<?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-4031987</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:56:37.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchy when provoked</title><subtitle type='html'>take a peek... share my thoughts... an overflow of emotions... a shimmer of something... mysterious... elusive... secrets and surprises... step into...
my world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107398780186528303</id><published>2004-01-13T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T01:58:32.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>punyeta, nakalimutan ko bago kong username&lt;br /&gt;lecheng buhay toh, gagawa na naman ng panibago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107398780186528303?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107398780186528303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107398780186528303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107398780186528303' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107336014846971025</id><published>2004-01-05T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T19:37:27.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this computer sucks... i can't open my blog... i'm going to move, currently thinking up of a name for it... this'll be my last post for this one... hmmm... haven't enrolled yet. have to go back to school at 1:30pm coz the computers being used in the adjustment crashed. i miss my friends so much. can't think of anything more to say.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block party kagabi at lara's house. lam nyo ba kung ano yung house niya? isang buong building... &lt;br /&gt;anna m:"lara, anong floor yung bedroom mo?" (pa-joke lang to ha?)&lt;br /&gt;lara: "3rd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kulit nung dog niyang si molly... hehehehe... parang naka "e". ika nga nila, party animal. puma-party eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaayyy... anong oras pa lang... tagal ko pa maghihintay... nakakabano na to eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ko na yung cousin kong si jae anne... tagal pa before i'll be able to see her again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107336014846971025?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107336014846971025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107336014846971025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107336014846971025' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107270366713726050</id><published>2003-12-29T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T05:15:56.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the hell with new year. i am so tired of this. every year, becoming a personal slave to my mother. doing hours of labor in the kitchen while my brother plays on the computer. i am so tired of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumawag si leonard... di ko alam kung pano ko siya kakausapin. ka-flight niya lolo ko. dadating sila bukas. hindi ako sasama para sunduin sila. mahirap na. he wants us to meet. i can't. i don't want to. i have no will to do so. i am weak. or so i think. wag na no? i don't have anything to say to him rin naman eh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107270366713726050?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107270366713726050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107270366713726050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107270366713726050' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107260819524727554</id><published>2003-12-28T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T02:56:08.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christmas wasn't exciting nor fun just as i expected. mom didn't prepare noche buena, dad was at work, bro was busy flexing his fingers on the playstation and my cousins spent xmas at their significant others' houses... but it got a little tense when my uncle, who was drunk, told my mom how we walk almost two blocks just to have a smoke. and my mom's reply, "matagal ko nang alam yan.kaya nga lagi naka-chewing gum pag umuuwi para di maamoy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centEr&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawawa naman yung boy namin nahulog sa puno... ng niyog. taranta si ina, takbo siya at tumawag kay tita... biglang dumating ang ibang kamag-anak. kawawa naman yung boy namin naging family affair tuloy ang kanyang pagkahulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centEr&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107260819524727554?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107260819524727554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107260819524727554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107260819524727554' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107222826484102666</id><published>2003-12-23T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T17:12:26.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night was... FUN. since it involves mostly drunk people and money, there's nothing much to say about it except one thing. &lt;i&gt; pero sobrang &lt;/i&gt;x-rated&lt;i&gt; eh kaya wag na lang...&lt;a href="http://fri3s.blogspot.com"&gt;di ba tara?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107222826484102666?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107222826484102666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107222826484102666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107222826484102666' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107216134475984208</id><published>2003-12-22T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T22:37:05.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quizzes galore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mechangel/1066004559_esartistic.jpg" border="0" alt="Artistic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be&lt;br&gt;poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and&lt;br&gt;creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.&lt;br&gt;Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet&lt;br&gt;also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mechangel/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Soul%20Do%20You%20Have%20%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type of Soul Do You Have ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mechangel/quizzes/Which%20FLCL%20Character%20Are%20You%20%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mechangel/1071294181_kanchi.jpg" border="0" alt="kanchi"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which FLCL Character Are You ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059384212_pFightclub.jpg" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopFightclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fight Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107216134475984208?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107216134475984208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107216134475984208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107216134475984208' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107215675431615054</id><published>2003-12-22T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T21:28:15.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so i finally got back here in gapo. we were driving like crazy in the middle of the night... car has a few bumps and dents due to the inanimate objects that we happened to bump into and countless number of chickens that we run over, talk about road kill. so here i am, nothing to do. still trying to enjoy or maybe even feel the spirit of christmas.. i feel so old. well, actually i don't but bes says so. its cause i don't even enjoy christmas, hell there are plenty of people out there that are older than me who enjoy christmas every time it comes.  i spent last christmas curled up on the couch sleeping, so with new year. the fireworks ddn't even wake me up. i don't have any money to spend. i haven't checked my email ever since second term break started. maybe i'll just do my new year's resolution list. that's something i could maybe actually look forward to. argh, just one more fucking day and its that time of the year. i am the personification of scrooge. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107215675431615054?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107215675431615054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107215675431615054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215675431615054' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107191125090475929</id><published>2003-12-20T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T01:08:47.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a great way to spend christmas vacation. just staying at home doing nothing with no one to talk to... what a waste of precious time. i mean, i could be drinking myself into oblivion if only my drinking buddies were here. but no... i had to wait for a week just to be able to drink. and now, i have to walk almost one block just to have a stick. this has been such a bore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centER&gt; * * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found my old notebooks (notebooks during 4th year hs). i'm ashamed to say that out of the nine notebooks that i bought only three have been completely used and abused. an economics notebook (with so many doodles of my past crushies), my chemistry2 notebook (with so many song lyrics) and a big scratch notebook which also doubles as a notebook for all of my other subjects whenever i felt like taking down notes. now i'm wondering what to do with the remaining six...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centER&gt; * * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much been spending my holidays thinking of ways that i could kill myself. can't get hit by a car coz i wouldn't want my coffin to be too damn big in case bones can't be straightened out. can't jump off a building, big chance that while i'm in the process of falling i'm going to have to think about what i'm actually doing. can't hang myself, i'd end up having scratch marks (trying to pry loose the rope because of second thoughts) and rope burns on my neck, plus the noise that i would make while gasping for air would probably be the reason why i would be discovered even before i'm dead. can't shoot myself in the head, i'd be brain dead so i won't feel the pain but then it'd messy and they won't be able to see my pretty face *joke* in the coffin. i could always slit my wrists but that would be a bloody mess wouldn't it? also there's a chance i might be discovered even before i'm dead. i could always overdose on valiums but then i might just sleep myself to the grave. i wouldn't want to be buried alive. can't poison myself. brain is too intelligent to trick. so i'm left with a question... what's the best way to kill myself and die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;centER&gt; * * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't said anything about the whole failing intphil thing. but i just didn't really expect it. i mean... oh well, you won't know what i mean. there's always another chance. i just have to make sure that she won't be my prof again next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;centER&gt; * * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107191125090475929?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107191125090475929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107191125090475929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107191125090475929' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107182408133183418</id><published>2003-12-19T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T01:00:01.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>consider me a dead kid. i am so in deep shit right now. i don't know if i should just go and hang myself. alright, so what if i passed algebra? i failed intphil. fuck. which means my final paper didn't even reach the grade of 74. fuck.i should have attented all those pnprs lectures. fuckin ey... what grade did i get? nah, i don't want to think about that. and my grades are really sore this term. i got a 2 in intpyla, a 1 in philhis ( i can believe that one), a p in saliksik and a 3 in artapre. fuck artapre. i don't even consider that a subject. argh! what will my gpa be this term? .5? how about cgpa? .02? am a dead kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107182408133183418?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107182408133183418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107182408133183418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107182408133183418' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107174649552871703</id><published>2003-12-18T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T03:37:26.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm... quite irritated with myself... am starting to think that britney spears is pretty... ewww... anyways, was able to watch the vma's again, uncut this time, courtesy of my lovey-dovey cousin, jam. i think britney is pretty. *throwing up now* its getting really boring here in olongapo, but the wind's cool. its like tagaytay or something, minus the view that is. anyways, i'm supposed to go back to manila tomorrow but i think i'm gonna pass on that one. all i want right now is to sleep, but i still have to wait for my blockmates to go online coz our block's supposed tp have this conference and shit... but anyway... i don't know how long i could stand doing this... i mean, doing nothing and all that... all i do is sleep everyday, not that i'm complaining but i won't be bothered by it if i was getting tall or something but no. so... i'm getting bothered... my hormones are raging this time, i want to get wasted... again. boy, this is really getting more and more pathetic by the minute. sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;the night of the vma's madonna french kissed britney and christina. the next day, she published a children's book. bravo madge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/vma/1"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/vma/2"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i am a sick person. i had a crush on britney because of her sick  performance with madonna and christina during the vmas. h0-humm&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107174649552871703?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107174649552871703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107174649552871703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107174649552871703' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107130433604326556</id><published>2003-12-13T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T00:33:23.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tapos na ko sa lahat!!!!!!! i'm through with all of it! i'm sick of this shit... i just want to kickback and relax right now... am so sleepy.. i have nothing to do... i still have to go to la salle on monday for the advanced adjustment... this is getting pretty boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107130433604326556?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107130433604326556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107130433604326556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107130433604326556' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107121509260128067</id><published>2003-12-11T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T23:45:58.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yey! friday, my favorite day of the week. because after friday comes saturday which means i get to go out, not that i don't go out on weekdays... *lol* i got through my three finals yesterday pretty well.... i was so desperate that the night before i actually prayed the rosary... me and my roomies are now getting along really fine.. its actually sad that i won't get to hang out with them a little longer.. i'll be leaving manila on monday afternoon/evening... i really think i'm gonna fail my physics lecture class... but that's fine, as long as i won't fail my physics laboratory class... i'm not sure about alge but i really hope i'll pass, coz i don't want to take it up again, that'll be the third time if i fail... i finished my paper on intphil (i revised the first one)... so i have nothing to do except to review for my philippine history class... does anyone here know what is the tydings mcduffie rehabilitation act???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107121509260128067?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107121509260128067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107121509260128067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107121509260128067' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107096531125636378</id><published>2003-12-09T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T02:22:53.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm... just finished with the artapre finals... freaking boring and full of nonsense... got a new hobby... apparently there's a santa with a parachute hanging in the conserve lobby that moves its feet when you clap your hands twice... marie told me that... so there we went to the conserve and i clapped my hands to kingdom come... i looked like a moron. but was fun anyways... haven't finished my intphil philosophical reflection paper and i have to pass it on friday, this coming friday. turns out, i can't go home this saturday yet... argh! frustrating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107096531125636378?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107096531125636378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107096531125636378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107096531125636378' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107080333033476930</id><published>2003-12-07T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T05:23:10.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am here in gapo... saw honey again, after ages! waaaahhhh... i miss her so... i miss 'em all actually... it's been kind of a long day, but i didn't do anything... i just slept, ate and watched some tv... i'm beginning to be amazed by such contraption actually. i'll survive months without it but when i see one it's like i'm a kid in a candy store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat nga pala kay sam.... heheheheh... sobrang salamat... ambaitbait mo... wala ka nang ibabait pa... para kang si tania (in all ways)... no second thoughts... ni hindi man lang inisip na may chance na serial killers kami ni tara... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&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/4031987-107080333033476930?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107080333033476930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107080333033476930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107080333033476930' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107064723836298401</id><published>2003-12-05T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T10:04:14.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha! i am so happy right now. why? coz hindi na nagtatampo si marie sa kin... just got home(?) from her party at dencio's in powerplant... so cool... andun halos lahat ng ka-close and tropa and blockmates... i was kinda nervous nga kasi mamaya she might be mad at me or whatever coz i wasn't sure if i'll be able to attend, but thankfully i was able.. so yun, we ate, laughed, played charades and talked. tara was with me nga pala... saw her at powerplant with tania, so i dragged her lazy ass with me and she enjoyed it naman... it's so amazing how people seem to get along with us.. heheheheh... anyways, we drank blowjob(mmm... mmm... mmm... sarap...) and chatted longer than expected... sobrang nice talaga ni marie. i'm proud that i met her and we became close and all that shit... love ko siya... haaaayyyy... my life revolves around these kind people.. and i love it. they make my life so interesting that i don't want anything to happen to them... i owe them so much that i'm willing to risk my life for 'em... i sooooooooooo love my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new crush, but i don't know her name... she has this really beautiful tummy and has this really cute australian accent when she speaks in english but no accent whatever when she speaks in filipino... haaaayyyy... i really need someone to psychoanalize me so i'd know what my sexual orientation is talaga... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107064723836298401?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107064723836298401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107064723836298401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107064723836298401' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107053366221532004</id><published>2003-12-04T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T02:28:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tangina!!!! i am so fucked up now. just found out my finals sched... guess what??? three subjects on the first day!!! alge101 followed by intphys then finally intpyla... tangina, kayaning ko kaya to?? gusto ko na talaga patayin yung sarili ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala nang ibubulok pa talaga yung sched ko... i have no choice but to drop englart instead of jprizal... then i have to find out pa kung ano man yung sched ng englone, then i have to fix my sched, then god... kung ano ano pang things ang kelangan kong i-hurdle coz of that lecheng englone... susunugin ko na ang la salle... talaga.. waaaaaahhhhh... kung hindi ko lang mahal ang la salle, hindi ako magpapakahirap ng ganito... ayoko na!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107053366221532004?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107053366221532004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107053366221532004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107053366221532004' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107052913665855604</id><published>2003-12-04T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T01:15:51.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got out of class... uhm. that's an understatement... actuallty it's more like an hour na... i have nothing to do. i'm here at an internet cafe. i cut my last class coz i wasn't able to do what my prof wanted me to do and we had a quiz... so i just didn't want to attend. its better that way.. i'm wondering how many units i'm gonna fail this term. my fucking sched is so pathetic. i can actually puke upon seeing it.. i hate my sched and my subjects. and because the flowchart wasn't followed. i'm fucking delayed by one term. see, i had a plan. i was gonna drop jp rizal this term, then take it when i'm bout graduate, but they had to put in englart instead of bioarts. and right now my whole plan is fucking ruined. thank you registrar's office and the office of the vice dean and of course the dean's office. now, with my finals nearing, i still have to ponder what to do with my sched and subjects. what a nice way. this is certainly hell week for me. i am so pathetic i'm going to hang myself now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107052913665855604?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107052913665855604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107052913665855604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107052913665855604' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107047603695036347</id><published>2003-12-03T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T10:28:11.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even i know how to make fun of my own school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alma matter song ng manginginom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hail hail what's the matter?&lt;br /&gt;hail to san miguel!&lt;br /&gt;we'll tilt your bottle high and bright&lt;br /&gt;a shield of lagerlight&lt;br /&gt;we'll fight to keep our spirits high&lt;br /&gt;and never shall we ail&lt;br /&gt;drink to the cerveza negra&lt;br /&gt;hic! hic! hic!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107047603695036347?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107047603695036347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107047603695036347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107047603695036347' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107045077390793248</id><published>2003-12-03T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T03:27:33.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm... saliksik is finally over. i think my blocmates got the shock of their lives, courtesy of yours truly... actually it was because we were supposed to write a damn fucking letter of what we would say to "god" if he was here... uhm, mine basically says to help me because i don't know what i'm doing and that i'm lost and that i'm beginning to think that i'm a danger to myself... damn faci read it in front of them but didn't say my name of course. so there, my blocmates thinks that there's a psycho on the loose in our block...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to surprise my very own self... that is when i'm over-caffeinated. (for enlightenment please refer to &lt;a href="http://fri3s.blogspot.com"&gt;tara's&lt;/a&gt; blog...) god, i start talking to strangers just for the sake of a sticker... then slipping notes through people's doors... hmmm.... maybe i should be wired for the rest of my damn fucking life... at least i'd really be the superficial bitch that everyone's talking about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107045077390793248?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107045077390793248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107045077390793248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107045077390793248' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107019113798868623</id><published>2003-11-30T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T03:36:53.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm currently on drugs right now. pain medication for my long overdue feminine problems. they're supposed to be monthly but heck, i'm an alien so they come once in a while... every three months. just finished pigging out at tokyo tokyo. when we left the table looked like the table where an army ate. yeah, we went to war. we eliminated the enemy. mission objective completed. the mission, to eat. oh well, i'm addicted, is that the right word? actually more like obssessed with maroon 5. thanks to kim marvilla of rx 93.1, she introduced them to me. i have been devirginized with maroon 5. thank god that i haven't been devirginized on otso-otso as well, i haven't seen anyone do that yet and i really don't plan on seeing anyone do that. the majority of my playlist is composed of songs by maroon 5. i'm gonna buy their cd, songs about jane. i have a problem, i have a quiz on my first subject tomorrow morning and i haven't been able to review. and i wasn't able to attend last week's lecture, so in short. am a dead kid. oh god, i want to kill myself. the pain is too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm not the only one who noticed that there is someone on the blogging community who does not  deserve the praises he's getting. you know, being mistaken as a literary genious even claiming that they have a gift but when you read their regular post, hahahah! lo and behold, a treasure box full of grammatically incorrect sentences. makes me wonder. makes you wonder. note that it takes careful inspection of the blog that i am talking about. not that i'm sourgraping, its just that i wish that people would know the real him, because really you'd realized that there's something going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;have you seen &lt;a href="http://fri3s.blogspot.com"&gt;tara's&lt;/a&gt;? i have found a new talent, hobby and facet of myself. I AM A CAMERA WHORE. I soooo love being in front of the camera. maybe it's because i'm photogenic. well, it's true. i am. that's my only talent that i love parading in front of people's faces. if you've seen my pics you'd ask if that was really me. i look like a completely different person on cam. i look &lt;i&gt;human&lt;/i&gt; even. but hey, i'd still love the camera... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107019113798868623?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107019113798868623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107019113798868623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107019113798868623' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107003830561612348</id><published>2003-11-28T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T08:52:33.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhm... so many people are committing suicide nowadays and i wonder, is it really worth it for them? i mean, i've been through that before. and i can't say that i'm completely over it na.. i can't say that i won't do it again in the near future. i can just hope that i won't encounter my trigger again. but these days i think its hard not to encounter it again.. i wonder, really, if they will say anything good about me... maybe... maybe not. they will probably be too angry. maybe they can't even be comforted by words. maybe. just maybe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107003830561612348?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107003830561612348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107003830561612348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107003830561612348' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-107002187706773012</id><published>2003-11-28T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T04:18:45.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am here at ust.. with avi... wla lang, i had nothing to do sa dorm so i went na lang here... uhm.. i don't understand why some people are so full of pretenses... i mean don't they have their own lives to live out so they could have their OWN stories to tell someday? i don't understand why they have to pretend that they are something else they're not. this frustrates me. for i like being able to meet true people. and don't they know that friends love you for who you are not for what you're not. god, i want to kill myself... i'm in really deep shit right now.... i think, well, i'm hanging by just a thread in intphil... and it sucks. really. it does. i mean it's so friggin hard. and just last night, i checked my course flow chart, fuckin ey, i'm delayed by a term already... i am in really deep shit. and that is if i don't fail any more subjects.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-107002187706773012?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107002187706773012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/107002187706773012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107002187706773012' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106908380192030799</id><published>2003-11-17T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T07:43:54.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wala lang, its really really late in the evening... i'm here in an internet cafe near benilde... don't have anything to do... i miss my beshie... =) i haven't studied for any of my classes tomorrow... wala lang talaga akong magawa eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106908380192030799?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106908380192030799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106908380192030799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106908380192030799' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106882379536026658</id><published>2003-11-14T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T07:30:24.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i would like to introduce my &lt;b&gt;prince&lt;/b&gt; charming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/myprince"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guwapo niya no!!! akin lang yan... (as if..)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106882379536026658?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106882379536026658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106882379536026658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882379536026658' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106882009713439434</id><published>2003-11-14T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T06:28:45.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hay, may naalala ako.... heheh! the &lt;b&gt;"kharissa ka!" &lt;/b&gt; thing way back first year highschool... to those who know, laugh with me, c'mon... hahahahahah! =) this is to be said the same way you say an invective with the pinkie pointed towards the sky... so kharissa ka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... pa-weekend na naman so time to update na uli... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gack! i failed my first long exam in philo... huhuhuh.... it was soooooo damn bad.... i only got 52.5, the passing grade is 65... huhuhuhuh... but anyways, it was kind of expected coz i didn't know if "man cannot live by bread alone" is platonic or aristotelian or neither or both... heheheheh...oh well, there's always the second test and the philosophical reflection paper that i could always depend on... oh my, what am i talking about??? it's not like i'm an eager beaver that would do that... and as if its easy to get a 4 out of her, i'd have to kill first... uhm, i wouldn't mind that... kind of american psycho2 kind of chick... not that i'm not yet like that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also failed my first long exam in intphys, oh well... it really was expected.. didn't study a single letter or number for it... but maybe i regret a little... i mean, those two damn years of taking up physics in high school and i didn't listen the whole time.. but, how the hell did i pass???? oh! the regular &lt;i&gt;kapatiran&lt;/i&gt;.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adding to the list of failures is my last test in Philippine History... damn that Mactal... heheheh! he teaches in filipino, with a hint of gay accent, that's why i can't understand most of it... but oh well, that's ok... philhis is just a floater...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing just fine this morning... really really giddy about everything... and my hair was in the mood... but then, during our intphys class, something happened... nothing that i could definitely point my finger on... but it just flipped my happy meter from over the charts to a fizzling zero... oh well... can't blame myself... i'm me, the manic-depressive, pessimistic, sad, twisted, flipped, addicted to coke (the drink) me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106882009713439434?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106882009713439434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106882009713439434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882009713439434' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-10685169228780641</id><published>2003-11-10T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:19:42.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just woke up, no headache whatsoever, like i drank last night... hehehe... anyway, am here at she's place... god, woke up really really early today don't know why... nakakainis, coz my class doesn't begin until like 2:30 pm... bwisit... anyways, kinda naaasar ako sa roomies ko.. medyo nakakainis na kasi, can't study with them around... might change rooms na lang... that's fine naman with me coz ate candice was inviting me to join their room na kasi they miss me na daw ever since my LPEP stint with them... hehehe! am such a lovable kid... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you heard the latest things about me??? well, i have... hahah! laughtrip mag-invent ng stories yung mga taong yun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an urban legend and you don't... explanation: i was "seen" in front of La Salle, very vague since medyo may kahabaan ang front ng La Salle... anyway, i was "seen" in front of La Salle holding a tagalog book and a tagalog-english dictionary, apparently i don't understand tagalog and was reading in a very childlike conyo way... (read very slowly with a twisted am accent) ang... ma-nga.. batey... ayyy... nagla-laro... etc.. hmmm... sick minds these people have... apparently they don't know anything.. hehehe! ang front ng La Salle is composed of a sidewalk and highway... no benches whatsoever.. the story says pa nga na i was sitting or more like nakasalampak daw..eh hello?? where will i sit??? sa sidewalk?? di tinapakan na ako ng mga kapwa kong Lasalyano??? sa highway ako sasalampak?? di sana patay na ko ngayon... haaayyy... these people have really nothing better to do... if i was ever going to make a story i'd make sure that i know the facts so it would be believable enough... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently there's another story about me, i was reading tara's &lt;i&gt;heights&lt;/i&gt;, they have a tagalog story and i was really having trouble reading it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, there's this story that i met this guy at ust and asked him how to pronounce the word pangungulila, seems that i pronounced it pangungulala... hmmm... made me really wonder, i've never used that word all my life... it was always homesick... ack!!! i'm beginning to be the center of attention of my batchmates... and i like it... it only proves how stupid our batch has become... haaay... these people talaga, it's like they are plagiarizing stories about people they just met and rephrasing it then replacing every name mentioned with my name... can't blame them, they just seem to looooooove me so much.. :) and they have very pathetic lives. some of them are stuck in some school that they don't even want to study in... unlike me... hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: kikay, be really patient, understanding and kind to those who deserve it... apparently every batchmate of yours deserves it so be kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... christmas is near na... so is my birthday... sa mga kakilala ko, batiin nyo ko, if not i'll have you killed. i mean it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-10685169228780641?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/10685169228780641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/10685169228780641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10685169228780641' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106826647745179860</id><published>2003-11-07T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T20:41:37.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nakaw sa FRIENDSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 0NE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Joyce Ann Erika Nañasca&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: January 7, 1987&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: at home&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'4” pero sa sports com 5'5"&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes you wore today: black girbaud sneaks &lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: my bed and someone &lt;br /&gt;Your fears: not having any desire to live&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: yellow cab's manhattan meatlovers&lt;br /&gt;Goal you'd like to achieve: to be able to graduate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: &lt;br /&gt;Your most overused phrase(s) on YM/ICQ: smileys&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: oh god, i'm late again&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: my wrists... &lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: midnight&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: any memory which invloves my high school friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;In love?: nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: yes...&lt;br /&gt;Cuss: do you have to ask? little by little is gonna go&lt;br /&gt;Sing: whenever i feel like it, although i suck&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower everyday: of course!&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: yup yup, see him almost everyday... with his girlfriend &lt;br /&gt;Do you think you've been in love: no... well, maybe... not sure&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college: OF COURSE! HAIL HAIL!&lt;br /&gt;Like(d) high school: yep..&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: when I’m 28&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: no.. i'm pessimistic, if i involve myself in something, jeez!&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Think you're attractive: uhmm... no&lt;br /&gt;Think youre a health freak?: definitely not… &lt;br /&gt;get along with your parent(s): like most angsty teenagers&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms: if I’m stuck at home, ohh &lt;br /&gt;yesss!!&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument: guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX:&lt;br /&gt;In the past month...&lt;br /&gt;drank alcohol: aye!&lt;br /&gt;Smoked: haaay… yeah&lt;br /&gt;Done a drug: past month? nah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: yup&lt;br /&gt;Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: unfortunately yes&lt;br /&gt;Been called a tease: nope&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted: once or twice. i wasn't the one who really did it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: no. i like being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: 28&lt;br /&gt;Numbers and Names of Children: one maybe two - anika and i dunno.. &lt;br /&gt;Describe your Dream Wedding: ...&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die: painless&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to go to college: DLSU-Manila&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up: an independent woman that you don't wanna mess with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE:&lt;br /&gt;In a gurl/guy..&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color? brown&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color? Doesn’t matter as long as it’s &lt;br /&gt;natural&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: long.... &lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'7" and up...&lt;br /&gt;Best weight: dunno, long as body built is okay...&lt;br /&gt;Best articles of clothing: anything neat, and makes him look like a person&lt;br /&gt;Best first date: beach side... &lt;br /&gt;best first kiss location?: hmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# of drugs taken illegally: no to drugs!!&lt;br /&gt;# of people I could trust with my life: four! just four! not including my parents, they want to kill me! :)&lt;br /&gt;# of CDs that I own: don't count&lt;br /&gt;# of tattoos: no to anything that involves ink in my skin&lt;br /&gt;# of scars on my body: too many&lt;br /&gt;# of birthmarks: just one&lt;br /&gt;# of things in my past that I regret: four things... won't mention 'em&lt;br /&gt;# of cigarettes you smoke in a day: err, one pack a day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4031987-106826647745179860?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106826647745179860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106826647745179860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106826647745179860' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106826196962358779</id><published>2003-11-07T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T19:26:29.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm here in 'gapo na naman, i don't have anything better to do na naman, dili ko man kaya to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung wednesday afternoon, someone mistook me for an ilongga... hmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inpthil midterms is all over. no more tests for this one, but still i have one more philosophical reflection paper to do... but still, only ONE more test to go and i'm outta here! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106826196962358779?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106826196962358779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106826196962358779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106826196962358779' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106769010349016451</id><published>2003-11-01T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T04:35:14.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ladrido.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT KIND OF PANTS ARE YOU WEARING AND WHAT COLOR? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Straight denim jeans &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-News	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT ARE THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-8192&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Asado siopao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Really damning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Best ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Clothes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW ARE YOU TODAY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE DRINK? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINk? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-White russian. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE SPORTS?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Basketball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAIR COLOR? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EYE COLOR? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Black.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIBLINGS AND THEIR AGES? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian - 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE MONTH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE FOOD? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ginger snaps. HBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-January 7.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING MOVIES BETTER? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Scary movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUMMER OR WINTER? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUGS OR Kisses? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hugs. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Choco.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Across the river and into the trees. Ernest Hemingway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT'S ON YOUR SCREEN SAVER (Also DESKTOP)? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screen saver - MIKE CORTEZ. &lt;br /&gt;Desktop – angas girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE BOARD GAME? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monopoly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE SMELLS? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Coffee. Lacoste Booster.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh god I’m late again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE ALBUM TITLE? (JUST THE TITLE, REGARDLESS OF THE MUSIC) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beautiful garbage  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EVER BROKE SOMEONE'S HEART? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU SMOKE? IF YES, PLEASE ELABORATE: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes. Doobie and cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I’m pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I’m so pessimistic my blockmates think it’s funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAVE ANY NICKNAMES? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jae, Kaye, Kikay, Kix, Boyee, Eka, Ekai, Err, Rix, Erika,    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARE YOU HAPPY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARE YOU HORNY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIVING ARRANGEMENTS? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT ARE YOU READING NOW? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don’t have a mouse pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE MAGAZINE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cosmopolitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE SOUND? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beach sounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WORST FEELING? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE COLOR(s)? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Red, black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME OF FUTURE CHILD? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-Annika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOST IMPORTANT THING IN LIFE? &lt;br /&gt;thing? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cellphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE FOODS? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolates, pasta and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Used to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STORMS -- COOL OR SCARY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHERE IS YOUR FAVORITE VACATION PLACE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-L.A..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE, WHO WOULD IT BE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Barista at Starbucks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PEPSI OR COKE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Half empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE MOVIE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-City of angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS UNDER YOUR BED? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE NUMBER? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS CURRENTLY IN YOUR CD PLAYER? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mix cd. Mostly alternative stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE THING THAT YOU DID THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER DO. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Back down from a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT WAS THE NICEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU THIS WEEK? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A very easy ArtApre test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME THE ONE THING THAT YOU LOVE DOING BUT DON'T HAVE THE GUTS TO DO. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU WERE TO HAVE ONE MAGICAL POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE AND WHY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To have anything i want. Self-explanatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME ONE PERSON YOU WOULD LIKE TO SPEND YOUR LAST DAY WITH? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For now that would be my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN DESTINY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I am an existentialist.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU DO WHLE TAKING A BATH? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO IS YOUR IDOL? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Introduction to Philosophy professor, Ms. Laureen Velasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;REASONS WHY YOU ARE LATE FOR SCHOOL? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oversleep. Too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUR LIVES ARE SHAPED BY PEOPLE WHO LOVE US AND WHO DON'T LOVE US... YOU BELIEVE THIS? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A dark green Ford Expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT KIND OF GUY/GIRL DO YOU LIKE / ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO? (PHYSICAL APPEARANCE. BE SPECIFIC.) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He would be a little like Joseph Yeo. Okay, a lot like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU WEAR WHEN YOU GO TO SLEEP? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Big shirts and tiny shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW DO YOU SEE YOURSELF SIX YEARS FROM NOW? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I will still be studying, hopefully not on the “other side”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEN WAS the 1ST TIME YOU REMEMBERED yourself CRYING? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When I got locked inside the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT TIME do YOU WAKE UP in THE MORNING? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-7:30. my classes start at is 8:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOLD or SILVER? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Allergic to such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT was THE LAST FILM you SAW AT THE CINEMA? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finding Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVOURITE tv SHOW? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gilmore girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO you HAVE for BREAKFAST? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cereals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO WOULD you LIKE TO BE LEFT in a ROOM WITH? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAN YOU TOUCH your NOSE WITH YOUR TONGUE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT ARE you MOST AFRAID OF? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Of not having any desire to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT inspires YOU? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The thought of working and paying my own rent and owning my very own car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CITY, beach, OR COUNTRY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUTTERED, PLAIN, or SALTED POPCORN? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buttered and salted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVOURITE SANDWICH filling? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVOURITE type OF MUSIC? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alternative. Mood music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVOURITE past-TIME? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT characteristics DO YOU DESPISE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anything that shows weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVOURITE flower? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU HAD A big WIN IN THE lottery, HOW LONG would YOU WAIT TO spend it? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Not long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU WEAR PAJAMAS? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW MANY KEYS ARE ON YOUR KEY RING?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW MANY DOORS ARE THERE IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAN YOU JUGGLE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR favourite DAY(s) OF THE WEEK? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wednesday, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RED OR WHITE WINE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eat out with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU CARRY A DONOR CARD? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COMFORT FOOD? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cereal. Cocoa pebbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVOURITE FAST FOOD PLACE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINISH THIS STATEMENT "IF I HAVE A LOT OF MONEY": &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I would buy everything that my family and friends want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINISH THIS STATEMENT "IF I HAD THE TIME," &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I won’t be late for class everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW MANY DIFFERENT CITIES HAVE YOU LIVED IN? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106769010349016451?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106769010349016451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106769010349016451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769010349016451' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106764861203810543</id><published>2003-10-31T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T17:03:43.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106764861203810543?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106764861203810543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106764861203810543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106764861203810543' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106760161084739528</id><published>2003-10-31T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T04:01:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eto bagong post... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idol ko yung intphil prof ko... galeng sobra... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag-midterms kami sa artapre, the day before the prof asked us if we wanted to photocopy the lectures, i was the only one who didn't want to... the comment about me: "warrior ka talaga" -ogge. just to clear things up, i'm not a warrior, i'm just being myself. and being myself means that i don't want to put up with the shit called artapre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, during our intphil... our ms velasco (our prof) asked us if we were alive. and my blockmates replied yes. of course. but i thought, there has to be something more behind that question. and there was. alive means being free, but responsible. it means living deliberately, no chains whatsoever. it means to be unique and not go with the flow. it means to be an individual. to make choices, not to be a faceless ego or anonymous... and it got me thinking. am i alive? after the class i talked to her, and told her my opinion. i wasn't living. i'm not alive. i'm not existing. oh yes i'm literally alive, but i'm a dead person walking. i live but don't exist. i live and make choices, but those choices are not what i want. &lt;br /&gt;she asked me "why are you here?" &lt;br /&gt;"because i want to be"&lt;br /&gt;"why are you taking up your course?"&lt;br /&gt;"because that's what i want."&lt;br /&gt;"but are you making your decisions?"&lt;br /&gt;"no."&lt;br /&gt;"are you studying because you want to study?"&lt;br /&gt;"no"&lt;br /&gt;"then are you living your life the way that you want?"&lt;br /&gt;"no"&lt;br /&gt;"the answer is pretty clear. and you know that. the reason you came up to me and talk is because you admit that you are not existing. you are a shadow of what your parents want you to be. you may be here because you want to be, you may be taking up that course because you want it but you are not making your decisions based on your own thoughts. it is overpowered by your parents opinions. i just hope someday you'd find a spine to go with that mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true. i knew what she was going to say even before i asked for her opinion. the choice of an adviser is a choice itself. i already thought of it, but did not want to own it. i am afraid of the realization that somehow i've been living a lie. i am weak, and it seems that i will not survive. but hopefully, taking her philosophy classes will help me develop my own spine. before going she asked me this question, "what is stopping you from living? from feeling alive?"&lt;br /&gt;and i hesitated to answer, there was no definite thing, but there are many things. i was not afraid to be myself here...  the question now is, "are you alive and existing as you want and should be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came into this life without any purpose. at 16, i must be able to define my purpose already. but apparently no, i can't. and somehow that really irritates and saddens me. i go about day to day without any purpose or goals to achieve. how sad. really, this is depressing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106760161084739528?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106760161084739528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106760161084739528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106760161084739528' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106759960690705384</id><published>2003-10-31T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T03:26:57.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohkay... so i'm here in olongapo na uli... and wala na naman akong magawa... nothing new there... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106759960690705384?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106759960690705384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106759960690705384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106759960690705384' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106542092489895410</id><published>2003-10-05T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T23:15:24.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so i just got home (?).. well, i'm in the internet shop right now, so the right thing to say will be i just got dismissed... i am so aching to sleep right now, and all i want to do is take a long hot bath but that being impossible (no water heater you see) and i still have to finish carm's book report being the good roommate that i am, anyways, ana's gonna do my reaction paper on &lt;i&gt;gender and warfare&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO HOME NA TALAGA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106542092489895410?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106542092489895410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106542092489895410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106542092489895410' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106528718836973125</id><published>2003-10-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T10:13:35.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;blabbing without a license&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i haven't been able to blog for the past weeks (?) or months, ah hell, i don't know. but that's cause unlike &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people i know I HAVE A LIFE. so now that i've been able to go online again, i'd just like to say this. FUCK OFF! and please GET A LIFE. there are plenty of things out there that are more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've cleared that up, i would just like to state that some people no matter how many years they've spent in school, they just can't seem to learn anything especially the english language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon, tulad ni joey marquez, public apology din ako. TARA, i know that i've said some things to ANA about you guys, but that's just because i'm under the influenced of doobie and alcohol. you know how crazy i get naman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to SHE din, major like LITERA1 apology to you. dahil ikaw yung napagtuunan ni ANA ng galit. sorry kasi lasing din yun nung time na yon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i'm starting to look like a blabbermouth and a liar here, but you don't know the things that i've said and happened during the whole doobie session. take note, nakadoobie ako nun. 256 ang colors ng rainbow pag nakadoobie ka, and you don't know how many people you feel you know when you're high (up in the sky) hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys bati na tayo di ba??? FUSSION next saturday ayt? and sorry kay avi, chai saka kay hanna kasi nagsimula at natapos ang lahat ng wala kayong kamalay malay. kasi, para kayong patay eh, di nagpaparamdam. sa next term break na lang tayo mag chat kasi for sure abot-abot tayo nun. christmas na eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dun sa nagtext sa kin baka sakaling alam mo yung blog ko kasi nagmumuka ka nang stalker ko, eto sa yo! you know how much we pay to have an education like mine? no, you don't. because you don't know anything. just so you'd know, its enough to kill you and organize your funeral. some people think that just because they're winning in some "league", they think they're high and mighty and all that shit. well, news flash, you're not. WE are the only level 4 school accredited by PAASCU. i don't think PAASCU even knows your school exists. heck, i know a lot of people who don't know that your school exists. so FUCK your school and FUCK you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, i just realized something about myself. i'm starting to hate 50% of the  homosexuals that i know. kasi naman... walang life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great sunday everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*best, miss you na! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106528718836973125?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106528718836973125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106528718836973125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106528718836973125' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106282536795517706</id><published>2003-09-05T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T22:16:07.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hay naku! i'm here na naman sa gapo and as always wishing that i was back in manila... term break na namin pala, nung friday last week pa nagsimula pero i got so bored that nung monday afternoon bumalik ako ng manila. i have an excuse naman kasi course card distribution and i need to enroll pa.. anyways, umuulan ng 2 ang mga course card ko... ok lang naman sa kin yun, kaso mukhang masyadong malayo sa ini-expect ni inay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwento ko nga yung mga nangyayari sa kin... simula nung monday hanggang thursday umiinom ako every night.. sobrang yosi pa ako ng yosi, i swear wala na akong lungs talaga... ayun, monday night i went out with the ex kaso nag-walk out ako pano ba naman kasi inaway ako, pero ok lang, i didn't make a scene naman... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday naman umuulan, tapos course card distribution day, pero syempre tamad ako so hindi ko kinuha yung course cards ko, pinakuha ko sa blockmate ko, si maco. tapos siyempre nanood na naman kami ng mga vcd's namin dun sa dorm... nakakasawa na pero pinagtiyatiyagaan pa rin namin siyempre wala na kaming ibang magagawa... tapos around eight ng gabi (duh! syempre gabi) kami ay nagtungo sa Goosjoint, isang bar na tatlong kanto ang layo sa dorm namin, ayun, uminom kami ng uminom, pero siyempre sila beer ako isang shot ng kahlua (shit! ang sarap talaga) saka isang long island iced tea na mixed by my crush na si peter, isang HRM student ng benilde na bulol magtagalog pero sobrang gwapo naman, ayun, tapos nasa may pinto ng goosejoint si john, yung crush ko na swimmer na taga-benilde din... hmmm.. parang ang daming gwapo sa benilde ah, makapag-transfer nga dun... ayun, nung lasing na kaming lahat as in lasing na kami, hinatid na kami ni john sa dorm gamit ang kanyang kotseng upgraded... =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday walang magawa so nagyosi at natulog nalang kami sa dorm... nung kinagabihan ay kumain kami sa jardy's grill sabay uminom na rin ng beer, beer lang kasi yung meron dun eh... so medyo may tama na kami at bumalik na kami sa dorm, pagdating namin andun na si ruth, pero biglang tumawag si carms at pinapapapunta kami sa goosejoint, sugod naman kaming tatlo (ako, si ana at si ruth). pagdating namin dun, wala naman si carms. at wala din si robbie (yung kanyang ka-fling)... after ten minutes dumating na siya, kasama si robbie. biglang bumulong si ruth, "somebody got laid"... totoo naman kasi robbie smells like carms' perfume.. tapos nag-inuman na naman kami hanggang sa malasing ng todo-todo.. taxi pauwi kahit na sobrang lapit ng dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday kinuha ko yung course card ko kay maco dahil siya ay nasa school kasi nag-enroll siya, sasabay na sana ako mag-enroll kaso kakamadali ko naiwan ko yung aking eaf, so ayun.. eh natatakot akong mag-enroll mag-isa dahil di ko alam yung gagawin talaga (halatang frosh ba ga!) so bumalik na lang ako sa dorm. pagpasok ko sa room, shocked! andun si kim at chantal.. si kim naloloka na dahil sa ginawa ni karla kay don nung sabado at ngayon as in today ay pupunta siya ng fusion para sugurin ang karla na yon, sayang nga at wala ako... tapos nagpunta kami ulit ng goosejoint at ako'y uminom na naman ng kahlua (sosyal daw ako sabi ni carms, capri at kahlua samantalang sila ay winston lights at san mig light), nung lumabas kami ay siya namang pagpasok ni john dala ang kanyang napalaking bag at kami ay nginitian.. =) nung medyo malayo na kami sa goosejoint, siyempre nagtilian.. umuwi na si kim pero kaming tatlo, si chantal, carms at ako ay nagtuloy sa RB, isang bar sa tabi ng benilde.. syempre nag-yosi na naman at uminom na naman hanggang sa medyo lasing na... nag-doobie ng konti.. tas umuwi na dahil sinundo na kami ni kc na boyfriend ni chantal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, nag-enroll ako kasama si kuya jun.. bodyguard.. heheh! tapos umuwi, nag-impake at umuwi ng gapo... pagnakick-out ako sa dorm at sa school, alam niyo na ang dahilan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106282536795517706?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106282536795517706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106282536795517706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106282536795517706' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106233050853966801</id><published>2003-08-31T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T04:54:13.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inggit ako kina tara, kasi they seem to always have time to blog.. eh me, no matter how great my schedule is, i can't seem to find time to sit down and take time to reflect on what is happening with my so-called life.. except now... it's our term break already, and i want to go back to manila na... it's so boring and hot here and i terribly miss my roommates.. i flunked my algeb so i'll be taking summer classes next year which means no los angeles for me... boo hoo... anyways here's a quick recap of what has been happening... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august 22 was spent drinking our hearts into oblivion... and no, we didn't have any problems. we just wanted to drink. anyway the five of us (carms, she, ruth and anna) drank in our room at the dorm. we finished 3 bottles of gilbey's gin pomelo (yung mixed na), tas our shot glass was a cup.. sad to say but i'm not that alcoholic anymore, so i threw up. but was still buzzed... they told me that i kept shouting and laughing like i took some doobie... ha! and it seems that i told them some secrets of mine like saying that *beep* has a small *beep*... anyways... move on, i mean, everyone gets drunk sometime in their lives... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august 25-27 was finals week for me... i didn't review but so what? i didn't flunk it anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august 27... later on that evening, we went on a drinking spree before hitting wherelse... had such a great time and i scored! ha! beat that carms! =) met this guy, ryan, tall chinito guy... we hit it off from the start, great dancer, great voice... was so turned on, he smelled really good though its kinda weird coz he smelled like perfume with a hint of beer, that's weird coz i don't like guys who smell like beer..i got tingles everytime i feel his breath on my nape... weeeee..... reached 1st base... hahaha.. can't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm, tara and everyone else, if you're reading this post... sorry... i'm misbehaving again.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106233050853966801?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106233050853966801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106233050853966801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106233050853966801' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-106179686379843352</id><published>2003-08-25T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T00:34:23.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, just got home from my instudi finals. i fucking sucked! big time... we got wasted last thursday, its the first time that i got drunk and i mean really drunk.. we're off to wherelse on wednesday night! ladies night baby! this fucking computer stinks... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-106179686379843352?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106179686379843352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/106179686379843352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106179686379843352' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-105987710709679227</id><published>2003-08-02T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T19:19:23.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i told myself that i'd be studying over the weekend. temptation overcame me... ha! i did not read a single page or the 30 or so pages of that damned article. and i don't even care! is that a good sign?  obviously no. i can't wait to go back to manila, i miss my blockmates and i wanna see sep uli. :) maybe this time i'll have the guts to approach him and congratulate him for playing such a great game. maybe. just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056288990_Aanger.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... anger."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You represent... anger.&lt;br /&gt;Mad at the world, eh?  You have a tendency to...&lt;br&gt;freak out easily.  Overly emotional about&lt;br&gt;everything, you're most prone to bouts of&lt;br&gt;cruelty and moodiness.  Other people may be&lt;br&gt;afraid of the fact that you explode so easily,&lt;br&gt;but at least you're honest... even if you're&lt;br&gt;honest about not liking anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-105987710709679227?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/105987710709679227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/105987710709679227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105987710709679227' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-105982917349213761</id><published>2003-08-02T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T05:59:33.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my first post in weeks again... hmmm... i seem to have taken quite a liking to disappearing.. anyway, i flunked most of my midterm tests... i think that i'll be taking algeb again next term... hmm.. what do i do now??? we won the game nga pala kanina, and it's all because of sep... cutie sep! :) don't have anything better to do, we'll be watching the game next week, DLSU vs. AdMU... i got a 4 in P.E. pala!!!!!! yay! :) la lang, just wanna share though i'm sure that you're not in any way interested.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-105982917349213761?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/105982917349213761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/105982917349213761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105982917349213761' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-105859437999891722</id><published>2003-07-18T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T22:59:39.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so here it is, my first post in weeks... still, i have nothing to say. gawd, i miss my friends... argh!!!! i wasn't able to watch the opening of the UAAP... but anyways, its fine with me, we won naman eh... saka i see the players all the time... i'm training right now. -b-a-s-k-e-t-b-a-l-l- training that is... me and a couple of girls from my bloc are gonna play in the inter-bloc tournament together with the guys... there's a rule kasi that if the team who you are playing against have girls in their lineup, you have to have the same no of girls in your lineup or else be disqualified... so that's it... kinda boring actually... i think i'll be going to jimmy's gig at ratsky's on wednesday... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-105859437999891722?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/105859437999891722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/105859437999891722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105859437999891722' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-95938675</id><published>2003-06-23T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T22:40:43.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;my more than two minutes of fame&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the first game of the Champions League together with the blockmates... first game was CSB vs. Adamson. CSB lost... second game was DLSU vs. Letran.. mega cheer kami ng mga blockmates ko, namely dex, anna, corin, ogge, lara, raiz and dodge... super cheer kami ng bloc pres namin... ! =) sep's so cute... kaya lang his short was super haba ha, it made him look small tuloy... tas i can say that ty has really improved, the new captain pala is ramos... rookies were great.. basta sep's really cute, desidido na ako, lalasingin ko na talaga siya. =) it was so fun, tas si miss (yung prof namin sa pe) andun din, kaso she went na before the game was even finished.. was so busy cheering when gale texted us saying na mega cheer daw kami ni dex and that ilang beses daw inulit yung nag-apir kami when casio managed to shoot the friggin ball... hahaha! sobrang cool manood, i want the UAAP to start na tuloy.. hehehe... after the game, we went to eat at hungree burger.. ang kulit ni dex.. heheh! grabe, was so fun hanging out with them... after that naman we went to G4, to watch tanging ina... so funny sobra.. and so anti-climax.. so many things happened na and i can't recall them all... tas slept over at she's house na naman last saturday... yun, sige, have to finish my paper pa sa anthrop... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-95938675?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95938675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95938675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95938675' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-95658719</id><published>2003-06-14T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T04:58:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as much as i would like to post something sensible, i can't. i'm not a sensible person kasi eh..all i can do is post my &lt;i&gt;katangahans&lt;/i&gt; here.. on monday, i'll officially be on my third week at DLSU.. and di ko pa ma-feel na i'm in college already, its as if i'm not studying at all. if not only for the daily one chapter/subject that i have to read to remind me... there's nothing interesting enough that i can post... but based on my observations, masarap mag people watching sa la salle.. i forgot, muntik na kong ma-D.O. as in ma-discipline office at magkarecord for life coz of my pierced tongue.. bawal na kasi eh. lecheng revisions sa student's handbook... pucha! i know how to dance na!!!!! what else ba??? hmm... i saw macmac sa sports com.. i never thought i'd say this pero cute niya... lalo na pag naka-smile.. yun pala, pangit si georgia schultze, yung girl na lagi na nasa kung ano anong teen magazines.. yun, pangit siya. guapo si joseph yeo, kaso pangit yung gf niya. si mika vainio guapo din. si paolo valenciano, cute, makinis kaso he's small... mas matangkad pa ko sa kanya. and i'm just 5'4". i heard belinda bright got kicked out of csb, taga dun pala siya??? what else ba?? moonstar88 played a gig sa school nung ubreak... the sisig in la casita is really good, so are the different foods. tas sa sps din. z2 okay lang.. aristo is repelling us.. :P i'm learning how to sing in japanese.. sobrang i don't have anything to do kasi... gusto ko nang bumalik sa dorm.. mahal ko na yung dorm ko. ang init kasi dito eh... i want UAAP to start na... what else??? di ko pa nakikita ang tropa, lalo na si avi... gusto ko manood ng sine. and i really want to make gala na.. shit! concert ni jimmy ngayon sa podium, kasama niya si nina saka si nyoy.. inggit talaga ako kay ate candice, close sila ni jimmy!!!! waaaahhh!! i'm blabbing too much.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-95658719?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95658719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95658719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95658719' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-95612726</id><published>2003-06-12T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T19:05:40.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kakainis ha!!!!!!!!!!!!! lapit na midterms.... kabwisit... so totally badtrip this is.. ayun, its so freakin hot today, as in super init. grabe! di ako nainitan ng ganito sa school... went home yesterday pala, was on the stairs sa lrt when i saw this couple making away sa stairs. grabe, so scary, the girl was crying na and shouting just to make the guy let go of her arm.. siyet... and no one even dared to help her. tas when i got there na sa ramp, i heard someone yell na the guy slapped the girl.. so sad talaga... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-95612726?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95612726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95612726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95612726' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-95116356</id><published>2003-05-31T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T03:37:56.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/coolcat/1"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/coolcat/2"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/coolcat/3"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/coolcat/4"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, pero i love mike cortez talaga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-95116356?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95116356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95116356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95116356' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-95104579</id><published>2003-05-30T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T22:42:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bday ng pinsan ko today... so happy bday sa kanya... :) forgot her name eh... kakagising ko lang, medyo masakit pa yung ulo ko. pero kailangan gumising eh... buti sana kung nde... bwisit kasing instudi (international studies) yan eh... isang panibagong chapter na naman ang babasahin ko tuloy. anyway, bukas ay babalik na ko sa sibilisasyon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05.19.’03]&lt;br /&gt;	LPEP (el-pep) today. Met my blockmates, befriended almost every single one of them… wala lang, there were plenty of beautiful people sa CLA… found out that one of my blockmates was a covergirl of candy mag once. Si candy yun… candy loves candy… hmmm… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05.26.’03]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of classes today. It was fun, blockmates were really friendly. Had lunch with them actually. Poligov’s kinda cool. Instudi’s well… kinda hard. Alge101 is okay. Crithin, well I haven’t met crithin yet… its raining hard. My roommates haven’t moved in yet. We’re supposed to read a chapter already in poligov and instudi… I’m kinda surprised that my newly acquired skill in speaking isn’t showing up here yet.. buti na lang. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05.27.’03]&lt;br /&gt;	second day, new batch of classes. Kick off is 8:00 am courtesy of relsone. We had free theater in class. The teacher is such a class act. I’m kinda naaasar sa kanya because he’s bulol and I can’t really get what he’s saying. Second class was anthrop, prof wasn’t there yet. So we went to z2 to spend the rest of our break there. Next class is orient. Its so friggin boring. Nothing much to say bout that. Then we went to the lib to just cool off… tas they tell us that classes are freakin suspended. Eh we’re done with your classes for the day na, talk about timing. Happy bday ade pala this day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05.28.’03]&lt;br /&gt;	went to school really early, then prof comes in tells us, “sipag niyo, classes are suspended.” So we went to McDo to grab something to eat.. saw the guys chillin out there, and by unanimous votes, we decided to spend two maybe three hours at Ogge’s place then raid the malls after. Gandang adventure coz it was like flooding(?) already.. dami naming actually eh, the guys dingdong, dodge, ogge, ade, bc, nes, jun/rene and the girls andz, bina, jill, tin, anna, corin, teltel, raissa, lenlen…. Forgot na who pa.. basta dami naming dun.. and dami rin naming nafind-out, actually kami ni anna. Kasi andz and the other girls went home na by that time… so yun. We played tekken 4, then jammed… was fun, sobrang worth it yung aming pag brave sa floods ng malvar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05.29.’03]&lt;br /&gt;	had lunch at Ogge’s place courtesy of BC, Dodge and Ade. Blowout nila. They actually ordered like 12 boxes of pizza tas we were able to consume like 5 or 6 of those boxes lang..  dami naming dun, it was like only 3 out of the 41 people didn’t attend. So masaya, we really enjoyed it, enjoyed it so much that we almost got lot for our p.e. class… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05.30.’03]&lt;br /&gt;	so, happy bday dodge today… kinda boring actually. Uwi me ng gapo later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-95104579?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95104579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95104579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95104579' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-95074955</id><published>2003-05-30T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T18:59:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eto muna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/trinitykills/1052781976_agentsmith.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Agent Smith-"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Agent Smith, from "The Matrix."&lt;br&gt;No one would ever want to run into you in a&lt;br&gt;dark alley. Cold as steel, tough as a rock,&lt;br&gt;things are your way or the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/trinitykills/quizzes/What%20Matrix%20Persona%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Matrix Persona Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haloo! siyet! (i'll say that na kasi i don't get to say cuss words in school eh) i missed my blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! grabe, tagal na noh? its like ages... heheh! its official, i'm a college frosh na, pwede na rin kolehiyala and onti na lang conyo na. heheh... grabe, namimiss ko na blockmates ko, sobrang funny pa naman ng mga yun. miss ko na silang lahat. pero of course mas miss ko yung mga hindi ko na nakikita. grabe talaga. its so fucking hectic. ang daming adventures na nangyari. and its only been a week and we already made gala to the malls, tas one of the xerox ladies doesn't want to xerox our papers na agad. heheh! i don't blame her naman, kasi 41 people, tas each one 200++ pages yung papaxerox. kabaliw! astig ng prof namin sa poligov (politics and governance), yes, namumulitika ako... i was supposed to put something longer than this today eh, kaso i forgot the diskette sa dorm.. kaya tiyaga na lang kayo dito... i'll post some pics of oour block nga pala... wala lang. magaganda kami eh.. heheh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/bloc/1"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet the block LC-22 under CLA... sensya na medz sira&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/bloc/2"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the true LC-22&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/bloc/3"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dodge, lenlen and gale&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/bloc/4"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rowdy bunch. yep, that's me in the green shirt.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/bloc/5"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about the hail hail&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/bloc/6"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dami namin noh?&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/bloc/7"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful people. wag kayo, la pa dyan sina candy...&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/bloc/8"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out according to dexter&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/bloc/9"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dex the man. that's dex. our president.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-95074955?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95074955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/95074955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95074955' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-94434262</id><published>2003-05-15T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T23:00:22.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, buhay na naman ako... wala lang... belated happy birthday kay tarei! wlang magawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay, LPEP na sa mon... wala lang, naka-impake na yung mga gamit ko... ehehehe... ayun... 1:30pm yung flight ko patungong maynila... really. mag-eeroplano ako. i really want classes to start na... nakakabaog sa bahay eh. ayun.. chige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-94434262?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/94434262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/94434262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94434262' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-94090096</id><published>2003-05-09T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T22:01:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, buhay na naman uli ako officially. after today, i'll be declared dead na naman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got enrolled the other day. ang saya, walang kahassle-hassle. and super bait talaga ng mga peeps na nandun. tas wala talagang pila. and i saw lots of cute guys. there was this guy, he's a La Sallian Ambassador from TAPAT yata... basta he was cute. and he speaks really well, kaya lang medyo kabado siya.. heheh! ayun, LPEP na lang yung hinihintay ko... tas ang ganda pa ng sked ko, sayang nga lang at hindi ko kapareho ng sked si peach o si mai... oh well, socialize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon ko lang na-realize na matagal na talaga akong nawala... ibang ibang na yung &lt;a href="http://www.greenarcher.net"&gt;GA&lt;/a&gt;. hindi ko na naririnig si vanessa carlton sa bg... hehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033686815_esffsquall.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow, you're a Squall. I don't think ive ever met a&lt;br&gt;Squall before. You may seem quiet and boring&lt;br&gt;but really have a tortured soul. You'd be a&lt;br&gt;grear character in those heartbreaking romance&lt;br&gt;novels. too bad you'd probably die in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SighImKefka/quizzes/Which%20of%20the%20Final%20Fantasy%208%20charatcers%20are%20you%20most%20like%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which of the Final Fantasy 8 charatcers are you most like?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-94090096?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/94090096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/94090096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94090096' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-93228141</id><published>2003-04-25T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T00:40:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at ako'y nabuhay na magmuli... hehehe.. medyo matagal nawala, nagpapakamatay na ko sa bahay namin eh. kawawa na nga yung tv at yung ps. unting tulog na lang enrollment ko na.. can't wait. still have to buy some things for my dorm room... sabi ni inay yung ibibigay daw niyang curfew ko sa dorm eh 6pm.. syempre tutol ako! ngayon yata parang 10pm na or 12... di ko lam eh... basta yun.. medyo tinatamad ako mag-blog at kelangan ko pang pumunta sa ortho ko... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the recruit last night with my mom. she slept through the whole thing. the movie was ohkay... kaya lang, bakit ganun yung kilay niya???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-93228141?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/93228141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/93228141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93228141' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92969946</id><published>2003-04-20T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T00:52:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tangina! hanep si rex navarrete (tama ba?) check this out &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/ic.php?id=33646"&gt; &lt;b&gt;WE PACK ANYTHING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis ka... kasi sabi mo uusap tayo.tapos yun nga, pinuntahan kita, umalis ka naman. kakaasar ka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92969946?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92969946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92969946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92969946' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92897170</id><published>2003-04-19T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T11:16:45.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tangina!!!!!!!!!! hahahahah! ang sarap mabuhay! ang saya saya ng concert... nahawakan ko chito!!!!!!! *ohmygod* ang guapo ni vince, pero mas crush ko si kakdi ng rivermaya.. :) ha! may autograph na ko nila. at may mga pics pa... post ko nga dito yun pag na-scan ko na. ang saya saya ko. masakit man sa paa, worth it naman. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92897170?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92897170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92897170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92897170' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92884318</id><published>2003-04-19T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T04:56:18.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haaaayyy, ang sarap dito sa cnb. malamig. kanina nung nasa bahay ako, tatlong e-fan yung nakatapat sa kin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert na mamaya, the annual black saturday jam! at for the first time i'm going with my friends hindi relatives. for the past four years, wala pa akong na-miss, so hopefully eh hindi ko mamiss yung ngayon. :) at last, nandito na rin si chai. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92884318?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92884318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92884318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92884318' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92817619</id><published>2003-04-17T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T20:49:38.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>_Something About You_Five for Fighting_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to get out there to see you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to dig in&lt;br /&gt;I don't how to get in there...to feel you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long and I'm about to be in time for me&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long and I'm in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby there's something about you that&lt;br /&gt;I can hold on to&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hold on to that&lt;br /&gt;Baby there's something about you that&lt;br /&gt;I can hold on to&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hold on to that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would win&lt;br /&gt;I never thought much about that&lt;br /&gt;(It's been a long time coming)&lt;br /&gt;I never stopped to begin&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the process&lt;br /&gt;(It's been a long time coming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long and I'm about to be in time for me&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long and I'm in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby there's something about you that&lt;br /&gt;I can hold on to&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hold on to that&lt;br /&gt;Baby there's something about you that&lt;br /&gt;I can hold on to&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hold that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to be there.... be there...... alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to get out there to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby there's something about you that&lt;br /&gt;I can hold on to&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hold on to that&lt;br /&gt;Baby there's something about you that&lt;br /&gt;I can hold on to&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hold on to that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hold on to that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swatch together! :) &lt;a href="http://fyuk.blogspot.com"&gt;honey&lt;/a&gt; thanks sa pagpopost ng lyrics... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon ko lang napagtanto, makikita ko na si luis palagi. :) saka si vaseline boy saka si "miss, blue casing meron kayo?" aka jerome guidotti. engineering student, junior next term. still fishing other facts about him... :) at may nahanap na akong tao na magbibigay sa kin ng pix niya. heheh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so over reminiscing na... i can't wait for summer to end, i can't stand waiting for my classes to start especially now that i really loooove my course. gusto ko nang bumili ng mga gamit para sa dorm ko!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92817619?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92817619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92817619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92817619' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92685534</id><published>2003-04-15T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T21:41:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been five days since  graduated... and i can't help going back... sa 4 years stint ko at the regional science high school 3, my last year has been the most eventful. sobra! masya, malungkot, nakakahiya at kung ano ano pang mga pangyayari... it all happened to me during my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy memories ko:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ang mga never ending lessons in stoichiometry courtesy of ma'am garcia, my chem2 teacher.&lt;br /&gt;2. ang mga unang hirit practices, kahit na palpak masaya pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;3. the never ending jokes shared by every single copper.&lt;br /&gt;4. natural! ang pagkapanalo bilang ms. photogenic nung bb. agham. (yabang ko!) :)&lt;br /&gt;5. ang walang hanggang kakatawa thanks to &lt;a href="http://changgala.blogspot.com"&gt;chai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. pagkain ng kamias sa ilalim ng mangga. &lt;br /&gt;7. pagkain ng mangga sa ilalim ng african tulip(???)&lt;br /&gt;8. ang mga monkeys (literal as in unggoy) na nagreredecorate sa aming room.&lt;br /&gt;9. ang pang-aasar sa aming adviser na kapapalaot lamang.&lt;br /&gt;10. yung nutrition month jingle&lt;br /&gt;11. the sci-awit contest&lt;br /&gt;12. the countless food trips that i've been on in the cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;13. the countless times that i've slept, i mean "we" pala, through our classes&lt;br /&gt;14. syempre, ang graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sad memories ko:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. unti lang naman eh...&lt;br /&gt;2 the silent treatment i gave avi when she told me na sila na ni jandy (sobrang unfair ko nun)&lt;br /&gt;3. yung silent treatment na ibinigay sa kin ni tara dahil sa mga di ko sinabi sa kanya (promise, di na mauulit. pag may boylet akong nakita ikaw yung unang makakaalam basta ba may load ako.)&lt;br /&gt;4. yung pag-alis ni roi (di ko talaga ma-take na napaiyak niya ko)&lt;br /&gt;5. syempre ang graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mag nakakabwiset memories:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ang mga lecture tungkol sa economics. minsan kasi sobrang nakakairita na...&lt;br /&gt;2. ang never-ending na pakikialam ni buntis sa kanyang mga estudyante. (ano bang masama sa mga suot namin nung js?!)&lt;br /&gt;3. ang pagkakakita ko sa adviser ko araw-araw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if only i knew where i could classify "it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92685534?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92685534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92685534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92685534' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92637731</id><published>2003-04-15T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T01:08:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back from dlsu. god knows how tired i am. went there to see if my request for a change of course was granted and... it was granted! my new course is under the Lia-Com program, i'll be majoring in AB Psychology minor in BSC Legal Management.. :) the line was so damn long. when i got my results, i was looking like a complete idiot walking around DLSU with this dopey grin on my face, even while i was on the lrt...&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the third time this month that someone mistook me for someone who was already studying in DLSU, they keep saying na "So, Soph ka na dito?" and all i give them is this puzzled look on my face. i have to stop walking around the taft area looking like a harrassed Lasallian daw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is &lt;b&gt;"Mukha ba akong Lasalista?!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92637731?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92637731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92637731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92637731' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92570042</id><published>2003-04-14T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T00:41:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fave lines from movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Chasing Amy&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: Why are we stopping? &lt;br /&gt;Holden: Because I can't take this. &lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: Can't take what? &lt;br /&gt;Holden: I love you. &lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: You love me? &lt;br /&gt;Holden: I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know...I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;While You Were Sleeping...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen in love with &lt;br /&gt;someone you haven't even talk to? &lt;br /&gt;Or have you ever, like seen somebody? &lt;br /&gt;And you knew that, if only that person &lt;br /&gt;really knew you, they would of course dump &lt;br /&gt;the perfect model that they were with, and &lt;br /&gt;realize that you were the one that they &lt;br /&gt;wanted to, just, grow old with? &lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;City of Angels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather have had &lt;br /&gt;One breath of her hair, &lt;br /&gt;One kiss from her mouth, &lt;br /&gt;One touch of her hand, &lt;br /&gt;Than eternity without it. One.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92570042?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92570042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92570042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92570042' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92563443</id><published>2003-04-13T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T21:40:44.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grabe, haven't posted anything since grad... nakakamiss yung blog ko sobra.. i don't know how to type na.. so as of 8:40 pm last friday i am officially a graduate of the Regional Science High School 3 and now on vacation. :) ayun, super iyakan kami nung grad. god! i am gonna miss those crazy guys and gals.. i miss them na nga already eh... shit! &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;ang ingay ni &lt;a href="http://changgala.blogspot.com"&gt;chai&lt;/a&gt;. ang lakas na naman niya manlait... ni hindi ko alam kung sino naman yung nilalait niya ngayon... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92563443?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92563443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92563443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92563443' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92396448</id><published>2003-04-10T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T18:13:28.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://changgala.blogspot.com"&gt; chai's&lt;/a&gt; new title for her blog is G A R A P O N. *lol* anyway, grad is just round the corner and i'm afraid that i'm gonna sleep through the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92396448?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92396448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92396448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92396448' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92280860</id><published>2003-04-09T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T02:54:13.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1032400968_CDocumentsandSettingsOwnerMyDocuments4journalquiz11.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Psycho. You are overwhelmed by anger. You may even&lt;br&gt;hate the world and everything in it and you&lt;br&gt;believe revenge is the way of the world. An eye&lt;br&gt;for an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wintermoon/quizzes/How%20Emotional%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Emotional Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ba yan? all of the tests i took lagi na lang angry! sana naman one of these days maiba yung result kahit depressed okay na... pero this just shows na bagay talaga ako sa course ko! &lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LaDiEdEaThAtDaWn/1044131091_Aiwtv_prostitute.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lestat - Gentleman death are you. You are so very&lt;br&gt;complex, that even those who are close to you&lt;br&gt;don't even understand you. The years&lt;br&gt;have turned you into the vicious, sex god,&lt;br&gt;killer that you are today. You are truly a&lt;br&gt;vampire in every sense of the word. Kudos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LaDiEdEaThAtDaWn/quizzes/What%20Anne%20Rice%20vampire%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Anne Rice vampire are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sarcasticwhore/1034725801_ctureshk-g.JPG" border="0" alt="gothic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;very fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sarcasticwhore/quizzes/what%20fucked%20version%20of%20hello%20kittie%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what fucked version of hello kittie are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92280860?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92280860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92280860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92280860' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92204915</id><published>2003-04-07T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T01:44:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; listening to: unwell by matchbox20 (astig din pala to...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was poring over my chem notes when i saw this entire page filled with the signature of the-guy-i-shared-a-kiss-which-i-totally-regret-today together with these two song titles: big yellow taxi and time after time. btw, the last time i saw this notebook of mine was december last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creepy thing happened last night. woke up at around 3am with cold sweat on my forehead and scared shitless. don't know why but i didn't dream anything scary naman. fucking incident gives me the creeps and now i got goosebumps all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i finally saw my friends na . and as it turns out medyo we won't be able to see each other that much pa. baka the next time we'll see each each other will be on the 11th na, mismong graduation. i feel like crap right now having nothing better to do. i don't get why people like smoking marlboro, it fucking doesn't taste good unlike west ice. which reminds me, i need to buy another pack. can you believe that the vendo machine in burgundy sells west ice for like 80 pesos!?! that is whacked! eh i can get my packs here in gapo for 50 pesos lang... ooh, i'ma go out and have a fag now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/hunny"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guapo niya noh? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92204915?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92204915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92204915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92204915' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92123816</id><published>2003-04-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T01:19:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realized how cool my dorm is today.. its so fucking unbelievable. we have our own ref, tv and microwave inside the room. curfew is like 12. we have a freakin study hall. &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched sharon last night and i can say is kc is so ganda. super! and luis is so guapo naman lalo na when he speaks. cutie na, smells nice pa. :) they look so good together they should be a couple na. anyway, today's a holiday and i'm still stuck at home with nothing to do. i finished fixing my sched for the next month or so, and there are still some things that i need to do like:&lt;br /&gt;1. get an xray&lt;br /&gt;2. get enrolled&lt;br /&gt;3. have a medical/dental check-up&lt;br /&gt;4. get oriented&lt;br /&gt;5. but things for my dorm room&lt;br /&gt;6. get acquainted&lt;br /&gt;7. learn to cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the list will have to wait, graduation's not until the 11th... and i haven't attended a single practice (guys tell me naman if i'm missing out on something there). was absent for a whole damning week. was so sick that i couldn't really move "move" and even my bones (literally!) were hurting. oh well, i can't wait to see my friends and classmates tomorrow. which reminds me, i gotta buy a black marker and reserve a blouse for them to write something on, or p.e. tshirt ko na lang kaya... and i do hope avi doesn't kill me when she sees me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92123816?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92123816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92123816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92123816' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-92068870</id><published>2003-04-05T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T19:07:32.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Points to Remember:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The nearest LRT station to DLSU is Vito Cruz and not Gil Puyat as I used to believe. And a ticket costs 12 pesos. &lt;br /&gt;2. The street my dorm is located in, is Estrada and not Leon Guinto, pag nakita mo yung Providence sa kanan just keep walking straight and you’ll eventually end up there.&lt;br /&gt;3. BEWARE of seniors who will be on a power trip this coming LPEP. &lt;br /&gt;4. I need to have an X-ray for my medical on May 12.&lt;br /&gt;5. Enrollment for CLA students is on May 8.&lt;br /&gt;6. The orientation schedule for CLA students is on May 19-20.&lt;br /&gt;7. Orient1 is a university requirement and will be credited as a graded course in the First Trimester.&lt;br /&gt;8. There is no smoking in the dorm, but the study hall has a smoking area (go figure…).&lt;br /&gt;9. Magtipid! Magtipid! Magtipid! Magtipid! &lt;br /&gt;10. McDo isn’t the only place to eat. &lt;br /&gt;11. The first day of classes will be on May 26.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have to move my things to the dorm by May 23.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven’t even graduated yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-92068870?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92068870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/92068870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92068870' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-91957716</id><published>2003-04-03T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T05:13:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i am off to la salle tomorrow to have my slot confirmed... i can't believe it! i am going to study in my dream school, finally! :) after that, i am going to do some serious dorm hunting and clothes shopping... we don't have freaking uniforms there! then after that, i have to do some serious commuting to memorize roads to and fro... ah well, can't find the right words to say... i am so giddy..&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;avi, advanced happy bday! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-91957716?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91957716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91957716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91957716' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-91757349</id><published>2003-03-31T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T21:11:01.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>_every little thing_&lt;br /&gt;___dishwalla___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me in to see you in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;To get me on and all along the tears they come&lt;br /&gt;I see you're cold, I want you to believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;And when you find out who you are its too late to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be everylittle thing you wanted, all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I could be everylittle thing you wanted, all the time, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up, just lift me up dont make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you up before you hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;I see your cold, you say your alright&lt;br /&gt;But i get the strangest feeling that you've gone away, you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;And when you find out who you are, its too late to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be every little thing you wanted, all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I could be every little thing you wanted, every thing you wanted, everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me up&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me up tonight&lt;br /&gt;Soon nothing will right at all, salvation&lt;br /&gt;Because when you find out who you are, its too late to change&lt;br /&gt;Too late to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be every little thing you wanted, all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I could be every little thing you wanted every little you wanted all the time&lt;br /&gt;This time, everylittle thing you wanted all the time, oh&lt;br /&gt;But I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i could be every little thing that you want... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-91757349?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91757349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91757349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91757349' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-91636656</id><published>2003-03-29T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T01:59:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;listening to: stitches by orgy, find your way back home, angels or devils, counting blue cars and every little thing by dishwalla&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mga paraan para tumangkad pa by green_badeeeng of &lt;a href="http://www.greenarcher.net"&gt;ga.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tulog ng maaga &lt;br /&gt;2. inom ng gatas &lt;br /&gt;3. iwasan magyosi &lt;br /&gt;4. exercise &lt;br /&gt;5. tumalon pag new-year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;just like to share something i read with you guys... ang ganda... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"50 things to live by..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.with regards to problems, always remember when in rains, it pours... and sometimes there can even be hailstorms - even here in the philippines.&lt;br /&gt;2. today is the tomorrow you were worrying about. is it worth all that worrying?&lt;br /&gt;3. there are no shortcuts to any place worth going to.&lt;br /&gt;4. no matter where you go, there will always be a bad driver.&lt;br /&gt;5. if someone compliments you, smile and accpet it. take a moment to remember all the people  who helped make you worthy of the compliment.&lt;br /&gt;6. stop sleeping on your problem, if it were a real problem you wouldn't be able to sleep anyways.&lt;br /&gt;7. the only permanent thing in life is change. the sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be happy. &lt;br /&gt;8. stop worrying aboyut the what-ifs. things will happen if they they are meant to happen.&lt;br /&gt;9. sunscreen was invented for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;10. remember that it takes both rain and sunshine to make a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;11. laugh and the world laughs with you. cry and the world suddenly remembers it has to be somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;12. beer doesn't have the answers to problems. it only puts problems on hold.&lt;br /&gt;13. you can't make people like you and you can't please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;14. tequila is evil. it will always be evil, so don't expect it will go easy on you the next time.&lt;br /&gt;15. practice makes perfect. even if sometimes you hit several cars along the way.&lt;br /&gt;16. the opposite of "love" isn't "hate" but "don't give a damn."&lt;br /&gt;17. those who can, do.those who can't, teach - and flunk those who can.&lt;br /&gt;18. you can cry over spilled milk, but be sure to clean up afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;career:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. if at first you do succeed, try not to be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;20. always be friendly to the people you meet on your way to the top. you are going to meet them on your way down.&lt;br /&gt;21. to make your dreams come true. you have to wake up first.&lt;br /&gt;22. you are never a failure unless you blame someone else.&lt;br /&gt;23. there are lots of things taught in school that you think you won't need. and indeed, most of them, you won't need.&lt;br /&gt;24. the teacher you hate the most gives you the worst grades, doesn't credit you for your efforts and can't be bought. he goes by the name "experience,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;relationships:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. don't talk unless you can improve the silence.&lt;br /&gt;26. there is a big difference between "like" and "love", learn which is which.&lt;br /&gt;27. only you can really hear your heart breaking and your real friends are the ones who hear its echo.&lt;br /&gt;28. if you don't have anything nice to say about your neighbor, its best to shut up. keep things to yourself and walk away. why destroy a person's image when you have to work on yours?&lt;br /&gt;29. sometimes, its best to keep your feelings to yourslef.&lt;br /&gt;30. cry him/her a river. then build a bridge adn walk over it. you may have to repeat the "procedure" a couple of times before you stop building bridges.&lt;br /&gt;31. when someone says he/she likes you, that someone may actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;32. true friends make fun of what you do but support you all the way. acquaintances will praise your work and then not give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;33. its no use hanging on to a relationship that is only in your head. wake up and make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;34. a true friend won't jump off a cliff with you, instead he'll be at the bottom to catch you.&lt;br /&gt;35. if he can't see what an awesome and amazing person you are. move on... while secretly wishing that someday he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;family:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. parents give their children two things: roots and wings. children give their parents two things: screaming fits and migraines.&lt;br /&gt;37. remember that someday, you, too, will be getting screaming fits and migraines, so try to reduce what you give to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;38. always remember that your mom had one foot in the grave to bring you to this world. and your father had to deal with her mood swings for nine months.&lt;br /&gt;39. family isn't just about being related. it's actually about sticking up and being there for each other through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;40. if you want to keep something from your family, don't write it in your diary.&lt;br /&gt;41. the perfect, normal family is the one that is dysfunctional with many skeletons in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;42. if your mother tells you to brush your teeth before going to bed or your teeth will rot, she's telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. its okay to cry and bawl your eyes out once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;44. always have some alone time.&lt;br /&gt;45. people have their own little quirks. but unless they involve public nudity and self-mutilation, don't try to change them.&lt;br /&gt;46. you don't have to wait until new year's day to make a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;47. love and respect yourself. if you can't, how will others love and respect you?&lt;br /&gt;48. there is no "perfect" body. if there is, then barbie would have come in differents shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;49. forgive yourself for torturing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;50. you are an awesome person. don't try to change for anyone other than yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-91636656?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91636656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91636656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91636656' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-91581844</id><published>2003-03-28T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T19:52:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ways to tone your arm muscles by 0_888_0 aka &lt;i&gt;le moderateur&lt;/i&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.greenarcher.net"&gt;ga.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.ipag-igib ng tubig ang sinusuyo... &lt;br /&gt;2.sumabit pag sumakay ng jip o bus kahit walang ibang pasahero... &lt;br /&gt;3.maglinis ng bahay... &lt;br /&gt;4.maglambitin sa punong nakatayo sa likod ng inyong bahay... &lt;br /&gt;5.umakyat sa hagdan na gamit ang kamay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*violent reactions anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gago ka roi, pinaiyak mo ko kahapon... di mo naman mababasa to kaya ok lang.. gago ka. di naman tayo close pero pinaiyak mo ko..  ingat ka...&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal &lt;br /&gt;Fiona Apple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bad, bad girl&lt;br /&gt;I've been careless with a delicate man&lt;br /&gt;And it's a sad, sad world&lt;br /&gt;When a girl will break a boy&lt;br /&gt;Just because she can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me to deny it&lt;br /&gt;I've done wrong and I wanna suffer for my sins&lt;br /&gt;I've come to you cause I need guidance to be true&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't know where I can begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is a good defense&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal&lt;br /&gt;And I need to be redeemed&lt;br /&gt;To the one I've sinned against&lt;br /&gt;Because he's all I ever knew of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help me for the way I am&lt;br /&gt;Save me from these evil deeds before I get them done&lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand&lt;br /&gt;But I keep livin' this day&lt;br /&gt;Like the next will never come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh help me, but don't tell me to deny it&lt;br /&gt;I've got to cleanse myself &lt;br /&gt;Of all these thoughts til I'm good enough for him&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot to lose &lt;br /&gt;And I'm bettin' high so I'm beggin' you &lt;br /&gt;Before it ends&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where I begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is a good defense&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal&lt;br /&gt;And I need to be redeemed&lt;br /&gt;To the one I've sinned against&lt;br /&gt;Because he's all I ever knew of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know the way&lt;br /&gt;Before there's hell to pay&lt;br /&gt;Give me room to lay the law and let me go&lt;br /&gt;I've got to make a play&lt;br /&gt;To make my lover stay&lt;br /&gt;So what would an angel say&lt;br /&gt;The devil wants to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is a good defense&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal&lt;br /&gt;And I need to be redeemed&lt;br /&gt;To the one I've sinned against&lt;br /&gt;Because he's all I ever knew of love&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-91581844?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91581844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91581844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91581844' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-91463980</id><published>2003-03-26T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:29:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its my brother's graduation today... and i don't know if i'll attend... not sure how many guests are allowed to go with him... my graduation's not until april 11... argh! on the bright side, my tongue will be completely healed by then... hopefully... still not sure where i'm gonna enroll... the reservation of slots for ust is on april 1-2, while the reservation of slots for dlsu is on april 8... i don't know na... and i don't wanna know (?)... san ba ko pwede mag-aral?! its so irritating... ah leche! &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;my li'l cousin is getting very fond of my tongue ring... everytime that i make faces at him he tries to catch it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-91463980?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91463980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91463980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91463980' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-91327586</id><published>2003-03-24T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T21:21:47.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got my tongue pierced yesterday... now i'm cursing every bit of food that i come upon... gah! i can't eat any of my favorite foods... even ice cream... can't speak clearly and can't say grrr... ugh! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-91327586?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1044201609_fconspir02.gif" border="0" alt="Angry"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're angry, though not necessarily depressed.&lt;br&gt;You're probably very violent, and you might&lt;br&gt;like to throw things and hurt other people.You&lt;br&gt;might have Antisocial personality disorder and&lt;br&gt;believe that your needs are above everyone&lt;br&gt;elses, or maybe you're just sadistic. Or..you&lt;br&gt;could be PMSing right now.If you don't get help&lt;br&gt;at Charter, get help somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/How%20Depressed%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Depressed are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;tama lahat ng yan... pati yung pms-ing... &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1045377151_StuffSmirk.gif" border="0" alt="Smirk"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's a&lt;br&gt;little bit cocky and usually associated with&lt;br&gt;evil or arrogant,but attractive people.You&lt;br&gt;probably just don't give a damn,but it's&lt;br&gt;everyone else's fault if you don't because&lt;br&gt;you're too awesome to have any real faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Smile%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Smile are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;kaya pala....&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/teffie/1036291701_earasshole.gif" border="0" alt="asshole"&gt;&lt;br&gt;your asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/teffie/quizzes/What%20swear%20word%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What swear word are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;magkakaugnay ah.. &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034108184_CAndreaquizeyesbrown.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Brown Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Color%20Eyes%20Should%20You%20Have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color Eyes Should You Have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-91260095?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91260095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91260095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91260095' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-91105541</id><published>2003-03-20T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T21:05:19.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hay, sa wakas... tapos na lahat, next week practice na ng grad namin.. ang saya sobra... :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-91105541?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91105541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/91105541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91105541' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90977762</id><published>2003-03-18T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T23:16:29.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do i describe this day? its fucking senseless... naku, kung hindi lang sa allowance ko di na ko papasok pa... kung di ko lang kelangan ng pera eh... nakakatamad na talaga.... ngayon na yung last official school day ng mga seniors tulad ko... at lahat ay tinatamad na pumasok... baka hindi pa ko maka-graduate sa ginagawa kong ito eh... sina &lt;a href="mailto:yapper_00@yahoo.com"&gt;ber&lt;/a&gt;, pat at &lt;a href="http://mad_cap.blogspot.com"&gt;tara&lt;/a&gt; ay nagsisipag counter... gusto ko sumali... sasali na nga lang ako... wala rin naman ako magawa at wala rin makausap... senseless talaga... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90977762?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90977762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90977762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90977762' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90973991</id><published>2003-03-18T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T21:45:44.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thugz Mansion (Acoustic) &lt;br /&gt;_2 Pac_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, tired of gettin’ shot at&lt;br /&gt;Tired of gettin’ chased by the police and arrested&lt;br /&gt;Niggaz need a spot where we can kick it&lt;br /&gt;A spot where we belong, that's just for us&lt;br /&gt;Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I what mean? Where do niggaz go when we die?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga&lt;br /&gt;That's why we go to thug mansion&lt;br /&gt;That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G&lt;br /&gt;... at thug mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse One]&lt;br /&gt;A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind&lt;br /&gt;So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times&lt;br /&gt;I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried&lt;br /&gt;But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes&lt;br /&gt;No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble&lt;br /&gt;Not knowin’ it's hard to carry on when no one loves you&lt;br /&gt;Picture me inside the misery of poverty&lt;br /&gt;No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived&lt;br /&gt;Prayin’ hard for better days, promise to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on&lt;br /&gt;We found a family spot to kick it&lt;br /&gt;Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit&lt;br /&gt;A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's&lt;br /&gt;We still visualise places, that we can roll in peace&lt;br /&gt;And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast&lt;br /&gt;I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no place I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Children, dead homies and family&lt;br /&gt;Sky high, iced out paradise&lt;br /&gt;In the sky…&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no place I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Only place that's right for me&lt;br /&gt;Chromed out mansion in paradise&lt;br /&gt;In the sky…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Two]&lt;br /&gt;Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed&lt;br /&gt;I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good&lt;br /&gt;for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us&lt;br /&gt;They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain&lt;br /&gt;why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?&lt;br /&gt;I need a place to rest my head&lt;br /&gt;with the little bit of homeboys that remain, cause all the rest dead&lt;br /&gt;Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go&lt;br /&gt;How can I be peaceful? I'm comin’ from the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him&lt;br /&gt;I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape&lt;br /&gt;the deadly places slingin’ drugs, in thug's mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Three]&lt;br /&gt;Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin’ good&lt;br /&gt;Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods&lt;br /&gt;Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook&lt;br /&gt;Drippin’ peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke&lt;br /&gt;Then some lady named Billie Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Sang sittin’ there kickin’ it with Malcolm, 'til the day came&lt;br /&gt;Little LaTasha sho' grown&lt;br /&gt;Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us&lt;br /&gt;When Miles Davis cuttin’ lose with the band&lt;br /&gt;Just think of all the people that you knew in the past&lt;br /&gt;that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last&lt;br /&gt;Picture a place that they exist, together&lt;br /&gt;There has to be a place better than this, in heaven&lt;br /&gt;So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin’&lt;br /&gt;Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - repeat 2X]&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/4031987-90973991?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90973991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90973991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90973991' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90973903</id><published>2003-03-18T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T21:43:54.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at nandito na naman ako sa cnb ngayon... hindi na naman ako nagklase ng pehm at advance composition... tas ang dami ko na namang kinain, sobrang bundat na ko... nakakatamad na sobra... tapos sa sabado na yung results nung interview ko... tas hindi ko pa lam kung saan ako mag-aaral... perio namin sa social studies sa friday... wala akong magawa.. sobra...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90973903?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90973903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90973903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90973903' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90914530</id><published>2003-03-18T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T02:14:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt; nakakairita sina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avi at honey &lt;/h1&gt; pucha! leche!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90914530?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90914530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90914530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90914530' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90914433</id><published>2003-03-18T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T02:06:44.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>si &lt;a href="http://fyuk.blogspot.com"&gt;honey&lt;/a&gt; nga po pala yung babae na nasa pic dyan sa left.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90914433?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90914433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90914433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90914433' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90911306</id><published>2003-03-18T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T00:14:48.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nakakaloko naman to... nakakainis ha! bad trip...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90911306?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90911306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90911306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90911306' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90911253</id><published>2003-03-18T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T00:12:50.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90911253?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90911253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90911253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90911253' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90907333</id><published>2003-03-17T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T22:22:48.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wala kong magawa... i am so hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90907333?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90907333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90907333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90907333' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90839718</id><published>2003-03-16T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T21:47:40.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you sent me this... "you have shown me the warmth of your heart, then i betray that and turned it into ice... hope springs eternal.. i will give you my sunlightand maybe someday bring your warmth back to me..." i don't know what to say... but you were right when you said taht hope springs eternal... hope something like that will never happen again... :) anyway, miss you na... :D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90839718?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90839718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90839718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90839718' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90799866</id><published>2003-03-16T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T03:48:25.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have never been so disappointed in myself the way i'm feeling disappointed in myself right now.... oh fuck! i messed up really bad.... but still i hope i pass... siyet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90799866?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90799866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90799866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90799866' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90574979</id><published>2003-03-11T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T23:51:32.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Bring Me To Life" &lt;br /&gt;_evanescence_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you see into my eyes &lt;br /&gt;like open doors.&lt;br /&gt;Leading you down into my core &lt;br /&gt;where I've become so numb.&lt;br /&gt;Without a soul&lt;br /&gt;my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold &lt;br /&gt;until you find it there and lead it back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wake me up*&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside. &lt;br /&gt;*I can't wake up*&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside. &lt;br /&gt;*Save me*&lt;br /&gt;Call my name and save me from the dark. &lt;br /&gt;*Wake me up*&lt;br /&gt;Bid my blood to run. &lt;br /&gt;*I can't wake up* &lt;br /&gt;Before I come undone. &lt;br /&gt;*Save me*&lt;br /&gt;Save me from the nothing I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know what I'm without&lt;br /&gt;you can't just leave me.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe into me and make me real&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life. &lt;br /&gt;I've been living a lie&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing inside. &lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen inside without your touch,&lt;br /&gt;without your love, darling.&lt;br /&gt;Only you are the life among the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this sight&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Kept in the dark&lt;br /&gt;but you were there in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Got to open my eyes to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a thought&lt;br /&gt;Without a voice&lt;br /&gt;Without a soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me die here&lt;br /&gt;There must be something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life.&lt;br /&gt;I've been living a lie&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"in da club"&lt;br /&gt;_50 cent_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty- ish yo birthday&lt;br /&gt;we gon party like ish yo birthday&lt;br /&gt;We gon sip bacardy like ish yo birthday&lt;br /&gt;and u noe we dun give a fuck if that's yo birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find me in the club,&lt;br /&gt;bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacy into taken drugs, &lt;br /&gt;im in there having sex i aint into maken love, &lt;br /&gt;so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed&lt;br /&gt;You can find me in the club,&lt;br /&gt;bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacy into taken drugs, &lt;br /&gt;im in there having sex i aint into maken love, &lt;br /&gt;so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i pull out up front u see the benz on dub's&lt;br /&gt;When i roll 20 deep is 20 knives in the club&lt;br /&gt;Niggas heard i fuck with dre now they wanna show me love&lt;br /&gt;When you sound like eminem and the hugs they wanna fuck &lt;br /&gt;But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's Up&lt;br /&gt;i see xzibit in the cut that nigga roll the weed up&lt;br /&gt;If you watch how i move you mistake me fo a playa or pimp&lt;br /&gt;Been hit wit a few shells but i dont walk wit a limp&lt;br /&gt;in the hood the ladys saying 50 you hot&lt;br /&gt;they like me, i want them to love me like they love Pac&lt;br /&gt;but how them new york, niggas tell ya im loco&lt;br /&gt;when the plan is to put the rap game in a choke-hold&lt;br /&gt;im feelin focus man, my money on my mind&lt;br /&gt;got a mill. out the deal and im still on the grind&lt;br /&gt;Now shorty said she feelin my style she feeling my flow&lt;br /&gt;A girlfriend with it get ride and we ready to go..(Ya ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find me in the club,&lt;br /&gt;bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacy into taken drugs, &lt;br /&gt;im in there having sex i aint into maken love, &lt;br /&gt;so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed&lt;br /&gt;You can find me in the club,&lt;br /&gt;bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacy into taken drugs, &lt;br /&gt;im in there having sex i aint into maken love, &lt;br /&gt;so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mah flow, Mah show, brought me the dough,&lt;br /&gt;that bought me all my fancy things, &lt;br /&gt;Mah Crib, mah cars, Mah pools, Mah jewls,&lt;br /&gt;look nigga i got kmart and i aint change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you should love it, way more then you hate it&lt;br /&gt;nigga you mad, i thought that you'd be happy i made it&lt;br /&gt;Im that cat by the bar, toasting to the good light&lt;br /&gt;You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back ride&lt;br /&gt;When it dark, Well be pumping in the club, its on&lt;br /&gt;now wit my eyes on my bitch, if she smiles, she gone&lt;br /&gt;if the roof on fire, let that mothafucka burn&lt;br /&gt;if u talken about money homie, i aint concern&lt;br /&gt;imma tell you wat Banks told me cause go ahead switch the style up&lt;br /&gt;if niggas hit the letta make watch the money pile up&lt;br /&gt;or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub&lt;br /&gt;you know where we fucking B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find me in the club,&lt;br /&gt;bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacy into taken drugs, &lt;br /&gt;im in there having sex i aint into maken love, &lt;br /&gt;so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed&lt;br /&gt;You can find me in the club,&lt;br /&gt;bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacy into taken drugs, &lt;br /&gt;im in there having sex i aint into maken love, &lt;br /&gt;so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Dont act like u dont no were we b nigga&lt;br /&gt;we in da club all da time nigga&lt;br /&gt;is a problem? pop off nigga&lt;br /&gt;G unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90574979?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90574979'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90569333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90569333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90569333' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90389343</id><published>2003-03-08T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T05:21:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Artist : Santana feat. Dido &lt;br /&gt;Song : Feels Like Fire &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you it's over&lt;br /&gt;Now there's an angel&lt;br /&gt;Holding me&lt;br /&gt;My way's easy&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're fallen&lt;br /&gt;Oh you're struggling&lt;br /&gt;There's still beauty&lt;br /&gt;In what we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ¿Que será?&lt;br /&gt;Let's go sailing on&lt;br /&gt;There's a wise man&lt;br /&gt;In every fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I say come back&lt;br /&gt;Come in from the cold&lt;br /&gt;Into the warm&lt;br /&gt;I feel like fire&lt;br /&gt;Guiding you back home&lt;br /&gt;As darkness falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone stands in line&lt;br /&gt;Cos they wanna stay alive&lt;br /&gt;To wait alone&lt;br /&gt;No dog no bone&lt;br /&gt;And then you find it's over&lt;br /&gt;Still it tears your heart&lt;br /&gt;To slip away&lt;br /&gt;From the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you have&lt;br /&gt;What it takes&lt;br /&gt;To return to where&lt;br /&gt;All the world&lt;br /&gt;Knows your name&lt;br /&gt;Then ¿Que será?&lt;br /&gt;Let's go sailing on&lt;br /&gt;There's a wise man&lt;br /&gt;In every fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I say come back&lt;br /&gt;Come in from the cold&lt;br /&gt;Into the warm&lt;br /&gt;I feel like fire&lt;br /&gt;Guiding you back home&lt;br /&gt;As darkness falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say come home&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;And settle down&lt;br /&gt;I feel my love&lt;br /&gt;Can give me what I want&lt;br /&gt;For all time&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist : Flavor Nu &lt;br /&gt;Song : Most Beautiful Girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo girl I'd walk a hundred miles &lt;br /&gt;To see your pretty face each time you smile &lt;br /&gt;There is no distance for me, long as I can believe &lt;br /&gt;I'll see you tonight &lt;br /&gt;Simply no distance for me, girl you gotta believe &lt;br /&gt;I need you tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget, the first time I set &lt;br /&gt;My eyes on you I thought I would die &lt;br /&gt;You were my lovely day, took my breath away &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm walking with my head to the sky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]: &lt;br /&gt;You are the most beautiful girl, I've ever seen in this world &lt;br /&gt;You came in my life just in time &lt;br /&gt;You are the most beautiful girl, I just gotta tell the world &lt;br /&gt;She's all mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't find the words to say &lt;br /&gt;This kind of feeling don't come every day &lt;br /&gt;It feels like heaven to me, love has given me wings &lt;br /&gt;Girl you light up my life &lt;br /&gt;You feel like heaven to me, every day's like a dream &lt;br /&gt;Having you by my side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget, the first time I set &lt;br /&gt;My eyes on you I thought I would cry &lt;br /&gt;It was my lucky day, when you came my way &lt;br /&gt;'N I'm still walking with my head to the Sky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl &lt;br /&gt;The sun and the moon, the starrs in the skies &lt;br /&gt;They don't shine as bright as the light in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And it brightens my day, when I realize &lt;br /&gt;In just a few hours I'll be holding you tight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;it took me three weeks just to find out what was the title of this song...&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i passed my interview in ust... and its still unofficial but i'll be studying in ust na... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90389343?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90389343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90389343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90389343' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90218276</id><published>2003-03-05T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T20:28:24.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you so much....&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;now i love myself... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90218276?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90218276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90218276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90218276' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90166084</id><published>2003-03-05T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T00:47:00.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nakakatamad... lahat na lang kinakatamaran ko... pati pagtulog tinatamad na ko... ayoko na... tamad na tamad ako... &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;its really so hard to fall in love...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the results of my interview.. i really hope i pass...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;now i realize that it's okay for me wherever i study... the important thing is that i learn something... at least a little bit... &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/4031987-90166084?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90166084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90166084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90166084' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-90163513</id><published>2003-03-04T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T23:17:08.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay... tagal ko na rin di nakapag-post... anyway i didn't go to school today coz i just want to bum around... haven't watched a single decent thing... taking care of my li'l cousins... just bumming around... i've got the vacation fever waaaaay too early...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-90163513?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90163513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/90163513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90163513' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89983349</id><published>2003-03-01T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T20:36:56.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just woke up... sobrang traffic yesterday lalo na nung pauwi kami... anyway, the interview went well. mabait kasi yung nag-interview sa kin... i didn't expect the questions but i gave some good answers naman... anyway, i'm gonna go back to sleep... still kinda tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89983349?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89983349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89983349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#89983349' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89894450</id><published>2003-02-28T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T02:47:20.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>interview ko na bukas... and i don't have a single decent thing that i can wear... life nga naman talaga...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89894450?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89894450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89894450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89894450' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89830640</id><published>2003-02-27T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T02:50:57.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Morning Baby - Bic Runga &amp; Semisonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between an overload of information&lt;br /&gt;And a striving for a pure dedication I&lt;br /&gt;Find myself looking for the exit sign&lt;br /&gt;See your pretty face in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;In the morning after staying up all night I&lt;br /&gt;Want to wake you just to hear you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's alright&lt;br /&gt;And all I want to be is too much&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning baby&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm gonna make it through another day&lt;br /&gt;Good morning baby&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm gonna make it through another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the stars and all the planets&lt;br /&gt;Fly the great wide world and have it all&lt;br /&gt;Yeah better get a ticket better get in line&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying now for beautiful weather&lt;br /&gt;Take a car and drive forever but I'm&lt;br /&gt;Only ever sitting at the traffic light&lt;br /&gt;And all the world to see is too much&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning baby&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm gonna make it through another day&lt;br /&gt;Good morning baby&lt;br /&gt;I hope we're gonna make it through another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And when you rise)&lt;br /&gt;And when you rise you'll find me here&lt;br /&gt;(Open your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;And see myself reflected there&lt;br /&gt;(And for awhile)&lt;br /&gt;A little room becomes an everywhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89830640?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89830640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89830640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89830640' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89768160</id><published>2003-02-26T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T02:07:52.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my discman got stolen this afternoon... in my own fucking bag... in my own fucking classroom... in my fucking school... during my fucking chemistry class... fuck... wala nang discman ng bayan... and my dad never uttered a single fucking useful, understable and comforting word... he just stared into the nothingness... making me feel uncomfortable... he called up my mom within earshot... and he was really fucking blaming me for what happened... not that its not my fault but i could at least use some sympathy.. it was my discman... now i have nothing else to keep me sane when i enter college... nothing to keep me sane for the next few months... fuck... total fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89768160?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89768160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89768160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89768160' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89702250</id><published>2003-02-25T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T01:27:46.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nasan &lt;a href="http://www.bluemangoes.org/funkypixie"&gt;ka&lt;/a&gt; na? i miss reading &lt;a href="http://www.bluemangoes.org/funkypixie"&gt; your&lt;/a&gt; posts... ganda &lt;a href="http://www.bluemangoes.org/funkypixie"&gt;mo &lt;/a&gt;pa naman magsulat... sayang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89702250?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89702250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89702250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89702250' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89683181</id><published>2003-02-24T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T18:34:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss my blog! :) sobra... grabe my interview is this coming saturday and i don't even have the requirements yet... may bago akong balak gawin sa buhay ko... mag-aapply ako ng change of course sa DLSU tas kukuhanin ko lia-com then yung majors ko psych saka legal management... o di ba masaya? double major tas pareho pang kawarla. :D hindi ko pa rin na-scan yung ibang pics pero lapit na... tas post ko na naman... siyet! two weeks na lang ang klase namin tas pagtapos nun practice na ng grad... yung section namin nga pala yung choir sa baccalaureate mass tas gusto ko kantahin namin umagang kay ganda... &lt;i&gt;"basta't tayo'y magkasama... laging mayrong umagang kayganda... pagsikat ng araw.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89683181?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89683181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89683181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89683181' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89544513</id><published>2003-02-22T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T01:14:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://psychasthenic_brat.tripod.com/pics.html"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;pics during the prom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89544513?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89544513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89544513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89544513' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89424704</id><published>2003-02-20T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T02:10:49.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck!!! i can't view my blog! i can't fucking open it! fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89424704?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89424704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89424704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89424704' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89364238</id><published>2003-02-19T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T02:50:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haaayyy... my day has just been made complete... :) i just got my letter from &lt;a href="http:www.dlsu.edu.ph"&gt;DLSU&lt;/a&gt;... grabe! :) wala akong masabi! :) sobrang napakaganda! :) as in sobra... ang ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda... grabe i could go on for an eternity... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89364238?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89364238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89364238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89364238' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89269092</id><published>2003-02-17T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T15:44:42.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow! ang aga kong nagising, to think na may 1:00 am na natapos yung js prom and mga 3:00 ako nakatulog... ang ganda ganda namin kagabi! (vain na ba?) masaya pa kasi kumpleto kami... sayang nga lang kasi last na yung kagabi... pero isa lang masasabi ko... love ko yung mga friends ko! :) tas, after nung js... may class pic pa kami dun sa stage... :) heheheh! copper talaga! :) basta yun..  post ko na lang sa susunod yung mga pics namin ng js... ganda ganda talaga namin... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89269092?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89269092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89269092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89269092' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89180571</id><published>2003-02-16T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T01:06:16.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh! it's prom night tomorrow and i haven't got a ride... can anyone help me? i need a ride... badly need one... wag na lang kaya ako mag-attend... may hangover pa rin ako sa sms ni john...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89180571?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89180571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89180571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89180571' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89122844</id><published>2003-02-14T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T17:57:19.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; that says it all - duncan sheik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the town, still dressing down&lt;br /&gt;Looking for some action&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jagger said it best&lt;br /&gt;He knows you never get... no satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;But Mr. Dylan knows&lt;br /&gt;That everyone is more or less... a rolling stone&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Lennon, so quiet, knows better&lt;br /&gt;...or so I've been told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That says it all, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;We always want what we never get&lt;br /&gt;Well listen hear, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I can't continue to pretend that it's alright&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that ain't right&lt;br /&gt;That ain't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you're gonna make it big, rake it in&lt;br /&gt;With your master plan&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hendrix understood&lt;br /&gt;Those are only castles made of sand&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wilson took some pills&lt;br /&gt;...and I don't blame him&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be alive&lt;br /&gt;...Mr. Page, how he played&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Drake stayed up late&lt;br /&gt;...and made me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That says it all, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;We always want what we never get&lt;br /&gt;Well listen hear, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I can't continue to pretend that it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've said it all havne't they?&lt;br /&gt;But what I want, what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Is listen hear my friend&lt;br /&gt;I can't continue to pretend that it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we get&lt;br /&gt;We never find our happiness&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I've been told&lt;br /&gt;Since I was six years old to compromise&lt;br /&gt;But that ain't right...&lt;br /&gt;That ain't right&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89122844?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89122844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89122844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89122844' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031987.post-89087779</id><published>2003-02-14T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T04:33:41.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>may nisend sa kin si john kanina, kaso nabura po nung friend ko... nakalagay dun isang bear na may hawak na bouquet ng flowers tas nakalagay after that.. "happy valentine's day! luv u baby ko..." grabe! total kilig ako! :) tas basta yun super happy ako di bale na nag permission to collapse ako sa hanay kanina.. wala na ko care.. basta yun...haaaaayyyy.... sarap mabuhay... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031987-89087779?l=psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89087779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031987/posts/default/89087779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychasthenic_brat.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89087779' title=''/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108405589480966341</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></entry></feed>
