<?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-7036047</id><updated>2011-10-23T21:08:36.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabaliwan, Denial, and Something</title><subtitle type='html'>There's a reason for the title. Find out why...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-113083019896889713</id><published>2005-11-01T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:32:05.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Fic</title><content type='html'>So here I am. I've started writing a new story and I'm not even finished with my WIP fic, I'd Kiss You Goodbye, and the fic I'm working on is closely similar to that. But I would just like to say a few things before people start cursing and throwing tomatoes at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I will finish my fic as there are only a few chapters left. Second is that you might ask why am I writing "When You Least Expect It" when it's going to be similar to IKYG. Although there are a lot of similarities, there are also some differences. So why not just rewrite it and incorporate the new ideas to the old fic? Well, I don't want to touch IKYG because it's my first baby. I've worked hard for that and I would like for it to stay the way it is.  And maybe by not rewriting it, I might see how I've matured and developed as a writer. Has my style changed? Do I give more attention to details? Do I suck even more than before. Is my writing still crappy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give this a chance and you might like it. After all there are different ways in telling a story, isn't there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-113083019896889713?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/113083019896889713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=113083019896889713&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/113083019896889713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/113083019896889713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-fic.html' title='New Fic'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-113072729141979746</id><published>2005-10-31T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:59:52.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>I'm still awaiting for the beta-ed version. But I'm not in a hurry because I'm still contemplating on what I should do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried because all of my ideas are SOOO similar to my current fic, although with a twist and slighlty different. And while in IKYG the characters had other issues that the love story between them is taking a back seat, this time finding love is the focus with some side stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my dilemma. I don't know if I should just forget about writing this fic. If it's going to be similar to IKYG, why bother writing it? Although as I've mentioned before, I want to write/tackle it at a different angle. Or, I should just rewrite IKYG and insert my new ideas. But thing is I don't want to touch that fic. Although I'm nor too entirely happy with that, it's my first baby. And I want to see how much I've progressed as a writer. Maybe I'll be albe to see differences and changes in my style of writing. Or I should just forget about writing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-113072729141979746?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/113072729141979746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=113072729141979746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/113072729141979746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/113072729141979746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/10/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-113072684284657168</id><published>2005-10-31T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:47:24.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chismis and Getting Drunk</title><content type='html'>I got back from Angeles, Pampanga yesterday. Work, as usual. There was a fiesta and as usal I had to go. That's what it's like working for a beer company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there since Friday and I got drunk. But not that drunk that I start puking, thank God. I could still stand and walk. Although I was so sleepy and lightheaded and I couldn't focus my eyes. It wasfun because there was chismis. It's really fun when we have those especially if it's this kind. There's this girl named Joan, and she and Berni had dated December of last year. Now everyone knows there's something going on between her and Berni. So what happend after they got us drunk, especially Joan who couldn't stand on her feet and couldn't remeber anything? Well, she ended up sleeping in Berni's room. It might not be a bog deal to other cultures, but for us Pinoys (Although I admit that we aren't as conservative as we think we are) it's quite an issue. Of course, people started talking about it the following day...not in her face of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-113072684284657168?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/113072684284657168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=113072684284657168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/113072684284657168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/113072684284657168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/10/chismis-and-getting-drunk.html' title='Chismis and Getting Drunk'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-113016543200952148</id><published>2005-10-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:28:54.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing...new story...I might be back</title><content type='html'>Finally, after taking a leave from writing, I finally came up with something. Sad to say it's not IKYG, but a new fic that's similar to it. I know that I should write something else but I really want to try this. The same premise, future fic, they meet again, and become friends. So what's gonna be different about this? Well, I was hoping I could see a difference in the writing style. I don't want to delete and rewrite IKYG because I want to see how I've matured and developed as a writer. (Yeah, right!) So there are going to be a lot of stuff that you'll see that are in IKYG, but I'll work really hard to make it different and more interesting, and less cliche. Geez! I hope I could pull those off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still choosing the title. Possible ones are: "When You Least Expect It"...well that's all I could think of as of now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, we look for love in the wrong places."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-113016543200952148?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/113016543200952148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=113016543200952148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/113016543200952148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/113016543200952148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/10/writingnew-storyi-might-be-back.html' title='Writing...new story...I might be back'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-112955570811949443</id><published>2005-10-17T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:28:29.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trogan fic that will end a Rogan...Ewww</title><content type='html'>Now I know that I want a fic that has an established Trory and Logan comes along. Now someone has this fic that is really close to something I want, however, it's going to end a Rogan. Ewww. Ok, I know we're all entitled to our own preferences and opinions, but the way this was written is a bit "immature". It's a bit of an AU, but I just can't imagine Tristan and Rory calling each other "babe" all the time. That is totally un-Gilmore like. The only time I think it's ALMOST acceptable to call each other that nickname is when they're teasing each other. And I would think that it'll be "baby" instead of just "babe". And I really hate fics that has 'Oh my God, he's so hot. No! Bad Rory. Evil! You have a boyfriend' or 'I like him. Wait, no I hate him! He's been making my life so misearable. But he's so hot. Argh!' Thoughts like these are fine, if written well that even the readers could "feel" the confusion and the frustration or anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since I don't think that anyone is really reading my blog, so I guess it's ok to write this. Heh. I wouldn't want to offend anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-112955570811949443?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/112955570811949443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=112955570811949443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112955570811949443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112955570811949443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/10/trogan-fic-that-will-end-roganewww.html' title='Trogan fic that will end a Rogan...Ewww'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-112920517316992628</id><published>2005-10-13T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:37:28.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIS, IKYG, and FAY...</title><content type='html'>I was listening "Where is She" by Justin Roman, an icky bubbly gum pop love song, and it made me think of my fic, "I'd Kiss You Goodbye". This song reminded me of what I wanted to happen in my fic; the mood, the setting, the plot, something closely similar to this fic. Now this fic really inspired me to write a fic that shows that love is not always this big explosion of emotions and all foreworks. It could be slow...in the least likely of all places, which is just right under your nose. In Falling After You, the characters used to be enemies who saw each other again after some time and became friends. The fic is hardly icky fluffy. It has enough sarcasm, fluff, and wit. And the tension between the characters is not blaring but it's there, which makes it more fun to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seeing that my fic is nowhere near this one heck of a fic, I think that this is the reason I've stopped writing (even though there are only 2-3 chapters left). And now I have this overwhelming urge to write another fic, which is very very similar to IKYG and FAY...just because of this song. Trory, of course, where they save each other from meddling family and friends, who are friends who turn to each other for help during dire or ridiculus situations, who are in denial, who slowly fall in love with each other without them realizing it. I know there are a lot for Trory fics out there with a plot like this. But what I was hoping to achieve is no psychotic jealousy, no "I'll hurt you" crap from Luke and all those other stuff that has been written thousands of times, and no sudden "Oh my God I'm in love with him/her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-112920517316992628?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/112920517316992628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=112920517316992628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112920517316992628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112920517316992628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/10/wis-ikyg-and-fay.html' title='WIS, IKYG, and FAY...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-112916956124716935</id><published>2005-10-13T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:38:58.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh...</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to work today. Waaah! Minues I don't know how much in my next paycheck. I swear to the almighty green minded people I'm not gonna get rich working for other people. I just received my last paycheck and I had overtime, but hello, taxes and SSS and whatever else I pay for every month. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about not going to work. It's my birthday in two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I read the latest installment of M's brilliant fic, Maybe Next Time, and I have to say that she's really breaking my heart. How could Rory do that? She's not in love with Logan! She was thinking of another man while in the throes of passion with her boyfriend. You know what? I don't think Rory really wanted to do it, and Logan did that romance and lured her to bed on purpose to keep Rory with him. And since they've had sex, it will be harder for Rory to leave him. And if that was the case...I'd say that was a cheap shot! That's just what think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, M, you almost made me cry! But I'm still not losing hope! There's no word "end" at the bottom yet and the fat lady is still...fat and sleeping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-112916956124716935?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/112916956124716935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=112916956124716935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112916956124716935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112916956124716935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/10/meh.html' title='Meh...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-112823315748545954</id><published>2005-10-02T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:05:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snagged from someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php' method='post' target='_new'&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#efefef cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question1' value='TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type1' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question2' value='Name%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type2' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oct.15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question3' value='Birthday%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type3' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question4' value='Birthplace%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type4' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question5' value='Current+Location%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type5' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question6' value='Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type6' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question7' value='Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type7' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'3"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question8' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type8' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question9' value='Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type9' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese,Filipino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question10' value='Your+Heritage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type10' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slippers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question11' value='The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type11' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question12' value='Your+Weakness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type12' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unknown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question13' value='Your+Fears%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type13' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sausage, mushroom, cheese, pepperoni&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question14' value='Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type14' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Higher Salary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question15' value='Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type15' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question16' value='Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type16' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;What day is it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question17' value='Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type17' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hair?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question18' value='Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type18' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question19' value='Your+Bedtime%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type19' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer trips with my cousins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question20' value='Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type20' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question21' value='Pepsi+or+Coke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type21' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;McDo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question22' value='MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type22' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group first then single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question23' value='Single+or+Group+Dates%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type23' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nestea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question24' value='Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type24' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanilla&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question25' value='Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type25' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question26' value='Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type26' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question27' value='Do+you+Smoke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type27' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question28' value='Do+you+Swear%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type28' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question29' value='Do+you+Sing%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type29' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of course!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question30' value='Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type30' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't think so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question31' value='Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type31' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been to college. Next step: MBA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question32' value='Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type32' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes...in ten years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question33' value='Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type33' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most of the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question34' value='Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type34' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question35' value='Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type35' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hmmm...yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question36' value='Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type36' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weight freak...but I try not to be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question37' value='Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type37' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question38' value='Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type38' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question39' value='Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type39' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question40' value='Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type40' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question41' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type41' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question42' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type42' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question43' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type43' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question44' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type44' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question45' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type45' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question46' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type46' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question47' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type47' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question48' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type48' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question49' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type49' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question50' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type50' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question51' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type51' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not yet!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question52' value='Ever+been+Drunk%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type52' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't think so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question53' value='Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type53' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question54' value='Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type54' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question55' value='Ever+Shoplifted%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type55' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peacefully&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question56' value='How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type56' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billionnaire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question57' value='What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type57' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eastern European block...then visit Spain again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question58' value='What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type58' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question59' value='In+a+Boy%2FGirl..'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type59' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doesn't matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question60' value='Favourite+Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type60' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question61' value='Favourite+Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type61' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question62' value='Short+or+Long+Hair%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type62' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;At least 5'10"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question63' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type63' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;170 lbs?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question64' value='Weight%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type64' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question65' value='Best+Clothing+Style%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type65' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question66' value='Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type66' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question68' value='Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type68' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two, one on each ear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question69' value='Number+of+Piercings%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type69' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zilch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question70' value='Number+of+Tattoos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type70' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can't remember. I guess none!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question71' value='Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type71' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Take This Survey'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php'&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php'&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever reads this, feel free to do it as well and let me know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-112823315748545954?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/112823315748545954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=112823315748545954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112823315748545954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112823315748545954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/10/snagged-from-someone.html' title='Snagged from someone'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-112822981423759033</id><published>2005-10-02T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T13:10:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>...by M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I plan to do before I die.&lt;br /&gt;- Travel around the world in one go&lt;br /&gt;- Watch the world cup live&lt;br /&gt;- Be a billionnaire&lt;br /&gt;- Get married and have 2 kids &lt;br /&gt;- Bungee jumping and skydiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I can do.&lt;br /&gt;- Move my neck side to side...a la Bugs Bunny &lt;br /&gt;- Sit in front the computer all day and just surf about anything&lt;br /&gt;- Talk on the phone the whole day&lt;br /&gt;- Go through the entire day without eating anything...as long as I have coffee&lt;br /&gt;- Act like I like someone even if I totally hate his/her guts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;- Play a musical instrument even though I took up piano and guitar lessons&lt;br /&gt;- Write really fast (I'd be an awful secretary)&lt;br /&gt;- Eat really slow &lt;br /&gt;- Stay mad at someone for a long time&lt;br /&gt;- Stop thinking about my weight everytime I grab something to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things that attract me to the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;- Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;- Confidence&lt;br /&gt;- Humor&lt;br /&gt;- The way he treats me&lt;br /&gt;- Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I say most often&lt;br /&gt;- Seryoso?!&lt;br /&gt;- Whatever&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah right&lt;br /&gt;- Peste&lt;br /&gt;- Grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five celebrity crushes&lt;br /&gt;- Chad Michael Murray&lt;br /&gt;- Josh Hartnett&lt;br /&gt;- Iker Casillas&lt;br /&gt;- Fernando Morientes&lt;br /&gt;- Josh Jackson (Before DC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people I want to do this next&lt;br /&gt;- anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-112822981423759033?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/112822981423759033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=112822981423759033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112822981423759033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112822981423759033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-112783357634272413</id><published>2005-09-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:06:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing, Requesting...My jobs sucks!</title><content type='html'>Oohh I'm back, sort of. Well, I've never been really away, except in terms of writing fics because right now I'm still...away. I don't think I'll be finishing my fic. It's sad coz there are only two or three chapters left. I don't know why but suddenly I've lost motivation to write. Although I still have a lot of fic ideas, but writing them would just be impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first fic I'd like to write:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we all know that Rory has changed. She suddenly turned into this...carefree girl (too carefree) and turning into a socialite! *mumbles*Damn Logan*mumbles* Anyway I was hoping that someone would write a fic where Tristan would appear/come back/whatever and meets Rory. Of course, he's surprised and disappointed. And what happens? Without any effort or coercion, he makes her want to change back into a better version of the old Rory, who's just blooming and who'd try new and crazy things, NOT STUPID THINGS. Maybe Rory'll feel ashamed because they've somwhow switched...Tristan's still Tristan but more mature and Rory's...well, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second fic: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Established Trory relationship but Logan causes trouble. But still end a Trory. Sorry, I'm a die hard Trory. Although Logan's really charming and all, he hasn't converted me yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to write write write...or better yet, any volunteer?? Oh M.....!! Are you there? Are you reading this? Pleaaaassseeee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on to my RL..sometimes I just hate my job. There'll be a fiesta on the 28 and 29th of October and I think my boss is going to make me go to "work" by going there and monitoring the promos and such. But the thing is, it's a long weekend (no work till Tues) and I really really want to go to Sagada. Damn it! I've never been there and this is the perfect opportunity to go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-112783357634272413?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/112783357634272413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=112783357634272413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112783357634272413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112783357634272413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/09/writing-requestingmy-jobs-sucks.html' title='Writing, Requesting...My jobs sucks!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-112756554569097990</id><published>2005-09-24T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:53:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snagged from M</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Choose a band/or artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:&lt;/span&gt; D’Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you female or male:&lt;/span&gt; Girls (Want Everything They See)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;/span&gt; I laugh like a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do some people feel about you:&lt;/span&gt; Just like a stubborn child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you feel about yourself:&lt;/span&gt; Thankful, yes I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt; Big mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt; I just can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Describe where you want to be:&lt;/span&gt; In the electric night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Describe what you want to be:&lt;/span&gt; I wanna be so bad, feeling someone else around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Describe how you live:&lt;/span&gt; Dancing into the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Describe how you love:&lt;/span&gt; Slow dancing, french kissing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Share a few words of wisdom:&lt;/span&gt; Believe in what you say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-112756554569097990?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/112756554569097990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=112756554569097990&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112756554569097990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112756554569097990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/09/snagged-from-m_24.html' title='Snagged from M'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-112640609851417518</id><published>2005-09-11T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T10:36:01.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala Lang...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... there really isn't anything to say. I've stopped writing and sadly, the 3rd or 2nd to the last chapter of IKYG hasn't been written yet. Sad, noh? Couldn't finish what I started. Hopefully, I won't be so lazy anymore. Or maybe when R/L isn't so demanding and hectic I will. Or when I'm really really inspired. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work is still driving me nuts, but it's more bearable now. Maybe I'm really starting to learn. Delegate. Cascade. Direct. That's what I do. We might be brand people but the freaking corporate marketing is making the stupid and out of this world decisions. Crazy, all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-112640609851417518?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/112640609851417518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=112640609851417518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112640609851417518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112640609851417518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/09/wala-lang.html' title='Wala Lang...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-112497981278630334</id><published>2005-08-25T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:23:42.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ho hum</title><content type='html'>Nothing new. Same old shite. Work's hell. Damn. I hope everything goes well next week. I can't wait for the weekend. I don't know what to do about P&amp;G if ever I get an interview. Oh what the heck. Won't worry about that. San Miguel is fine with me...for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More bunnies for the new fic. But sadly, too lazy to write. No excuses. Should write drabbles next time. Should be good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-112497981278630334?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/112497981278630334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=112497981278630334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112497981278630334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112497981278630334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/08/ho-hum.html' title='ho hum'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-112299068306484767</id><published>2005-08-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:03:15.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeeee</title><content type='html'>Wooo today was a pretty good day. During lunch my friends and I were just talking and talking about stuff...contraceptives, sexual positions, and latest chismis from the Buzz. We could've stayes in our foxhole the whole afternoon talking. We never run out of things to talk about, especially chismis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the GG stuff. I've been reading old school Trory lately. I realized that I misses Daxis Steele's, Calico's, and Angel Grace's stories so I searched them at Yahoo and voila! I reread "Not Even Decaf", "Tears", and "Strangers in the Dark" by Daxis Steele and "Time Will Tell" by Calico. These, together with "When the Snow Falls" and "Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship" that got me hooked into Trory fan fiction. I remember reading these fics at the Trory Addiction site. So sad that the site isn't up anymore, haven't been for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to read a Trogan fic, but this time Tristan and Rory are already together and happy. Then here comes Logan, the new guy, handsome, blonde, rich, cocky...just like Tristan and he rocks the Trory boat. But of course, still ends a Trory; Rory still chooses Tristan because of different reasons. :begs: Somebody please!!! Write this fic! Or point me to that fic!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-112299068306484767?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/112299068306484767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=112299068306484767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112299068306484767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112299068306484767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/08/wheeeee.html' title='Wheeeee'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-112290627967926497</id><published>2005-08-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:24:39.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy...please try again later</title><content type='html'>Whoa! I can't believe I haven't written in my blog for more than a month. Well that's what happens when work is trying to kill you with all those paperwork and those other evil stuff they make us do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully I'll be able to write the next chapter of IKYG and start my new fic. Even though I have been busy ideas just kept rolling in. Not only that but plot bunnies have been hopping and dancing in my head as well. I just wished that by the time I can sit down and finally write the new chapter--next week-- and those new fics, my muse won't be gone for a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-112290627967926497?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/112290627967926497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=112290627967926497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112290627967926497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/112290627967926497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/08/busyplease-try-again-later.html' title='Busy...please try again later'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-111968054954425340</id><published>2005-06-25T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T14:27:05.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Bunnies...argh!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, more bunnies and I don't like it. I have another fic idea, but too bad I don't think I'll be able to write this one. It's Rory/Logan/Tristan story. Who gets the girl? Well, I don't like second rate trying hard wannabe bad boys! Heh. I like Logan...but just not with Rory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I probably won't write this fic. I'll have to write the Rory and Tristan see each other in an unlikely place. What started as a friendly meeting turns into a love affair. What happens when they have to leave the island and go back to their separate lives...to their spouses. This is the R fic I was talking about earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can get myself to start writing... Starting is always so hard, isn't it? But once you're there everything's easier. Too bad my laziness just won't go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-111968054954425340?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/111968054954425340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=111968054954425340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/111968054954425340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/111968054954425340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-bunniesargh.html' title='More Bunnies...argh!!!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-111909131984932841</id><published>2005-06-18T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:01:00.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another plot bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's been three weeks and there's no progess in my fics. I've already finished writing chapter 22 of I'd Kiss You Goodbye, but unfortunately my beta has not emailed me for the beta-ed version yet. Ergo, I can't post it at FF.net. Actually, I can but I refuse to do it. I hate it when my work is not proofread because I know there will be pesky typos and some grammar mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaannndd haven't even finished writing the first chapter of that fic (More-than-a-teaser in my previous post) This is a fic where Tristan is bitter because of the PJ Harvey fiasco (Again, it's in the more-than-a-teaser post) and would not have anything to do with Rory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's a good thing or not because the bunnies in my head are dancing again or more like jumping up and down. They just keep on bouncing. They go on and on and on and on and now I have another fic brewing in my head. This time it will be a future fic and more mature. I've jotted down some stuff about the story such as where they would meet, what will happen, what are they going to talk about and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if this will be a one-shot, but if not it'll be three chapters max. The rating will be R or NC-17, depending on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the only problem is writing it because everytime I sit in front of my computer, staring at a blank page in the Word Document. It's just so frustrating that I have these ideas in my head but when I want to write, nothing happens...or I'm too lazy to write anything. Maybe someone else should write this for me, but I'd love to be able to write again as well. Bah! I need inspiration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-111909131984932841?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/111909131984932841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=111909131984932841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/111909131984932841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/111909131984932841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-plot-bunny.html' title='Another plot bunny'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-111744778548941739</id><published>2005-05-30T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T18:09:45.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own</title><content type='html'>I really should learn how to make my own website. I'd really love it if I could have my own site where I can post all my fics. Huh. Too bad blogger is the only way for me coz all I have to do is post then voila! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-111744778548941739?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/111744778548941739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=111744778548941739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/111744778548941739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/111744778548941739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-own.html' title='My own'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-111703622384722455</id><published>2005-05-25T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:50:23.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drabble...</title><content type='html'>Ok, this has been on my mind for the past few days and I can't help but write it. As much as I want to turn this into a fic or even a one-shot, I can't because I haven't thought of a 'follow through' yet. I haven't even thought of the right scene yet, but for now, this will have to do.  I will have to get excerpts from Love, Daisies, and Troubadours and Hammers and Veils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draft version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"What are you mad about?" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You've been telling everyone that I'm going to this thing with you."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Just a couple." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You told Paris. Paris and I had just started getting along and now she hates me again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well, the damage is done. You might as well go to PJ Harvey with me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Never never. I am never going anywhere with you ever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tristan suddeny grabbed Rory to stop her. They were now in front of the courtyard, standing close to each other. "Why are you doing this? Tell me."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; "Why? Coz you're a jerk, and you know it!" Rory almost screamed. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking at him, waiting for whatever bullshit that was about to spew from his mouth. She didn't even know why she waited...she should have just left immediately as soon as she had finally shown him how much he made her mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took several deep breaths, and looked at anything except her.  He paced in front of her, running his hand through his hair, trying to find a way to make her understand and see what's inside of him. "God, Rory, I've tried so hard! Why? Why can't you see that I love you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory felt as though the room was spinning. She had expected something else from Tristan, but definitely not this. This must be a joke, it has to be. If Tristan DuGrey thought that she was like those other girls who just fell at his feet after sweet-talking them, he was wrong. Lips curling, she said. “You don’t know what love is, Tristan. You wouldn’t recognize it even if it stared at you in the face.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory didn't see Tristan's face crash and pain engulfed his blue eyes. She was running away from him, from the confusion and anger he evoked in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Tristan didn't let her get away. He'd said those words only once in his lifetime and he had gathered all his courage and guts just to say it out loud to her. He felt pain now, but if he could only get her to listen to him, she might give it a chance, give him a chance to prove his love for her. DuGreys were fighters, and he would fight the pain if he could just be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fate just didn't side with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory saw Dean and she stopped, her heart started beating faster. "Dean." She started walking towards him. "Dean, what are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"I'm leaving," Dean spats.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Don't go," Rory pleaded&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I shouldn't have come." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No wait." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I feel like an idiot." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Why?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"'Cause I come all the way out here and I see you with him. That's just great." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No, Tristin was just . . ."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I don't care." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No listen. Please just tell me why you're here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I don't even know."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yes you do." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"'Cause I thought you . .  Forget it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No say it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I thought you were trying to talk to me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I mean, you came to my house." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"That wasn't me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"It was you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"It must've been someone that looked like me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"My sister recognized you from the pictures in my box." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"In what box?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The box of stuff I have of us. Pictures and letters and everything from you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You have a Rory box?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"And what was going on at the town meeting, all that stuff about writing a song?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;RORY: I don't know what I was talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"That had nothing to do with me? Well I must have imagined it all then. Your boyfriend's waiting." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"He's not my boyfriend. I hate him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Whatever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Dean." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"What." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Stop." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Why." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because I love you, you idiot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dean turned then walked over to Rory, pulling her into a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tristan felt as though his heart was breaking into a million pieces as he watched Rory and the bag boy kiss. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he took a step back. He must be a glutton for punishment because he couldn't take his eyes away from them. When Rory wrapped her arms around Dean, he took another step back and buttoned his jacket, his shaking hands needing something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking down the hallway, excited students roamed and chattered, paying no attention to him. If this was last year, he would have joined his friends in planning a party, but this time, he had something altogether in his mind. He had it all planned. Concert, dinner, coffee, then he would take her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hadn't expected her ex-boyfriend to come and ruin everything. God, he hated the man with so much passion that he itched to slam his fist to the creep's face. This was his school, his turf, dammit! What the hell was he doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words echoed in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never thought loving someone could be painful. He swore he would fight it, but he didn't realize he was weak. Once was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing for the tickets in his pocket, he watched as they slowly fell from his fingers, landing a soft heap into the trash bin. "Goodbye, Rory Gilmore."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-111703622384722455?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/111703622384722455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=111703622384722455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/111703622384722455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/111703622384722455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/05/drabble.html' title='Drabble...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-111553974298422191</id><published>2005-05-08T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:09:02.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm back. Sort of. I took a break from work and thank God for that. I've been relaxing at home and going to the beach and all the malls. Been watching movies and going to the spa. Been sitting in front of the computer the whole day. Ahhh the good old days! I miss it. It's just too bad when I start working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up with my fic? I just updated it two weeks ago...two chapters per week! Felt that I needed to do it soon since it's been four months since I last updated and actually wrote something. Well, real life's a bitch I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 20, 'A Kiss is Never Just a Kiss',  is about the kiss that Rory gave Tristan. Different perspectives and thoughts about it. Both are confused and scared of what it actually meant. And another turning point of the story (in this chapter)  is when Tristan, who was with Liz, saw Rory with Ben. Confusion, pain, jealousy arises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 21, 'Closed Doors and Open Windows', is just another filler chapter. It explains more on what Tristan and Rory thinks and feels about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time writing the next chapter. This story is getting a bit complicated and long for me. Although I already know where to take this, I'm still having second thoughts. So it might be another week...or a month before I'll be able to write chapter 22. In the meantime, I might write a one-shot that's a bit naughty. Muse has been bugging me. That is if I actually write it. Heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-111553974298422191?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/111553974298422191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=111553974298422191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/111553974298422191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/111553974298422191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-110223658440548734</id><published>2004-12-05T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T16:49:44.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser</title><content type='html'>I can't postthe latest installment to I'd Kiss You Goodbye at ff.net because it hasn't been beta-ed yet. My beta is MIA and I wish she'd make an appearance. Heh. So...someone want to edit my stuff for me? Pretty please? With Cherry and bananas on top? With extra whipped cream and pinipig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a teaser...as if anyone's reading this except me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tristan casually draped his arm around her. “So, I was thinking that before we go off to get married and have 2.5 kids we should go out on a date first,” he said, his voice tinted with amusement. “I have two tickets to the Go Go’s concert this weekend. Wanna come with me?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it. That's the teaser. I hope someone was teased. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-110223658440548734?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/110223658440548734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=110223658440548734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/110223658440548734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/110223658440548734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2004/12/teaser.html' title='Teaser'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-109452196062905628</id><published>2004-09-07T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T09:52:40.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest News</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I got so many reviews! I was kinda worried because I really don't like writing angst. But I guess my hard work paid off. I mean, I read lots of angsty fics and I even had to look for some help books in writing.  But thank God at least Tayce told me I've been improving. That's important. I just wish I could be as good as the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad the readers liked it.I just wished they told me what they liked or disliked about my story especially that chapter. I'm glad someof them did such as Deeta. She even gave me some constructice criticism and that's great! At least I know now what I need to do. And I think she has a point. But it's going to be hard because I always use dialogue to move the story and explain some things instead of narrating. But I will sure try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooty7sweep's review made me laugh because even before she mentioned Chris being Tristan's father I thought of doing that. I even mentioned it to Tayce, my beta, and we thought it was funny. Hmm...maybe I should do that, but that would be disgusting. Incest? Errmm...No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flattered with Lovette's review because she said she reread everything just so that she won't miss anything. That's so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-109452196062905628?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/109452196062905628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=109452196062905628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/109452196062905628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/109452196062905628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2004/09/latest-news.html' title='Latest News'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-108524592485645667</id><published>2004-05-23T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T01:12:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Well, I've already finished writing chapter 14. Though I'm quite unsatisfied with. It's approximately 2,800 words and I feel that I need to add more details and "meat" to the chapter so I'll still wait a few more days before e-mailing it to my beta. It's just a filler chapter... I think the next few chapters are going to be that. But it would eventually lead us to the climax. Duh. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've already started chapter 15 which will be another filler chapter. What to expect in this chaper? Hmmm... a bed? haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of free time... until the first week of June. School starts for me already. Sucks! But better than not doing anything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smut fic, it's halfway done. Problem is, when will I be motivated to continue writing it. Pfft... such a lazy person I am. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-108524592485645667?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/108524592485645667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=108524592485645667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/108524592485645667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/108524592485645667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2004/05/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-108505973487603988</id><published>2004-05-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T21:28:54.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy...</title><content type='html'>I know I promised to myself that I'm going to write something today, but I was just so lazy to write anything. I tried but sadly my brain just wasn't in the mood. I ended up reading Harry Potter fanfictions the whole day; and some GG fics too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to see when I will be able to write again. I need inspiration! Either I need to watch a good movie *ahemTroyahem* again or read a really good fic. Erm... it just depends I guess. Sometimes even reading a good fic doesn't motivate me. It makes me sad because I always think that how come those other fic writers really write well. Yeah. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope I'll be inspired to write tonight. Maybe I'd be typing away on my laptop... something funny? Smutty? Fluffy? (Not!)But whatever! Anything that would keep my writing juices flowing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-108505973487603988?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/108505973487603988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=108505973487603988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/108505973487603988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/108505973487603988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2004/05/lazy.html' title='Lazy...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-108502050829728838</id><published>2004-05-20T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T10:35:08.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Finally! I've fixed my blog. The fics that I've written are on the right side! Don't you just hate HTML? Well, low tech I know, but that's the onlyway I know I can fix this blog and it took me a lot of hours and tried to finally get it right! Phew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that It's finally fixed... there's nothing much else I can do except post here, rant and rave about anything like what I'm doing right now. Or maybe I can continue writing. I've already started my second smut fic but I can't seem to get it right. There's always something missing, or it's always a bit off. So I have to rewrite it all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the longer fic, I'd Kiss You Goodbye, I already know what I want to happen. I've already outlined it in a notebook so I would remember. There will probably be seven more chapters before the end... but we'll just have to see because I'm fickle. I might want to add something or change the plot in the middle for some twists and turns. Ok, folks! I'll try to get some work done. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-108502050829728838?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/108502050829728838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=108502050829728838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/108502050829728838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/108502050829728838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2004/05/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036047.post-108496012491601574</id><published>2004-05-19T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T21:27:19.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! I have a blog! Go me!</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is sort of a journal for my fics. If I can I will try to post when I'm going to finish a particular story or chapter! This is just for my writing, either for fanfics or anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me introduce myself. The name I usually use is RainCloud. I write GG fics particularly Trory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway right now I've finished writing chapter 14 of I'd Kiss You Goodbye. But I still have to wait for a few weeks or days before I publish it a fanfiction.net because I might add some more later on. But so far it's pretty much finished. Here's what to expect... cookies, milk, and Tristan. Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently wrote a Gilmore Girls smut fic and it's called "Late Afternoon Tryst". It's a Trory. Duh! Is there anything else? Heh. Anyway I kinda liked how it turned out coz I'm not used to writing raunchy fics. But I'll try to write another one... maybe in the DuGrey's den this time or somewhere in Stars Hollow. We'll just have to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036047-108496012491601574?l=cocomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/feeds/108496012491601574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036047&amp;postID=108496012491601574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/108496012491601574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036047/posts/default/108496012491601574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocomango.blogspot.com/2004/05/hey-i-have-blog-go-me.html' title='Hey! I have a blog! Go me!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04400120293150361320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
