shaun<br /> * going to Inchican (woohoo!)<br /> * going to manila riding the St. Scho bus<br /> * our retreats in tagaytay<br /> * the cellphone inspections<br /> * making new friends<br /> * bonding with the little kids in the GS<br /> * spending time with my glee mates when there's no club (aww..)<br /> * having fun with the lower levels (yhee! Margaret=twin) :]<br /> * a whole lot more.XD<br /><br />What I will miss even more...<br /><br /><br />♥YEAR I-ST. BENEDICT<br />♥YEAR II-ST. LIOBA<br />♥YEAR III-ST. EHRENTRUDIS<br />♥♥YEAR IV-ST. HUMBELINE<br /><br />I will surely MISS YOU GUYS!!<br /><br />Love you! <3<3<3</span><!--3<br-->mytwistedfairytalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09420236948300842956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896569038720067079.post-43700575100494032562008-11-28T08:30:00.000-08:002008-11-28T08:57:02.197-08:00Step aside muggles<p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Have you ever read the Twilight Saga? If you haven't, well, I advice that you go get your copy now this instant. It's a <span style="font-weight: bold;">must read</span> series. Trust me. :)</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Here girls, read this..<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">*A <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> would say: “I love you Baby!”<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> would say: “You are my life now.”<br /><br />*<span style="font-weight: bold;">Normal Guy</span> would say: “I think I am falling for you.”<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> would say: “The Lion fell in Love with the Lamb”<br /><br />*<span style="font-weight: bold;">Normal Guy</span> would say: “You hair looks like a haystack; go brush it!”<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> would say: "Your hair looks like a haystack but I like it.”<br /><br />*A <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> would pick a random song from a random artist and dedicate it to you.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> would sing you a song he wrote for you while playing the piano.<br /><br />*If you died, a <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> would find another.<br />If you died,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Edward </span>would kill himself cause life without you isn’t worth living.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Well, I wasn't going to live without you.." He rolled his eyes as if that fact were childishly obvious. "..but I wasn't sure how to do it. I knew Emmett and Jasper would never help so I was thinking maybe I would go to Italy and do something to provoke the Volturi."</span><br /><br />*As you leave the house, a <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy </span>would say: “Bye, see ya!”<br />As you leave the house <span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> would say: “Come back to me, love.”<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He smiled my favorite smile. "Hurry back to me."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Always."</span><br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">*As you come back to the house, a <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> would be watching TV and wouldn’t even notice.<br />As you come back to the house, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen </span>would be welcoming you by playing the piano with a song just for you.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">I heard the music before I was out of the car. Edward hadn't touched his piano since the night Alice left. Now, as I shut the door, I heard the song morph through a bridge and change into my lulluby. Edward was welcoming me home.'</span><br /><br />*A <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> would wait for you to make him breakfast.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> would make you breakfast everyday.<br /><br />*While you are both out for dinner, a <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> wouldn’t keep his eyes off the sexy waitress.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> wouldn’t even notice the waitress was a female.<br /><br />*A <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy,</span> while driving, would keep one hand on the wheel and one hand on the radio.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span>, while driving, would keep one hand on the wheel and the other attached to yours.<br /><br />*While far apart in different places, a <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> would say: “I miss you.”<br />While far apart in different places, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> would say: “It’s like you've taken half myself with you.”<br /><br />*A <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> wouldn’t care or notice if you had nightmares.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> would sing until your nightmares went away.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Do you want me to sing to you? I'll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away."</span><br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">*A <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> buys you flowers and chocolates.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> buys you a car.<br /></span></p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">*A <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> does it with everyone.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> only does it with one.<br /><br /><br />*A <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> blames you if your relationship is not working well.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> will blame himself instead.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I can’t blame either of you for something I made necessary. I may gain</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">forgiveness, but that doesn’t let me escape the consequences.”<br /><br /><br />*</span>A <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span></span></span> ignores the scrapes on the heels of your hands<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> overacts about the scrapes on the heels of your hands.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Your hands," he reminded me. I looked down at my palms, at the almost-healed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">scrapes across the heels of my hands. His eyes missed nothing.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I fell," I sighed.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"That's what I thought." His lips curved up at the corners. "I suppose, being you,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">it could have been much worse — and that possibility tormented me the entire</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">time I was away."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*</span></span></span>A <span style="font-weight: bold;">normal guy</span> waits until you get inside your house. Then he leaves.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edward Cullen</span> waits until you get inside your house. Then he returns his car to their house and goes back to your room to watch you sleep.</span></span>mytwistedfairytalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09420236948300842956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896569038720067079.post-59376697722212248242008-11-24T20:06:00.000-08:002008-11-25T03:45:38.625-08:00Once again, the day is saved!<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >After my first ever post, I've decided to write down my next...<br /><br />Hmm. What to write...what to write...<br />Well, now that I've started a blog to <span style="font-style: italic;">faithfully</span> *coughs* maintain, I guess I should impose rules around here, don't you think?<br /><br />I've got a few in mind so lemme enumerate them for you. . .<br /><br />1. <span style="font-size:130%;">ENJOY</span><br />Just rant and rant and blabber about anything you wanna spill, talk about and share to everyone.<br /><br />2. <span style="font-size:130%;">Be RANDOM</span><br />Speak out and say whatever for the sake of letting your voice be heard. We all are capable of processing even the simplest information in our precious brain, right?<br /><br />3. <span style="font-size:130%;">HUMOR ME</span><br />I love meeting new friends so feel free to talk to me. </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Comments</span> are love! I don't bite. Really. So don't be scared to approach me. I mean, if I do accidentally bite your arm or leg off, worry not 'cause I don't have rabies. HARHAR. (The last part's a <span style="font-weight: bold;">joke</span>, okay? We're not being too serious here)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br />That's basically it. For any rules that I might wanna add in the future, I'll just post them later. Kk.<br /><br /><br />My head's starting to hurt so TTFN. Ta ta for now. =)</span>mytwistedfairytalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09420236948300842956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896569038720067079.post-58779939659987133052008-11-24T19:52:00.000-08:002008-11-24T20:04:51.927-08:00The start of something newWhy am I here? I seem to be lost. Hmm. The last thing I remember was that I was on my way to this website www.blogger.com then I accidentally hit the button that says "sign in". After that, voila! Here I am, jotting this down.<br /><br />I don't really know what to say that'd make you want to keep on reading, reading, reading and reading. I'm still not actually sure what my following posts would be about. Hah! I'm boring the hell out of 'ya, am I?<br /><br />Btw... The name's Lauren. I sing. I sing. I sing. Well yeah, my life practically revolves around singing. It is my life, my passion. (Mushy much!) Oh, if you're wondering about the other stuff I do.....well, read on to find out. ;)mytwistedfairytalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09420236948300842956noreply@blogger.com1