<?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-5020387156162185647</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:09:22.395-07:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='dramatic'/><category term='me'/><category term='synesthesia'/><category term='cellphone'/><category term='three'/><category term='running free'/><category term='death'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='fall'/><category term='grades'/><category term='school'/><category term='one hour'/><category term='blog'/><category term='flats'/><category term='louisiana'/><category term='think'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='homework'/><category term='present'/><category term='tragic'/><category term='mississippi'/><category term='study'/><category term='family'/><category term='choices'/><category term='girl'/><category term='clarisse'/><category term='colors'/><category term='boots'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>KiDDiE.BATA:)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-3896431699815971849</id><published>2010-03-17T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:35:06.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving....</title><summary type='text'>Hey everybody! This post is to inform all of you that I'm moving. :P
If you still wanna keep our friendship, then.....


CLICK!

Thanks sooo much! :D
And, BYEBYE! Mwaaahh :*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/3896431699815971849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=3896431699815971849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/3896431699815971849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/3896431699815971849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving.html' title='Moving....'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-3142378101014544978</id><published>2010-03-10T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T05:50:46.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants and Socks: Similarities</title><summary type='text'> So, I was walking through the mall just the other day in hopes of getting a new shirt. You know, one of those that has a cute phrase that either says "I'm with stupid -&gt;" or "Are we in a library, because I am checking you out!", when I saw two boys walking together. 
 I kept staring at them and they probably thought I was checking them out since they sort of looked at me and then grinned, but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/3142378101014544978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=3142378101014544978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/3142378101014544978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/3142378101014544978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2010/03/pants-and-socks-similarities.html' title='Pants and Socks: Similarities'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-8561003992873643679</id><published>2010-03-06T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T05:18:23.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzle</title><summary type='text'> Life. It's like a puzzle.     At first, the pieces don't make sense. They have just been taken out of the box, and you can only look at the picture on the front thinking that one day, your puzzle is going to look like that. Sometimes, we are too eager to complete our puzzle, and we rush into it. But what happens when you finish it but still have more spare time? 
What do you do with your life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/8561003992873643679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=8561003992873643679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/8561003992873643679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/8561003992873643679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2010/03/puzzle.html' title='Puzzle'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-7043314503681934072</id><published>2010-03-02T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T02:05:25.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renew Me</title><summary type='text'> I've decided to do something new with my life. I've decided to live carelessly. I've decided that from now on, I should never be afraid to say how I feel, express who I really am, and let my personality shine through. I'm guilty of trying to be someone I'm not, and it's time to stop. &lt;!--GreetingEnd--&gt;  
All this time, I've been trying to buy expensive clothes, and act all calm and cool, because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/7043314503681934072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=7043314503681934072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/7043314503681934072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/7043314503681934072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2010/03/renew-me.html' title='Renew Me'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-2267468355289447258</id><published>2010-02-27T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:57:17.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unforgettable Dream</title><summary type='text'> You lie down for just a minute, after a long day. You begin to doze off when a perfectly vivid dream comes to mind. You can feel every emotion. You're riding on a fast train and you feel the butterflies in the stomach just as if you were in the present. You wake up and can't wait until you tell someone your dream! But wait, you can't remember? &lt;!--GreetingEnd--&gt; Don't you hate it when you have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/2267468355289447258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=2267468355289447258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/2267468355289447258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/2267468355289447258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2010/02/unforgettable-dream.html' title='An Unforgettable Dream'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-6663272813717777278</id><published>2010-02-26T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:28:48.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message</title><summary type='text'> Something has been really bothering me lately. It's been on my mind constantly, making it hard for me to concentrate on some things. What exactly has been bothering me? Well, the answer is us. Our behavior. Our actions. I don't think we realize how much we can hurt each other, and it scares me.   
This weekend, I caught up with some old friends of mine that I haven't hung out with in nearly a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/6663272813717777278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=6663272813717777278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6663272813717777278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6663272813717777278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2010/02/message.html' title='A Message'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-6029869615497270118</id><published>2010-02-23T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T05:39:45.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think'/><title type='text'>Choices, Choices, and More Choices</title><summary type='text'> When you think about it we make choices everyday without realizing it. Our choices may be based on influences such as: the media, celebrities, athletes, peers, parents, teachers, and the list goes on. When we're so caught up in making the same choice as everyone around us, are we ever really making choices of our own? 

"Life is an exercise in mindless conformity" - Unknown     
What does that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/6029869615497270118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=6029869615497270118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6029869615497270118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6029869615497270118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2010/02/choices-choices-and-more-choices.html' title='Choices, Choices, and More Choices'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-7725535662977868274</id><published>2010-02-11T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T02:54:39.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crying moments T.T</title><summary type='text'>we cried again today. dunno why. maybe because emotions and guilt are killing us inside. by us, i meant me and my classmates. just to be sure you guys know. :)) 

back to the topic, we didn't cry cause of anger and inis, but we cried cause of joy. we apologized to our adviser because of our mistakes and then we cried. some people think we cried cause our adviser got mad at us again.  but they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/7725535662977868274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=7725535662977868274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/7725535662977868274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/7725535662977868274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2010/02/crying-moments-tt.html' title='crying moments T.T'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-6517246594788398054</id><published>2010-02-10T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T06:09:30.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an UNUSUAL thing happened..</title><summary type='text'>an UNUSUAL thing just happened yesterday..

me and all my other classmates were cleaning our classroom except for ONE classmate of ours.
her name is Myca. she's very lazyyyy. AS IN! TO THE HIGHEST LEVEL! all of us got mad at her.

WHY??
tell me, won't you be angry when one of your classmates are just sitting there and relaxing while you and your other friends are cleaning? OF COURSE YOU WOULD! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/6517246594788398054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=6517246594788398054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6517246594788398054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6517246594788398054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2010/02/unusual-thing-happened.html' title='an UNUSUAL thing happened..'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-2119276869890556884</id><published>2010-02-07T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:24:09.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a fun SUNDAY! :))</title><summary type='text'>whew. :) what a fun SUNDAY! this will be an unforgettable day for me. :DD

UPDATES:
* woke up at 4:30AM and texted until 6:59AM. :)) haahaa. i'm soo addicted to texting.
* watched iNTOUCH with DR. CHARLES STANLEY at 7-8AM. :) today's message: A LiFE OF OBEDiENCE [LiFE PRiNCiPLE 2]. love this show!
* went to school at 7:30AM to fetch my classmates.
* arrived at KiM's church at 8:00AM. by the way, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/2119276869890556884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=2119276869890556884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/2119276869890556884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/2119276869890556884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-fun-sunday.html' title='what a fun SUNDAY! :))'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-735441935690866541</id><published>2010-02-05T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:31:50.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back guys!  :)</title><summary type='text'>hi everybody! i'm back! sorry for the being inactive for more than 2 weeks. nasira kasi yung computer namin. but now, my dad bought a laptop and it has internet! yaay! now i can update my blog more often. hehe.

WELCOME BACK TO THE BLOGGING WORLD, ME!

i have many stories to tell you guys. also, sorry for not being able to return comments. i'm too busy with my studies and sira yung computer namin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/735441935690866541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=735441935690866541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/735441935690866541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/735441935690866541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-guys.html' title='i&apos;m back guys!  :)'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-8217628559202632646</id><published>2009-12-25T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:57:03.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cellphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><summary type='text'>Oh My Goodness! :)

Remember my previous post?
The part where I said I didn't receive a present this Christmas?
Well, I'm wrong. :)
Looks like I did receive a gift.

Which is...

a cellphone

Haha. :) It's from my dad. :)
I've always wished for this...



It looks like a mini-laptop &amp; I'm loving it!



Here's a quick preview of my previous phone. :)





Which one's cuter?
The new one, or the old</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/8217628559202632646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=8217628559202632646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/8217628559202632646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/8217628559202632646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/SzWWr2qAJdI/AAAAAAAAADM/nL_Ute3yWoA/s72-c/selepono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-5665947818858176844</id><published>2009-12-24T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:11:56.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Makeover</title><summary type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!

So, how's your Christmas? What gifts did you receive?
Me? I received nothing. :) Haha.
But it's okay. Christmas isn't all about receiving. It's all about giving.

I suddenly felt the spirit of Christmas today so I re-decorated my room. :)
Here's a picture :



so, what do you think?

hehe. lotsa love. that's all for now.. :)

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/5665947818858176844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=5665947818858176844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/5665947818858176844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/5665947818858176844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/12/room-makeover.html' title='Room Makeover'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/SzRW7D6y7_I/AAAAAAAAACk/PKGrcgrl948/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-3742258571355907830</id><published>2009-12-24T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T07:18:29.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>An Hour To Go! :)</title><summary type='text'>
Good Evening everybody and Merry Christmas! :)
Whew! One more hour to go and it's Christmas! Oh yeah! :)
I love the Christmas season. Not just because you'll receive many gifts, but because you'll be with your family and friends. But, sad to say, my mom won't be here for Christmas. :( She's in Canada today.
Oh well, wherever my mom is, I hope she's fine. :))

Okay, that's just about it.. Hehe..
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/3742258571355907830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=3742258571355907830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/3742258571355907830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/3742258571355907830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/12/hour-to-go.html' title='An Hour To Go! :)'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/SzOEO9Zer3I/AAAAAAAAACM/YkWmXQ51mjo/s72-c/287ivwy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-820586812355930050</id><published>2009-12-22T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:36:26.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louisiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mississippi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='synesthesia'/><title type='text'>Mississippi is Puce, but Louisiana is Red Violet</title><summary type='text'>"We had gone somewhere . . . perhaps Louisiana. Or Mississippi, I always confuse the two. You see, Louisiana is a faded red violet, but Mississippi is puce, and they can just get so close at times . . ." 




I said to my disbelieving friend. She didn't seem to understand this little method of categorizing that I had been using for a few years. It had started as a feeling, but the more I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/820586812355930050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=820586812355930050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/820586812355930050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/820586812355930050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/12/mississippi-is-puce-but-louisiana-is.html' title='Mississippi is Puce, but Louisiana is Red Violet'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-6173477746279341994</id><published>2009-12-20T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:54:57.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>If I Had 3 Wishes</title><summary type='text'>"What would you wish for if you had three wishes?" I often consider this question in my head. There are so many possibilities. I finally realized that truly, I'd have an extremely hard time picking three. There are millions of things I'd love to wish for: world Peace, a laptop, no child/animal abuse, fulfilling my dreams, find a cure to cancer, etc. Possibilities, possibilities, possibilities. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/6173477746279341994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=6173477746279341994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6173477746279341994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6173477746279341994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-had-3-wishes.html' title='If I Had 3 Wishes'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-6332222920410321697</id><published>2009-12-20T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:16:49.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>What I Want For Christmas.....</title><summary type='text'>This time of year, you've got the stereotypical little kid who wants presents for Christmas. There's magic in the eyes of a small child, and the happiness when they wake up and look and see Santa came is amazing. And there are presents under the tree, how beautiful it is when their eyes light up like said tree. 




But there are children who don't get this happiness. 



I mean, sure, they get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/6332222920410321697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=6332222920410321697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6332222920410321697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6332222920410321697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='What I Want For Christmas.....'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-7606569585436271275</id><published>2009-11-14T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:47:01.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Tragic</title><summary type='text'>Amber Bahr was nineteen when she was shot in the stomach.Micheal Pearson was twenty-one and reportedly shot two times in the chest and once in the spine. He died on the scene.Francheska Velez, also twenty-one, had just returned from Iraq. She was pregnant. She was transported to a hospital where she died just hours later.These are just three of the thirty one names, just three of the thirty one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/7606569585436271275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=7606569585436271275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/7606569585436271275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/7606569585436271275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/11/tragic.html' title='Tragic'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-6320240199332241519</id><published>2009-11-11T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T03:41:33.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clarisse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flats'/><title type='text'>Shoes This Fall</title><summary type='text'>Keep your feet warm and cozy this fall. It's no longer October and Thanksgiving is just a few weeks away and that means family reunions, parties and no school. Shoes come in various sizes, styles, colors and designs. Each person has his/her own style. For example, one might like to wear sneakers more than heels, and others may like flats more than boots. There are many options of shoes to wear. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/6320240199332241519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=6320240199332241519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6320240199332241519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/6320240199332241519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/11/shoes-this-fall.html' title='Shoes This Fall'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Svqh4fqMf6I/AAAAAAAAABA/gFBMTKwYkQ4/s72-c/ankle+boots' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-2637144999010706617</id><published>2009-11-08T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:19:02.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Easy</title><summary type='text'>"Haha! Clarisse, is that a zit right there? *Points to teenie tiny bump on chin*"Zits. Everyone hates them. I doubt anyone can think of one reason to like them. Many people buy expensive products to get rid of them quickly . . . but what about long term solutions? What about simple changes to your eating habits or hygiene habits you could make that would make it less likely for those blemishes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/2637144999010706617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=2637144999010706617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/2637144999010706617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/2637144999010706617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-easy.html' title='It&apos;s Easy'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-1677804508957352077</id><published>2009-10-30T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:37:48.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clarisse'/><title type='text'>RUNNiNG FREE..</title><summary type='text'>For months I have suffered being easily angered at being called "Dramatic". Not that it's bad or anything . . . it's just that I'm not.I've been known to resort to violence first, and ask questions later. I am the girl known for her spoiled attitude and crazy aura. I bring shy people out of their shells and make their personalities shine. But I can't do that for myself. I try to help others </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/1677804508957352077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=1677804508957352077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/1677804508957352077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/1677804508957352077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/10/running-free.html' title='RUNNiNG FREE..'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020387156162185647.post-2411843730791380750</id><published>2009-10-18T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:51:32.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Making The Grade</title><summary type='text'>Homework, studying, homework, and studying! That's what everyone is doing this week. Isn't there an easier way to get it done faster? Of course there is!If you are cramming over Sciences tests, or doing your Math homework all night there is obviously something wrong with your schedule. Take a break! If you're involved in 10 sports, or extra-curricular activities in one week, good for you! But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/feeds/2411843730791380750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5020387156162185647&amp;postID=2411843730791380750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/2411843730791380750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5020387156162185647/posts/default/2411843730791380750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-kikay.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-grade.html' title='Making The Grade'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910053774455687118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyLqZNRwDso/Sy4KmbrdOKI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jVoARXkMlI/S220/peace!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
