<?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-6379425331298187931</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:33:14.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things A Regine Bautista Won't Tell You</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the only webpage on Earth that will let you know more about a girl named Regine. She likes to call it her "internet diary"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379425331298187931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reginie17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322080163036869677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TDRdarWZpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HAGlXeCzV80/S220/mee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379425331298187931.post-5939435674050701522</id><published>2010-12-26T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:58:39.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She loves Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TRqThpmYUzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dOLH1xPsLGA/s1600/bfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TRqThpmYUzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dOLH1xPsLGA/s400/bfam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555915296626725682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;t last, after 365 days of waiting, it's Christmas again! My most awaited time of the year finally came. December 24, 2010. Me and my family attended an anticipated mass for Christmas at Sto. Niño de Cebu Parish near our school. We arrived 20 minutes before 9:00 pm there but the whole church is already FULL. With no available seats, we just stood outside the church. When we got back home, the table is ready for Noche Buena! Crispy pata, grilled chicken, barbecue, hamonado, ice cream cake, what else can I ask for? I ate together with my whole family and took family pictures after we all got full. I stayed awake until the clock strikes twelve. I managed to keep my eyes open by "facebooking". Finally, it's officially December 25, 2010. I greeted my friends "Merry Christmas!". After a few minutes, I can feel that my eyes are too dry already, so I went to bed and prayed for a perfect Christmas, I closed my eyes and waited for the sun to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;               &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only had 6 hours of sleep. We needed to wake up early because we're going to Bulacan, which is my father's hometown. Luckily, there was no traffic so our trip took 3 hours only. We arrived at my grandma's house at 11. I started to receive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aguinaldos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; and it increased and increased after each relative we visit. I was delighted to see my cousins again, and my other relatives as well. I always look forward to my grandma's buko pandan but unfortunately, there was NONE. But then there's her buko salad which is as good as the buko pandan so it actually 'saved' my day. We left Bulacan at 2 pm and went to the mall to buy a new PC but unluckily, we were not able to find a PC we wanted to have. I treated Mom a frappuccino and a cinnamon swirl as a Christmas gift for her because she deserves it, anyway. We headed to San Pedro, where we lived before to visit my godmothers' houses and to give my presents to my old playmates there. It was a very happy moment to see them again. I wish I could stay longer with them but Dad wanted to go home early. I received gifts and cash from my godmothers. Then eventually, we reached our home safe and sound. It was an eventful day. I spent the whole day with a smile on my face. That's how I celebrate every Christmas day in my life. Even though how simple it is, I always get excited for this special day. How I wish everyday is Christmas day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would have to start waiting for December 25, 2011, but the next day made this season extra special. We had a Bautista clan reunion held at our house. Each family were in different colors. Me and my family wore green. Each family also had their picture taken in front of our Christmas tree. And lastly, the picture of the whole Bautista family [which is the picture above]. We had games and ate A LOT. I really enjoyed joining in the games. There are times that I didn't win but I had a lot of fun in every game. They were all worth joining. I also played bingo and I was craving for the 500-peso jackpot prize! Well, this was not my lucky day. Maybe God knows that I am just going to waste that bill. I received a shirt in the exchanging of gifts. I was surprised that me and my Tita Beth picked each other. And we also gave each other a t-shirt. After hours of bonding time, we finally need to say goodbye to each other. I hate goodbyes. I hope we all live in the same house so that our home will be always filled with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Christmas ended there. I guess Christmas also needs to leave me for now...but I know that it left love and happiness in our hearts that we may always feel its spirit. Then I remembered that I finished maybe only 10% of my homework. Oh snap!&lt;/span&gt;&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/6379425331298187931-5939435674050701522?l=lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379425331298187931/posts/default/5939435674050701522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379425331298187931/posts/default/5939435674050701522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-loves-christmas.html' title='She loves Christmas.'/><author><name>reginie17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322080163036869677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TDRdarWZpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HAGlXeCzV80/S220/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TRqThpmYUzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dOLH1xPsLGA/s72-c/bfam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379425331298187931.post-4871312511720901636</id><published>2010-07-19T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T04:30:38.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Starting Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TEVbKFw2pbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/U18bfsdvQGM/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TEVbKFw2pbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/U18bfsdvQGM/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495899149179463090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before reading my posts, knowing the basic things about me is necessary. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Regine C. Bautista. I know, it's a short name, but it has a purpose. My parents told me that when my eldest brother went to school during his younger years, his teacher was already dictating the questions while he's still writing his long name. I don't know why my dad gave me this name. He never gave me a satisfying answer whenever I ask him the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been always short, but I'm hoping that I will become taller. I have a slim body, which my mom had too when she was at my age. I also got my brown and curly hair from my mother. When it comes to my face, my mother's and father's are mixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my siblings were born in different places. My eldest brother in Davao, the second one in Lepanto, and me, in Laguna. We all came from Gertrudes and Cecilio's love to each other. Being the unica hija has a lot of advantages. I can have anything I want and I can always make it possible to get my brothers into trouble. But that changed as I add 1 to my age every year. I treat my brothers as friends now and I learned to save some of my allowance for my own expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father finished geology at the University of the Philippines. He needs to work abroad to earn high but he always keeps in touch with us through the internet. He is a simple man but he never failed to make us laugh even with his shortest jokes. My mother took midwifery at  Fabie School of Midwifery in Davao. At times, it's impossible for me to avoid being scolded for no reason at all. Although she has that, I still love her with all my heart for she is a responsible mother to her children. My eldest brother, Vincent Cyrus C. Bautista, is currently on his 4th and last year in college at La Salle. He seemed to hate nursing when he was still on his first year, but I can see that he's enjoying it now. He served as a real brother to me, although at times, he has a bad mood. My other brother, Alfred Adrian C. Bautista, is now on his third year in highschool at CSA too. He is a lazy person but I believe that he as a potential to be a part of the star section. All he needs is to find the missing part of his puzzle - hardwork. He sometimes irks me but he never hurt me physically - that's what I like about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my first classmates at San Pedro Montessori School. I became knowledgeable about more things after learning the abc's from my first teacher, my mom. I did well in my preschool years and always got an award, with the help of my mother. As I stepped up to elementary, I transferred to Colegio San Agustin where my brothers studied too. I often got an award as a Blue Eagle Certificate Awardee but in 6th grade, as a result of my hardwork, I was a Red Eagle Certificate Awardee. My hardwork and focus in my studies continued as I jumped to my first year in highschool. I was included in the over-all top ten for the first time that year. My parents were proud of me, but now that I'm a sophomore, they're looking forward for more improvements in my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise myself to continue my journey with the right decisions and by making the most out of it because I believe that life is too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that you finished the starting point of my blog, continue reading my other posts to discover more things about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6379425331298187931-4871312511720901636?l=lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379425331298187931/posts/default/4871312511720901636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379425331298187931/posts/default/4871312511720901636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-starting-point.html' title='At the Starting Point'/><author><name>reginie17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322080163036869677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TDRdarWZpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HAGlXeCzV80/S220/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TEVbKFw2pbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/U18bfsdvQGM/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379425331298187931.post-4828575000511826625</id><published>2010-07-13T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:14:20.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain + Hot Choco = Her Perfect Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TELZpB7Y2EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zNaQuQKe6TI/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TELZpB7Y2EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zNaQuQKe6TI/s320/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495193794260817986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hhhh...the rain, a&lt;/span&gt; cup of hot chocolate and a cozy &amp;amp; comfy seat by the window. What else can I ask for? Those are the ingredients for the perfect time to relax, chill, daydream and forget all your problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see the sky getting dark and the sun hiding at the back of the gray clouds, I expect for a rain to come. I always feel so excited about the rain. When the raindrops gently hit the floor, it produces a soft sound that's so kind to my ears. It's like a "rhythmless" music but it sounds better than my favorite song. The wind of the rain is a spirit that hugs and makes you feel cool. It passes through your skin and enters your body so soothingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wintry rain is best enjoyed with the a cupful of hot chocolate. The petite smoke just above the cup which brings the chocolaty aroma never failed to tempt me to drink the hot choco in it. Its perfect taste of cocoa is incredibly tender to my tongue. It's like the emergency treatment whenever the windy rain made you freeze too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain and the hot chocolate are combined, they give you a well-balanced feeling of warmth and frostiness. With all those good things they bring me, I could only think of good and wonderful memories while enjoying my time with them. Those are the explainable reasons why it's a perfect time.&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/6379425331298187931-4828575000511826625?l=lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379425331298187931/posts/default/4828575000511826625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379425331298187931/posts/default/4828575000511826625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain-hot-choco-perfect-time.html' title='Rain + Hot Choco = Her Perfect Time'/><author><name>reginie17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322080163036869677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TDRdarWZpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HAGlXeCzV80/S220/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TELZpB7Y2EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zNaQuQKe6TI/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379425331298187931.post-7432792943777864509</id><published>2010-07-10T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:15:54.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can make her happy easily.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TELZ-dblSgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xczue4AwZB0/s1600/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TELZ-dblSgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xczue4AwZB0/s320/happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495194162420861442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;appiness is honestly, natural to me. Some of my classmates said that I look like I have no life. I think they are just not aware that I'm in high spirits inside my mind and heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most simple things can make me happy or in tagalog, "mababaw and kaligayan". Getting all my homework done early will make me smile widely. Greeting me with a "hello" will make me glad. Receiving a cheap t-shirt for free will make me go "WOW!". Spending a day at the mall will satisfy me. Chatting with my whole family will complete my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those simple situations can boost my mood to the top level even if it was in the bottommost part before. Most of the weekdays are busy from sunrise until late night because of the loads of assignments we have. Getting those things finished before I get sleepy is just a simple thing but a great achievement for me- that's why it could make me smile widely. I don't know why I automatically feel so touched when someone greets me. Maybe it's because I'm glad that the person who greets me still remembers me and she at least tried to show that she does. When somebody gives me a t-shirt for free, I feel so special because she spent some of her money just to make me happy. It doesn't matter whether the gift is cheap or expensive- it's the thought that counts. Spending a day at the mall is a contentment for me even if I was not able to buy something for myself. Seeing pretty clothes and accessories through the glass windows of the stores is enough for me to be joyful. When I see those oh-so-feminine things, I feel like I own them. One of my major delights is being able to spend time with the whole family, chatting and exchanging stories. Whenever we do this, I feel so blissful because each member of the family sacrificed their time to let us feel the unity a family should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This characteristic of being happy easily is a good quality of mine because I am able to show my appreciation to the simplest yet most precious blessings that God gives me everyday.&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/6379425331298187931-7432792943777864509?l=lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379425331298187931/posts/default/7432792943777864509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379425331298187931/posts/default/7432792943777864509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com/2010/07/she-can-be-made-happy-easily.html' title='You can make her happy easily.'/><author><name>reginie17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322080163036869677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TDRdarWZpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HAGlXeCzV80/S220/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TELZ-dblSgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xczue4AwZB0/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379425331298187931.post-7703126640439533902</id><published>2010-07-10T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:15:10.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a certified DAYDREAMER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TELaSBiRNTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oraoNtfTFGU/s1600/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TELaSBiRNTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oraoNtfTFGU/s320/dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495194498530096434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; often daydream especially when I'm bored and alone. Sometimes, I unintentionally daydream at school when the teacher is discussing. I just stare blankly at the teacher when I'm daydreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     What am I daydreaming of? I usually daydream about the future. I dream about what will happen in the next few hours, when I arrive at home. Most of the time, I daydream about what I will be and what I will have in the future years- when I'm fully grown and working. I imagine myself as an interior designer and at times, a  fashion designer. Well, I haven't really decided yet of what course I want to take when I step up to college. I sometimes wish I could be both someday. I can see myself in an office of my own in one of the biggest cities in the world. I also picture myself featured in a magazine as a famous interior (or fashion) designer. I dream of having my own clothing line or furniture store (not named after me), and visited by the most famous people in the planet. I have fun when I daydream of those things because I'm like inside my new world and things are just so perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     I believe that those thoughts in my mind aren't suppose to remain as dreams forever. Instead, these should serve as my motivation in taking every step towards reaching my dreams and goals in life. It is my daydream. It is my future. It is what I live for.&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/6379425331298187931-7703126640439533902?l=lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379425331298187931/posts/default/7703126640439533902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379425331298187931/posts/default/7703126640439533902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisslaughter.blogspot.com/2010/07/shes-certified-daydreamer.html' title='She&apos;s a certified DAYDREAMER.'/><author><name>reginie17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322080163036869677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TDRdarWZpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HAGlXeCzV80/S220/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5S1kubVGK4/TELaSBiRNTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oraoNtfTFGU/s72-c/dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
