<?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-37054019</id><updated>2011-09-08T00:36:23.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bummed and thinking...</title><subtitle type='html'>"the trouble with doing nothing is that you can never tell when your finish! :p"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</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>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-1596728852468813283</id><published>2009-03-21T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:45:56.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>title</title><content type='html'>  The past week was a blur. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A hazy succession of parting events that sends me overwhelmingly mixed feelings until now. Actually, i do not intend to blog about these things, yet. I just heard&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-1596728852468813283?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/1596728852468813283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=1596728852468813283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1596728852468813283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1596728852468813283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2009/03/title.html' title='title'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-6884979218042712078</id><published>2009-03-12T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:46:04.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Facts About Me</title><content type='html'>Well, you know the routine, I get tagged and cite 25 so-what stuff about me, then tag other people as well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, here goes 25 things about me that you probably didn't know but will now do..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. It may not seem like it, but I'm not really a loud and social kind of person. I only turn into that kind of monster when I'm having a blast with really close friends and people I'm comfortable with. I'm in fact a loner, which is really hard to believe; I know. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag ate cathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. I'm manic depressive and I have borderline personality disorder tendencies (but I'm definitely not suicidal, not emo lol); go on google it. ;p &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag tina (emotera ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. I love eating..pigging out rather. As my friends say, I have an appetite similar to that of the labor force. I can eat two full rice meals and go hungry again after two or three hours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag toto bear (can't think of anyone lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. I have these idiosyncrasies of counting highway island trees when traveling, as well as road demarcation lines (sorry i don't know what they're called), and thinking out loud way too often. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag DS, bunch of weird people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. I always get this feeling that I have the responsibility to talk to whoever is beside me (if i know that person),  because not doing so seems rude, for me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag Iris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. My only vice is self-indulgence. I don't have consistent obsessions but whenever i get hooked on something, I obsessively indulge int it, to the point that dream of it and think about it every waking moment of my life. (think korean dramas, jeong-hoon, arashi) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag Kim Jeong Hoon  or Nino (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. I played with my barbie dolls until I was 17 years old. I played with them just as i did when I was four. That's how I love Barbie and how I wish all my stuff were Barbie branded. ahhh my silly dreams. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag Joy a.k.a Tisay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. I almost got kicked out of school in my second year in high school because I was pushed to join a fraternity. I remember crying my heart out in front of my homeroom adviser, verrry stupid. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag our high school principal hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. On the first day of a three-day swimming class, I walked on the pool floor because I didn't know how to swim. Every single soul there was laughing at me and I'm so frustrated that I only learned how to swim on the last hour of the last day wherein no one cared anymore to see if I can swim. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. I've always wanted to be a teacher but being very impatient and irate, I don't think I can handle rowdy students nor them handle me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag celyntoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. I don't eat complicated food, by complicated i mean those viands that have indistinct ingredients. i.e. kare-kare, sisig, the dreaded pinakbet. I only eat those with simple distinguishable ingredients. haha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. I have consistently specific orders for every restaurant and food-chain that I visit. in fact, if you're always with me you can easily guess what I will order. hehe ;p &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag anyone who's willing to treat me out haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. I honestly haven't watched porn YET. I do manage to get glances though but i can't take it and I'm not being a hypocrite. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag khilieepot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Ever since I decided to stop drinking softdrinks, I haven't had one. not even a single drop.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I tag JAYCEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Like Joseinne, I'm also an audiophile. I listen to everything except really old love songs (peace tina ;p) although I like some of the stuff that my dad listens to. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag Djosa (who's surprisingly not into music, like my mom ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. ironically, people always assume that I am rich when in fact, I am not. we're not even close to being rich, we're just a simple family who gets by. ;p &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag Jhun (the suuper rich guy ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. I like drawing fashionable dresses and gown, unfortunately I'm the only one who finds them pretty haha, and maybe my mom too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag Daryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. I'm an animal rights advocate at heart, even if i don't belong in any organization of such. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag Alena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. I'm a very secretive person, I don't like letting people in on my personal thoughts and feelings; talk about bottling emotions. I suppress feelings even if i know that some people are willing to listen and give good advices. that's why by the end of the day, I always realize that I have no one but me.. awwww sad. ;( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag ate bam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. Not bragging or anything but ever since my dad had me on a post-paid phone plan, I completely forgot how to reload a phone. heck, i totally have no idea about those unlimited text messages promo.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I tag Nikki Angulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. I love dancing and sooo wanted to learn dancesport but never had the chance to fully develop my dancing skills. destiny provided no avenues for such. I can feel my bones getting brittle already.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I tag Nicolai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. I laugh at the most trivial things..haay ang babaw ko. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag Ferdie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. death by chocolate would be bliss. I just dig them, especially dark chocolate, even the cheap ones that costs a peso in sari-sari stores.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I tag Nikka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. I'm not into sports! only chinese garter, ten-twenty, and "sipa" will do, along with other neighborhood games like patintero and the likes. but volleyball etc blech! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag Akemi-chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. I'm not fond of these tagged sort of things..i felt like i did a paper for marriage class by doing this, really exhausting whew!. with that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag maam sese&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-6884979218042712078?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/6884979218042712078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=6884979218042712078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6884979218042712078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6884979218042712078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-facts-about-me.html' title='25 Facts About Me'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-7377981982705135391</id><published>2009-03-11T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:55:45.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ust cinevita film making workshop</title><content type='html'>  &lt;a class="select" href="http://litebluestars.multiply.com/journal/item/151/ust_cinevita_film_making_workshop"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; film workshop, scholarship to be granted by The Varsitarian to 12 fortunate student film makers.&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-7377981982705135391?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/7377981982705135391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=7377981982705135391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7377981982705135391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7377981982705135391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2009/03/ust-cinevita-film-making-workshop.html' title='ust cinevita film making workshop'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-7615804248048234856</id><published>2009-02-24T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:47:22.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa-rang-ham-ni-da nan nan sa-rang-ham-ni-da</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaQWawoKCI0AAA-ywW81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaQWawoKCI0AAA-ywW81/6.jpg?et=JBNHGVJPpQqpVZqOcjUFLQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm officially obsessed... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///G:/kim%20jeong%20hoon/6.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///G:/kim%20jeong%20hoon/6.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Parrot&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Translation by: Jungie (also credit: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aheeyah.com/lyrics/howl/howl_1_tran.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;aheeyah.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I miss you again, like yesterday.&lt;br&gt; Won’t this feeling of missing you, lessen any?&lt;br&gt; I keep thinking about you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The more I try to sort through it all, the more the tears come.&lt;br&gt; Even when I try to steal it, the memories spread into&lt;br&gt; different memories through the tears that I shed.&lt;br&gt; It makes me cry so painfully.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All I can do is regret, because all I ever did was receive.&lt;br&gt; But I’m afraid you’ll forget me because I’ve never gave you anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love you, I, I love you&lt;br&gt; These words have become a habit&lt;br&gt; and these words are among the many I’ve learned from you.&lt;br&gt; I sit around alone mumbling to myself like a fool.&lt;br&gt; I’m sorry truly, truly, I’m sorry.&lt;br&gt; I’m even sorry that these words are so late&lt;br&gt; But I’m waiting here for you shamelessly&lt;br&gt; Will you by chance come back tomorrow?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even if the birdcage that represented you was narrow&lt;br&gt; I still liked it, I was still happy.&lt;br&gt; I’m returning to the day, to my dreams&lt;br&gt; when I believed in a forever without seperation&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I could go back I’d gather my heart, I’d take everything&lt;br&gt; from it and give it you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love you, I, I love you&lt;br&gt; These words have become a habit&lt;br&gt; and these words are among the many I’ve learned from you.&lt;br&gt; I sit around alone mumbling to myself like a fool.&lt;br&gt; I’m sorry truly, truly, I’m sorry.&lt;br&gt; I’m even sorry that these words are so late&lt;br&gt; But I’m waiting here for you shamelessly&lt;br&gt; Will you by chance come back tomorrow?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My heart..&lt;br&gt; In the end even if you can’t come&lt;br&gt; and you’ve changed and I’m not the one for you any longer&lt;br&gt; I’ll call and call out to you again&lt;br&gt; Like a parrot calling only your name..&lt;br&gt; Wishing for only your love like this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this song made him cry..awwww ;p&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-7615804248048234856?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/7615804248048234856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=7615804248048234856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7615804248048234856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7615804248048234856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2009/02/sa-rang-ham-ni-da-nan-nan-sa-rang-ham.html' title='sa-rang-ham-ni-da nan nan sa-rang-ham-ni-da'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-1401454744811031536</id><published>2009-02-19T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:04:34.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spastic litanies</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, i still got the nerve to make a blog entry when i have loads of important articles to write. Well i guess this is what procrastination is all about, though I'm not that proud about it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;obviously, everyone's been raving about "the last two weeks" and since it is most probable that those last two weeks, which will begin this coming monday, will be hectic, I might as well do away with my pre-graduation post. i'll take it as the non-laude graduation address. ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When i first entered college, I was a mere happy-go-lucky person who happen to always have lady luck by her side. four years later, I am still that kind of person only that this time I wasn't as lucky as before. it slapped me square in the face that college isn't a roller coaster ride as i've expected, instead it was chaos; a totally different ballgame from highschool. but i realized that that is because college is an immersion into the things that will matter in life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In college, i morphed into some sort of nocturnal creature. I became accustomed to keyboard-clacking-in-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning. A rough estimate is that i spend almost half of my day in school, a few hours travel time, and the rest of the remaining hours in front of the computer. The computer became my next best buddy (because the friends go first yessss naman). I almost went blind because of computer strained eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I learned that in college you are not who your teachers think you are and that they grade you by their own judgment. i learned that your marks are not somebody else's responsibility but yours. i learned that hard work pays off and that slacking sometimes pays off, but more often don't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I learned that low grades doesn't make you less of a person and high grades doesn't make you any better. Despite that, we all wanted to take things a notch higher just for self-fulfillment. In college, i tumbled down then rekindled my drive to get up and stabilize my footing.i learned that pretending to be smart doesn't make you smart and that an idle mind will remain that way if you keep it that way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I learned that it's okay to mess up and to feel like crap; that it's okay to ask for help because we all need hel sometimes. i learned that it's okay to whine and complain to all your friends. i also learned that the things we want most in life we can't always have.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I learned that college life is so much easier and sweeter if you have true friends. and the best thing about college is that I was given four years;four years to make mistakes and learn from them; four years to change and make myself a better person; four years to discover "the essentials" in life; and finally four years to make memories that i will carry on to my grave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This has been long enough but there's still so much more to say. Let's just put it that four years in college cannot be encapsulated into eight paragraphs or so. This year I am going to march as an average student and i can't say that my college life was so much better or different than yours because just like everyone else we all just wanted to get through these four long years unscathed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;it's 1 a.m. and i wasn't able to accomplish anything worthy. worse, is that i have allergies all over my body (must be that beta-carotene rice of Nutri-Options), I keep scratching every three seconds arrrgh and Amber by 311 keeps ringing in my head (Woah amber is the color of your energy..woah)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's bed time for me, my eyes are starting to get that burning feeling.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-1401454744811031536?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/1401454744811031536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=1401454744811031536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1401454744811031536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1401454744811031536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2009/02/spastic-litanies.html' title='spastic litanies'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-7319092585812768371</id><published>2009-01-28T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:43:01.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo ni tin</title><content type='html'>tina to joyce: "ikaw gusto mong makinig, ako mas gustong gusto pinipigil ko lang.."&lt;br&gt;gustong song ni tin sa the corrs, "so i listen to the RADIO and all the wongs we used to know.."&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-7319092585812768371?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/7319092585812768371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=7319092585812768371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7319092585812768371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7319092585812768371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2009/01/emo-ni-tin.html' title='emo ni tin'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-3449129281981818994</id><published>2009-01-25T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:01:04.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling apart...</title><content type='html'>this is pretty random, so bear with me..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I give up. I've been brooding over my uber low grades, crappy writing, and numerous counts of tardiness, so last night (no, actually last last night) I decided that i give up. i don't want to exert any real effort for my academic responsibilities anymore. i think i'm sick of school already, I just want to hang-out with friends in school everyday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;or maybe, all this hype is just brought by the fact that in less than two months, I'm free from all this! the excitement is killing me, as well as the upcoming thesis defense is killing me. we're having mr salandanan and ms montanez as our panelists, need i say more? if it had been papa chan, i'd rather just stand there and look at him wreck our thesis hahaha (as long as he don't ask us to start from scratch)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, i stumbled upon this article that says "you are not worthless if you don't get good grades and that getting bored is hardly any way to learn anything" and most importantly, "even if you hate school, YOU ARE PERFECTLY SANE." everything i needed to hear.err.read..whatever..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm back to my higschool ways!! woot woot! FUN! back in highschool, I'd come to class with nothing but my packed lunch, jug of ice cold water, and "chinese garter". until now, i can't fathom how i made it through those four tormenting years. honestly, i don't think i learned a thing in higschool although i was always in the second top section haha, i believe that what made me pass highschool was instinct, common sense, and pure luck.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i made huge adjustments when i stepped to college and now that i'm on my last year, I say enough of the pretense. I'll just have fun! haha i'm on a roll (until my parents discover that my grades are changing dramatically, will sure get some verbal spanking, oh well I'm used to it.)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-3449129281981818994?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/3449129281981818994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=3449129281981818994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3449129281981818994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3449129281981818994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2009/01/falling-apart.html' title='falling apart...'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-2047061527888362842</id><published>2009-01-08T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:15:15.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what am i to you, tell me darling true..to me you are the sea, vast as you can be and deeper shade of blue.. when you're feeling low, to whom else do you go? see i'll cry if you're hurt, i'll give you my last shirt because i love you so.. - norah jones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grabbed from Jowin hahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Put your iTunes on shuffle. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS 4. Tag at least 10 friends who might enjoy doing the game as well as the person you got the note from.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  i can't make you love me - bonnie raitt (wth?!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? &lt;/b&gt;the nearness of you - norah jones (no way, ang cheesy ko naman kung ito haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  same direction - hoobastank (ano lalake din ang type niya? OMG!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  I'm Done  - pussycat dolls (pwede? haha)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  bodies  - drowning pool (ha walang kwentang buhay to hehe)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  sexy can I - ray j feat young berg (ang halay naman)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7) WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  scar tissue - red hot chili peppers (with birds i share this lonely view..huwaw loner? hehe)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  i'm a slave for you - britney (utang na loob naman...)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9) WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt; wake up  -rage against the machine haha ewan ko n tlga&lt;br&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?  &lt;/b&gt;last resort  - papa roach (haha hindi naman s last resort grabe hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? &lt;/b&gt;look after you - the fray (ahhhh favorite song ever!! pero hinde rin hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? &lt;/b&gt;out of control - hoobastank (so ironic haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? &lt;/b&gt;vermillion  - slipknot (i'm not real haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  - my violent heart - nine inch nails (ang halay tlga)&lt;br&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? &lt;/b&gt;dig - mudvayne (kamusta naman sa sayawan yan haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;16) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  -  judith - perfect circle (ano b yan yung blasphemous p na kanta baka di ako papasukin ni san pedro)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? &lt;/b&gt;crush - paramore (hobby n pla ang magka-crush hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  hishoku no sora - shakugan no shana (o soxal seceret nga chinese eh kahit ako di ko maintindihan haha)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? &lt;/b&gt;fire starter - prodigy hahahaha pwedeng pwede!!!! so far ito pinaka tumama haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20) WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? &lt;/b&gt;ocean avenue - yellowcard (aba malay ko)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21) HOW WILL YOU DIE? &lt;/b&gt;killing in the name of - rage against the machine (baka magiging guerilla ako s kabundukan at mapapatay s engkwentro..ay scary haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22) WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;   bitch - sevendust (f.y.i tungkol s bitterness ito..soo pwede na haha)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23) WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? &lt;/b&gt;piece of me  - britney spears ??? X_X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24) WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  - got thr life - korn ... no comment na walang wala eh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25) WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  - come clean - hillary duff (xet nalaman nio na meron ako nito s playlist haha)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26) WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? &lt;/b&gt;call me when you're sober  - evanescence (awwww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;27) DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? &lt;/b&gt;passive - a perfect circle (tungkol to s enemy, so baka walang may gusto sakin lahat sila kaaway ako haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;28) IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt; - miss you love - silverchair (may ganung factor)&lt;b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;29) WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  - get me bodied - beyonce? (isang higanteng question mark)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;30) WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS NOTE AS? &lt;/b&gt;what am i to you  -norah jones haha catchy pwede hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-2047061527888362842?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/2047061527888362842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=2047061527888362842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2047061527888362842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2047061527888362842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-am-i-to-you.html' title='what am i to you?'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-233139091388674466</id><published>2009-01-07T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:51:42.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ambiguity of the D</title><content type='html'>I've been encountering different faces of death this past few days..you can either put it in the literal context or something else. Because that's how vague the word death is. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;if death means the substantial extinction of life then it could either be the process or the end itself. I've been dealing with such lately, some I can tell, mostly I can't. I'm thinking of saving things from dying right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, I'm grooving to Kat de Luna's Whine up as of typing time which isn't inspiring in any way for this entry. ok that's 5 mins. (or 10 if you're a slow reader or if you have a bad connection) of your time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort" stranger than fiction (i know.. i know.. fave movie okay..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s. psyche i pray that you go to heaven even if i don't know what caused your death. &lt;br&gt;p.s.s. sarah, i'm sorry your hamster died last night, don't worry i made her a nice and comfy coffin and dad burried her in our plant box. ;(&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-233139091388674466?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/233139091388674466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=233139091388674466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/233139091388674466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/233139091388674466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2009/01/ambiguity-of-d.html' title='ambiguity of the D'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-1821390692853952670</id><published>2008-12-29T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:01:34.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>business of saving lives</title><content type='html'>The business of saving lives is to not make it a business. That's how it should go as far as I know but I guess I'm mistaken.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two days after Christmas, someone came to our house. He was looking for my mom and dad though my parents can't recognize him. so I stepped out and knew right away who he is. He was one of our carpenters back then when we had the house renovated several years ago. It's been ages since we last saw him and he has aged a lot already.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were absolutely clueless as to why he suddenly decided to pay us a visit. upon stepping inside, he told my dad right away that his daughter is ill in the hospital with Dengue (well you know dengue can be fatal) and is in urgent need of blood transfusion. unfortunately, mr. carpenter do not have P1,500 for it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His daughter was hours away from death. the doctor already gave an ultimatum. yes, you guessed it he took the slim chance of going all the way from San Lazaro hospital, situated somewhere in Manila, to our "far-off" place here in Caloocan just to see if he can ask for any amount of money for his daughter's blood transfusion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How he reacted upon getting hand of the bill was worth too many words. according to him the doctor said the transfusion should be done by 3 p.m., when he came to our house it was already 5 in the afternoon which makes me wonder how long have he been going from one house to another just to get the needed amount.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it was heartbreakingly sad but all we can do is hope and pray that he gets there on time. he hurried off, walking briskly almost like running.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what pissed me was the idea that the doctor, or the hospital in general, would guilt-free let one life pass just for a measly P1,500 that is most likely just a very small percent of their salary or profit or whatsoever! could they just get over with the transfusion and worry about the payment afterward? or they are just thrilled by the fact that some people are near breaking down with the thought of being responsible for the life and death situation of somebody?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that's heartless of them. to save lives is their core principle! unfortunately, money is making the world go round when it should have been love (err that didn't come from me , the Powerpuff girls said so)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-1821390692853952670?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/1821390692853952670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=1821390692853952670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1821390692853952670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1821390692853952670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/12/business-of-saving-lives.html' title='business of saving lives'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-7622028873731555140</id><published>2008-12-07T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:16:47.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakakatawa lang..</title><content type='html'>naalala ko lang bigla hahaha..nung pauwi from ust last saturday, mga quarter to 11 p.m. na un...&lt;br&gt;nakasakay ako sa fx habang naka-loop sa playlist ko ang crush ng paramore... so antok na ako nun, medyo..napikit ako..pagpikit ko nanaginip kagad ako.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kung dati bigla akong napapatalon sa kinauupuan ko, iba na ngayon hehe..in fairness this time di ko naman nabulabog yung fx driver unlike the other times. so ayun na nga, nanaginip ako ng kfc french fries. o soxal diba? kasi naman puro gulay handa nung ustetika nagutom ako, kaya siguro ganun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nanaginip ako ng french fries tapos hawak ng kung sino (di ko maalala kung sino), sinubo daw sakin kaya nag-bite ako hahaha syet ginawa ko pala talaga sa totoong buhay, nahuli ko yung sarili kong kumagat sa hangin haha.. na-disturb siguro yung katabi ko, enewei ok lang lola naman na siya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tapos sa jeep pauwi, nakasabay ko yung lower batch kong kakilala sa highschool. di ko siya pinansin kasi wala lang. ayun bago ako bumaba ng jeep umeksena muna ako. natisod/ tinisod ako nung ate na katabi ko muntik ko tuloy tikman yung sahig nung jeep. pero nakakahiya pa rin. sana di ko na siya makita ever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ayun lang. pasenya na andaming post, di kasi ako makatulog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s. patay na ang former crush kong si marky cielo. sa lahat ng nang-away sa crush ko (read: jc, tina, joseinne, nikka) ma-konsensya kayo magaling sumayaw yun. ;p&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-7622028873731555140?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/7622028873731555140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=7622028873731555140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7622028873731555140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7622028873731555140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/12/nakakatawa-lang.html' title='nakakatawa lang..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-5829225779838864226</id><published>2008-12-06T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:00:09.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recap</title><content type='html'>  The past few weeks of my life has not been anything but liberating.it's been a month and something since the second semester started and I think this has been the most memorable semester in my whole college life. aba dapat lang, always save the best for last.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd skip class if don't feel like going; I'd leave the house 30 minutes before the start of my first class, considering the distance to ust; and i don't bother recite duing classes. at first i thought things are sooo messed up but i realized that it was actually fun to be this carefree! after all, i'm not getting that much coveted cum laude. not as if i'm dying to get it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;everyday was like a laughtrip and the pessimist in me tells me this isn't going to last.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, the gawad ustetika awards night was held last saturday. i don't think i did anything useful that night. i just dressed up and tried sooo hard to act like a lady at least, but i still ended up like, well as usual.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we're currently doing the Varsitarian's 7th ish and I'm assigned to write for the inspirational reflections column. i'm finidng this very hard because i think it is easier to write from the third person point of view, something that does not concern you personally. so there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as of now, we are like weeks away from finishing our thesis. i hope it'd be good enough for the panelists. i just pray i don't get stage fright and be dumbfounded on the day of our defense.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;class retreat at caleruega.. seriously, i've already attended three retreats this year. I might get past heaven.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's 3:40 a.m. and i'm still wide awake. i can't get myself to sleep because i slept the whole day. if you found this entry really crappy and "so what?" it's ok, because i'm thinking the same thing. i don't even know how to end this..hmm..maybe with a period, just like this.&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-5829225779838864226?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/5829225779838864226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=5829225779838864226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5829225779838864226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5829225779838864226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/12/recap.html' title='recap'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-257181259791021660</id><published>2008-12-06T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:45:04.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposedly HK gone homily</title><content type='html'>Ito ang aking naudlot na HK. minsan na nga lang ako mag-Hk flop pa yung una. according to mr. managing editor: didactic, show don't tell. at ang pinakapaborito kong "Let's Talk." bakit ba ang hilig ng editors sa Let's talk ayoko ng talk eh hehe. anyway, according to roman: walang concrete na detail. ok so homily nga ang labas, since ayoko naman dumerecho lang sa recycle bin eh share ko nalang sa inyo malay niyo ma-inspire kayo. ;p (asa. . . .)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Thanks be to God for his gift that is too wonderful for words” 2 Corinthians 9:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PEOPLE celebrate their Christmas in their own different ways, whether they keep it low key or extravagantly, but the gift-giving part is one thing that is always on the list. Unfortunately, most people only look forward to the celebration because of the gifts, although gift-giving is not solely of materialistic intents. It is also a way of letting people know how much they mean to you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;During my sophomore year in college, I and my friends were into this small-time business of selling handmade accessories. We made profit, fair enough for the quality of our goods. I managed to save up my meager earnings then so that I can buy gifts for my family for Christmas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First of all, saving money has never been easy for me so I valued my scanty savings much. I deliberately left them untouched on the corner of my closet, to keep me from the temptation of spending it on something else other than its purpose; which is gifts for my family. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally Christmas drew near and I started stalking malls for the perfect gifts. I made sure not to purchase impulsively. I have to see to it that my hard earned money gets its worth. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After going through all the hassles and the troubles to give such gifts, I realized that I did it not because it is sort of an obligation to do so. I did it because I want to give something special to those people whom I consider extra-special. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Neither exhaustion nor money spent can replace the happiness brought by the fulfillment of letting these people know how much you love and value them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It dawned upon me that this is similar to God’s love for us. He took extra measure to give us the best and the beautiful, just like the splendor of the world that we live in. He was more than willing to go through the trouble of putting stars in the skies or creating delicate waterfalls. He even gave us his only son.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That is how God shows that we are precious to him despite our shortcomings, and I think this is something that is taken for granted by many people; something that we fail to see in the spirit of Christmas. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No wonder people seem to be more jaded than before thinking that Christmas will be as uneventful as their other Christmases.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We should not overlook the fact that Christmas is beyond the lovely wrapped boxes but a time to recognize the gifts that God has given us all throughout the year, everyday of our lives.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So on the next sunrise that I wake up to, I’ll thank God for his love that He has given me the gift of another day to live and love, whether it is Christmas or just any other day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine Joyce S. Placino ###&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-257181259791021660?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/257181259791021660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=257181259791021660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/257181259791021660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/257181259791021660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/12/supposedly-hk-gone-homily.html' title='Supposedly HK gone homily'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8507630066420525958</id><published>2008-12-04T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:51:42.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackmail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;tina pag inaway mo ako lalabas to sa mundo.... wahahahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/STgYGQoKCm0AADJrln41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STgYGQoKCm0AADJrln41/teaser2.JPG?et=yQDbWJauStYCX8YbEFkkgA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/STgYfgoKCm0AADVEDd41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STgYfgoKCm0AADVEDd41/teaser4.JPG?et=%2CP5b7SZd1yAb8ZipiEQ2jw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cge lang magiging for everyone toh....&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8507630066420525958?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8507630066420525958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8507630066420525958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8507630066420525958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8507630066420525958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/12/blackmail.html' title='blackmail'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-2308314968709235587</id><published>2008-11-29T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:16:37.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>varsi peeps read...</title><content type='html'>here are the links..nakakahiya na nakakainis na ewan ko..mixed emotions..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://mikosamson.blogspot.com/2008/11/quibbles-qualms-and-intellectual.html&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://beabautista.wordpress.com/2008/11/22/400-years-of-existence-is-nothing-to-150-years-of-excellence/?referer=sphere_related_content/&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://beabautista.wordpress.com/2008/11/27/the-only-time-were-anti-poor-is-when-we-disparage/&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-2308314968709235587?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/2308314968709235587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=2308314968709235587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2308314968709235587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2308314968709235587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/11/varsi-peeps-read.html' title='varsi peeps read...'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8889947344140537453</id><published>2008-11-16T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:46:18.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nailed it!</title><content type='html'>i got envious. 'nuff said.&lt;br&gt;can this program read my mind? my personality analysis was short and sweet.(or not)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------- ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You want to be regarded as an exciting and interesting personality able to persuade others to comply with your beliefs and ideas&lt;/span&gt;. You are charming and able to influence other people who come into your sphere of influence. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You like mental stimulation and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are the sort of person who is prepared to 'try anything once'. &lt;/span&gt;Your confidence is so much so that others are often swept away by your enthusiasm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For some time now you have been feeling rather insecure.&lt;/span&gt; You are looking for - and needing - an environment that can offer you roots, stability and a position that will relieve you of excess tension and stress.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You feel truly deprived - not getting your fair share, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you have accepted the fact that that is the way things are at this time and that it is prudent to let matters slide and not hit your head against the wall -so conform and agree for a while. Accept the situation - nothing can last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It would seem that an existing situation or relationship is unsatisfactory and you feel that there is little that you can do about it without 'some help from your friends', &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;but you have no desire to show the world how vulnerable you really are and therefore you consider it inadvisable to display affection or be over demonstrative. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You regard this particular relationship as a depressing tie and although you would like to be independent and unhampered, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you don't want to run the risk of losing anything. &lt;/span&gt;All this leads you to react 'touchily' and with impatience, while the urge to 'get away from it all' results in considerable restlessness and stress. Your ability to concentrate may suffer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't like conflict and you endeavor to avoid criticism&lt;/span&gt;. You want to do your own thing and to be able to decide what is right for you. You have considerable personable charm - and this is used with considerable effect on those that keep your company.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8889947344140537453?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8889947344140537453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8889947344140537453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8889947344140537453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8889947344140537453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/11/nailed-it.html' title='nailed it!'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-1357023303907771744</id><published>2008-11-15T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:38:43.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one crazy day...</title><content type='html'>How do you mend a friend's broken heart? first, you go crazy with her as if you're drunk. second, eat and stroll with her aimlessly the whole day!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;disclaimer: don't expect sense in this entry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as our barkada's (7 deadly sins) shock absorber (with my friends being a bunch of emotional vampires), i was sort of obliged to keep her distracted today. hehe..&lt;br&gt;(teka mas may impact to pag tagalog..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;how it all started. . . we we're dismissed an hour early in class so we decided to head off on our own ways. i was REALLY ABOUT TO GO HOME, unfortunately I couldn't get a ride so i texted tina (anger) about it and she told me to grab a hot choco in Dunkin' Donuts at Morayta, so I did. so nagsimula ang trip namin sa tugtog ng Soulja Boy! the beats played on, i bopped my head along and tina said i was embarassing her. tapos sumayaw ako ng may talon talon &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kaya nagkahamunan ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pahiyaan.&lt;/span&gt; mas walanghiya mas maganda. ayun nagwala wala kami ng slight sa counter at umupo sa tabi para kumain. tapos yung cup holder nung hot chocolate ginawa naming shades! cool! lumabas kami sa store na may shades na karton ng dunkin' D. ang saya mukha kaming tanga! ;p tapos ginawa din naming mask! it's a wonder how you can make so many uses out of it! pero ang ending eh naging baller na lang siya hanggang sa mamasyal kami sa morayta.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tinatamad kasi umuwi kaya auun libot libot. tapos naalala ko na lagi niya ako pinipilit pumunta sa Isetann (a place i never knew of until today). so pumunta kami, in fairness scary ng mall na yun, grepa kahit sa loob haha. kumain kami ng chichirya at popcorn. so ayun may hinanap kaming tao na WALA doon. disappointing talaga at sumakit lang ang paa ko. since disappointed kami at ayun broken hearted na nga yung isang bata, binili niya ako ng headband na sparkling pink! (segue lang) eh since soobrang sad na niya di ko alam kung pano i-handle i started calling LUST and ENVY. si envy pagod, si lust sakto nasa quiapo na so nagkita kami.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nagkita kita kami at kumain si lust sa chowking. tapos naglibot uli habnag may plastik sa bibig o kaya sa mata at nag VIDEOKE! woohooo kadiri yung videokehan..parang magkaka-aids ka pag umupo ka sa upuan. ambaho soobra. enewei kumanta kami ng cool songs with matching high notes! kinanta ko "Laging Naroon ka" si tina "Shalala" na kapos na kapos sa lyrics kaya mejo inantok kami. si seng panalo "Luha" mejo napaos kami kakakanta nung Luha pero 99 ang score ni lust asteeeeg! ayun so di na kami makahinga kakatawa ng biglang... ayaw bumukas ng sliding door. ika nga sa resident evil "the door won't budge" putek auko mamatay stuck in that filthy room... di pa namin mahila maayos kasi tawang tawa kami.. hay naku grabe what a day talaga..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;eto ang tinatawag kong bulakbol...enewei first time ko sa isetann ngayon, first time ko sa quiapo noon kasama ko si king, tpos first time ko sa divisoria kasama ko si seng! eto ang mga panalong lugar sa pilipinas hehe babalik ako i swear! ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mahaba na to pero gusto ko pa dumaldal.. kahapon nagadventure ako kasi na lock ko nga ang bahay so mega akyat akyat ako sa mga bakod in high heels and blue uniform skirt tapos minsan na nga lang ako sumakay ng bus papasok nabangga pa ang putek.. ayun wala lang action-packed..&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-1357023303907771744?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/1357023303907771744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=1357023303907771744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1357023303907771744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1357023303907771744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-crazy-day.html' title='one crazy day...'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-1418982965740770943</id><published>2008-11-13T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:09.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>walang kwentang post</title><content type='html'>gusto kong mag-post ng napaka-walang kwentang entry ngayon. una sa lahat, hindi naman ako preacher o teacher, kaya wala ka talagang matututunan sa mga pinagsususulat ko. 'pag binasa mo 'to, maiintindihan kita... wala ka ring magawa sa buhay mo ngayon ano? marami kang gustong i-post, pero tinatamad ka rin ba kagaya ako? or you just can't put them into words?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gusto ko lang mag-post kasi masarap umepal ngayon. ilang minuto na lang, 2 a.m. na. kung sana lang hindi na ako nag-post ng ganitong kawalang-kwentang post, e di sana naumpisahan ko na yung entry na gusto ko talagang i-post. sana rin hindi ka na nagababasa ng napakawalang-kwentang entry na 'to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero bakit binabasa mo pa rin? jologs 'tong ginagawa ko, men. parang yung mga walang kakwena-kwentang comments sa friendster na "hi, maikli lang 'to. kakamustahin lang sana kita, pero busy ka yata kaya naisip ko, hindi na lang, ayoko sanang maka-istorbo, pero sana kahit papaano ay na-appreciate mo yung pangungumusta ko. ano, kumusta ka na? yada, yada, yada" at yung notorious na classic testi na "eto ang pinaka-walang kwentang testi, blah blah, blah." i'm sure binasa mo 'yung mga 'yun, at sa dinami-dami ng pwedeng basahin, isa 'yun sa mga natapos mo. e bakit nga ba? sino bang may sabi na dapat lahat ng post e may kwenta? bawal bang magsulat ng hindi pinag-iisipan? bobo ka na ba once makita ng tao yung side mo na napaka-walang kwenta? and on top of it, dapat bang laging maganda ang i-project mo sa mga tao? ang hirap mag-edit ng sarili. 'wag kang plastik. mas masaya pa rin maging jologs. chillax lang...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kung ang tao nga minsan salita na lang nang salita, wala namang kwenta yung sinasabi eh. may natututunan ka ba sa kanila? yung mga prof mo, minsan, dakdak lang nang dakdak, may naiintindihan ka ba? wala naman diba? baka rin kasi minsan, ayaw mo lang talagang tanggapin ang mga naririnig mo. tunog lang naman 'yang mga 'yan eh. lilipas rin sila. wala pa 'kong alam na pagkahaba-habang salita na lumampas ng three seconds 'pag binigkas. oo na, sige na. supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. walang three seconds diba? ano pa? 'wag kang pilosopo. i'm not talking about compound words. yung mga isahan lang. nosebleed eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero hindi naman lahat ng nakakausap mong walang kwentang magsalita ay senseless. masarap lang talaga minsan kumawala. dapat ba lahat ng stories ay happy or sad ending at may lesson? e paano kung sa gitna pa lang ng kwento e bigla na lang natapos at hindi mo na alam kung ano nang nangyari? nag-brown out kumbaga, o sadyang walang kwenta lang ang plot. bitin diba? kahit sa totoong buhay may ganyan. hindi rin 'yung mga kasing predictable ng mga pelikulang pinoy na naka-template na. iniiba na lang yung love team at yung setting, e pwede mo nang hulaan yung ending. yayaman ang inaapi. masusunog/masasagasaan/mababaril/masasabugan, at eventually, mamamatay na kunwari ang kontrabida, pero hindi pala. buhay pa pala siya. pero magwawagi pa rin ang bida. bida 'yun eh! e bakit 'yun may nanonood pa rin? at bakit sa mga ganito ay may nagbabasa pa rin? see?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;salamat nga pala ah... :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-mas wala akong kwenta kasi kay tin tong post na to eh..huy tin pansinin mo naman ako mababaliw na ako dito huhu..penge naman valium! need to sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-1418982965740770943?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/1418982965740770943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=1418982965740770943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1418982965740770943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1418982965740770943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/11/walang-kwentang-post.html' title='walang kwentang post'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-1383852962988058061</id><published>2008-11-13T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:51:39.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grease (jrn onli hehe)</title><content type='html'>hehe as usual di ako makatulog kaya eto...pinapanood ko ang grease play natin...at soobrang sakit na ng tiyan ko kakatawa... haha bumubulong pa si jmee sa camera "bakit ganyan yung lights?" haha tpos yung grease lightning panalo talaga...hahaha.. at ang tigas talaga ng katawan ni djosa hahahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;haha nung kiss part natawa yung audience natawa din si djosa hahaha.. at ang napakahabang awkaward moment of darkness and silence..at si iris na nagsingit ng props haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yesssss ang sexay ni rizzo..whoot whoot! (eew that's the pregnant girl - lame line hahahaha)&lt;br&gt;kung stressed kayo panoorin niyo.garantisado haha nakakatawa haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-1383852962988058061?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/1383852962988058061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=1383852962988058061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1383852962988058061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1383852962988058061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/11/grease-jrn-onli-hehe.html' title='Grease (jrn onli hehe)'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-5141543711812957876</id><published>2008-11-05T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:10:32.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun signs, compatibility and lotsa b.s.</title><content type='html'>This is probably my last entry before I take a hiatus on "multiply-ing" since school will officially start tomorrow. add to that that tomorrow's schedule is sooo exciting! read: catholic journalism and the lulling voice of the investigative jrn prof.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, we happen to scratch the surface of the topic "Zodiac signs" and it is by far the most decent thing i can think of as the subject of my entry. i googled on the personality traits of a particular sign and tried to decipher how two poles meet!  sounds fun noh? hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;here are SB's signs:&lt;br&gt;joyce: Taurus&lt;br&gt;nikka: Taurus&lt;br&gt;Tina: Pisces&lt;br&gt;Ate B: Pisces&lt;br&gt;Joseinne: Cancer&lt;br&gt;Jaycee: Leo&lt;br&gt;boylet?: Scorpio&lt;br&gt;. . . &lt;br&gt;(ay si djosa pa pala haha joke) Djosa: Cancer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(first stop, me and nikkam)&lt;br&gt;&lt;table summary="Personality traits of the 12 sun zodiac signs" width="565" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Taurus 		&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td&gt;Patient and reliable&lt;br&gt;Warmhearted and loving&lt;br&gt;Persistent and determined&lt;br&gt;Placid and security loving&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 		&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td&gt;Jealous and possessive&lt;br&gt;Resentful and inflexible&lt;br&gt;Self-indulgent and greedy&lt;br&gt;stubborn&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;-&gt; grabe tumpak toh, it's sooo me! kaya pala hindi kami magkaintindihan ni nikka, parehas kami stubborn so walang gusto magpatalo haha since we're both resentful malamang ma-pride din kami parehas hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(me and Tina and Ate B)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Taurus see above..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table summary="Personality traits of the 12 sun zodiac signs" width="565" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pisces 		&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td&gt;Imaginative and sensitive&lt;br&gt;Compassionate and kind&lt;br&gt;Selfless and unworldly&lt;br&gt;Intuitive and sympathetic&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 		&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td&gt; 		Escapist and idealistic&lt;br&gt;Secretive and vague&lt;br&gt;Weak-willed and easily led &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;-&gt; haha si tin nga to at c justine imaginative, mahilig parehas sa poetry hehe. escapist that's tin (gusto lagi lumayas haha) secretive hmm ate B..both easily led.dahil selfless daw kayo at self-indulgent ako magkakasundo tayo??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(me and seng and djosa)&lt;br&gt;&lt;table summary="Personality traits of the 12 sun zodiac signs" width="565" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cancer 		&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td&gt;Emotional and loving&lt;br&gt;Intuitive and imaginative&lt;br&gt;Shrewd and cautious&lt;br&gt;Protective and sympathetic&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 		&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td&gt; Changeable and moody&lt;br&gt;Overemotional and touchy&lt;br&gt;Clinging and unable to let go 		&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;-&gt;haha senti people!! changeable and moody yep i agree.. overemotional and touchy si mrs. akeem yan!! hehe, remember, "pakyu all guys!" clinging and unable to let go..ahem..ms ignacio..teka overemotional din si seng! know why we jive? kasi i'm warmhearted, loving, persistent, and placid that i can keep up with you guys who happen to have major mood swings and a bunch of rants in your pockets peace ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(me and mudra jaycee)&lt;br&gt;&lt;table summary="Personality traits of the 12 sun zodiac signs" width="565" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Leo 		&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td&gt;Generous and warmhearted&lt;br&gt;Creative and enthusiastic&lt;br&gt;Broad-minded and expansive&lt;br&gt;Faithful and loving&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 		&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td&gt;Pompous and patronizing&lt;br&gt;Bossy and interfering&lt;br&gt;Dogmatic and intolerant 		&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;-&gt; yuh broad minded si jc kaya masarap kwentuhan ng mga hinanakit at ng mga kung ano pang ka-chekahan..bossy siya but hey it works most of the time especially in group projects haha..pompous.ahmm dogmatic daw? intolerant pero madalas no choice kundi i tolerate ang shortcomings namin awww haha.. hmm why we jive..ewan basta we do (screw this thing hehe)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(me and boylet)&lt;br&gt;&lt;table summary="Personality traits of the 12 sun zodiac signs" width="565" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Scorpio 		&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td&gt;Determined and forceful&lt;br&gt;Emotional and intuitive&lt;br&gt;Powerful and passionate&lt;br&gt;Exciting and magnetic&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 		&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td&gt;Jealous and resentful&lt;br&gt;Compulsive and obsessive&lt;br&gt;Secretive and obstinate 		&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;-&gt;determined? sa kalokohan. exciting? oo puro kasi kalokohan alam or yun lang tlga laman ng utak haha. jealous siya jealous din ako so wala na kaagad hmm.. obstinate siya stubborn ako..ok so hindi talaga compatible.. who cares! haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pasensya na wala talaga ako maisip na matino. got high with Nitz' Peaches and cream.. going nutty sugar high haha..ok tutulog na ako..still have class tom.aga 1p.m. hirap gumising.. ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-5141543711812957876?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/5141543711812957876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=5141543711812957876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5141543711812957876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5141543711812957876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/11/sun-signs-compatibility-and-lotsa-bs.html' title='Sun signs, compatibility and lotsa b.s.'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8661805226507417784</id><published>2008-11-03T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:39:03.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly...silly (rigmarole)</title><content type='html'>If we’d transcend from the foundations that we’ve been holding on to, we’d realize that they are actually illogical and well, plain silly. We humans do hang on to stuff that don’t really make sense. Let alone our superstitions etc., take for example nationalism wherein we make bonds with people merely because of common geographic reasons. To think that we don’t even have interpersonal relationships with these people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even religion in that matter. We hold on to these structures that underlie our society without even knowing if someone just woke up one morning and decided to create a religion. In Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle, Bokononism was born out of a lie. No one really holds the truth, no one can know what is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But that is Vonnegut, he thinks the world is meaningless and that everything about existence is absurd. I think it’s a matter of perspective because we are set to live our own lives and it doesn’t matter if we choose to live the lie, as Vonnegut sees it, or life. Like choosing faith despite gushes of doubt once in a while.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After all the quest for truth is unattainable in a lifetime, so why sulk in the unending quest for the cat’s cradle? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;newton hoenikker: No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X's . . . No damn cat, no damn cradle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If existence is absurd then let’s just live the lie, they don’t hurt most of the time. Let’s ask questions that have no answers. Who is John Galt? (introduction to Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(I wanted to make a review of Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut but found it tedious so this is all that I can produce for the time being. Anyway, I’m currently reading Atlas Shrugged and trying (really) hard to finish it.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8661805226507417784?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8661805226507417784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8661805226507417784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8661805226507417784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8661805226507417784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/11/sillysilly-rigmarole.html' title='silly...silly (rigmarole)'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-777143758555947419</id><published>2008-11-02T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:21:16.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANG 21 UTOS NI BOB ONG SA PAG-IBIG</title><content type='html'>hindi na ako fan ni bob ong kasi naging mainstream na siya..and admit it naging boring na yung succeeding books niya..enewei nakaw ko lang to nakakatawa eh hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. "Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka niya." &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. "Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. "Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. "Huwag na huwag kang hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. "Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin." &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. "Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. "Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. "Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. "Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na hindi mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. "Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo ung pangalawa. Kasi hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba kung mahal mo talaga ung una." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. "Hindi porke't madalas mong ka-chat, kausap sa telepono, kasama sa mga lakad o ka-text ng wantusawa eh may gusto sayo at magkakatuluyan kayo. Meron lang talagang mga taong sadyang friendly, sweet, flirt, malandi, pa-fall o paasa." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. "Huwag magmadali sa babae o lalaki. Tatlo, lima, sampung taon, mag-iiba ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong hindi pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang maganda o nakakalibog ito. Totoong mas mahalaga ang kalooban ng tao higit sa anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan nagmumukha ding pandesal, maniwala ka." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. "Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa rin maghintay, kasi hindi ikaw ang priority."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. "Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw ung bida sa script na pinili niya."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. "Alam mo ba kung gaano kalayo ang pagitan ng dalawang tao pag nagtalikuran na sila? Kailangan mong libutin ang buong mundo para lang makaharap ulit ang taong tinalikuran mo." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. "Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. "Hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohanan, at hindi lahat ng hindi mo kayang intindihin ay kasinungalingan." &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. "Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, huwag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lang yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo.&lt;br&gt;Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit?&lt;br&gt;Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. "Pakawalan mo ung mga bagay na nakakasakit sayo kahit na pinasasaya ka nito. Wag mong hintayin ang araw na sakit na lang ang nararamdaman mo at iniwan ka na ng kasiyahan mo."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. "Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang mga taong malalapit sayo. Gamitin ang utak para alagaan ang sarili mo." &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21. "Ang pag-ibig parang imburnal...nakakatakot mahulog...at kapag nahulog ka, it's either by accident or talagang tanga ka. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-777143758555947419?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/777143758555947419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=777143758555947419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/777143758555947419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/777143758555947419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/11/ang-21-utos-ni-bob-ong-sa-pag-ibig.html' title='ANG 21 UTOS NI BOB ONG SA PAG-IBIG'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-3931557484217703592</id><published>2008-10-31T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:27:17.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halatang...</title><content type='html'>...bored ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;with joseinne successively posting about her "boylet rants," i managed to get back to one of tina's comments on my past post..hehe just realized how funny and true it is..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;here goes:&lt;br&gt;single excuse - "dahil tarantada ang mga kaibigan ko"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;eto 'yung mga laging nagdadalawang-isip kasi baka barubalin ng friends nya 'yung chever nya. hindi pa man nya boypren/girlpren, kung sakaling ipapakilala na nya, mag-iisip muna sya ng isandaang beses kung paano itatago ang humble na pagmumukha nito.&lt;br&gt;-tinapie (deadlynightshades)&lt;br&gt;_ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;on our reunion something something years from now, we'll have paper bags ready either for head masks or inevitable vomit. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-3931557484217703592?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/3931557484217703592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=3931557484217703592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3931557484217703592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3931557484217703592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/10/halatang.html' title='halatang...'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8288604795170019999</id><published>2008-10-31T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:02:51.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On getting out and going in...</title><content type='html'>... for the kill.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anticipation and apprehension are overwhelming me now that classes are about to resume a few days from now. I’m prepping up for the last semester of my college life, or the last few months I’ll ever spend as a student. Clearly, I have no plans of getting a masteral degree though I ironically love to be in school. Not for the academic drama but for the chilling-out moment with my friends. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway sembreak’s almost out but still haven’t savored it. This had been the busiest break I’ve ever had, to think that we weren’t even able to work on our thesis. Haaaay, ghad I’m no longer enthused with our study (and whether I like it or not, we have no choice but to pursue it. Besides, it’s too late to go back to square one). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m actually feeling a little sad, knowing that in a few months I’ll be out of school regardless of the hell weeks that we are all bound to encounter. After this we’ll be trying our luck in the real world and it’s kinda scaring me. I’m not sure if I’m fit to enter a world full of risks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then again, it’s my last semester and I want to make the best out of it since my whole college has been nothing but ordinary. Better spend more crazy moments and enlightening conversations with my friends. w-wait, why am I like making a goodbye note of some sort? Hehe I just can’t think of anything to talk about.&lt;br&gt;Have you ever felt that? When you want to talk about so many things, like when you’ve had so many experiences that you want to share but is too lazy to talk about them because you simply don’t know where to start? And you get anxious that you might miss out something? Well, I’m getting that a lot lately.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m excited over something that I’m not certain about. Isn’t that weird? Maybe I’m having back to school jitters! Hehe anyway I have to catch Zs now, have to leave early for the annual cemetery escapade tomorrow. Escapade?! Hehe &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Btw, we enrolled yesterday and for an undetermined reason, the three of us were scatter brains then with our thoughts flying off somewhere distant. We were so random we can’t even hold a conversation long enough on something specific . our speech were also slurred, as if we were drunk. Really weird hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s. you might want to watch pussycat dolls’ new single feat. Missy Elliott titled Whatcha think about that. Nicole’s hot tssssss plus as expected their routine's really good. ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s.s. about the title, going in for the kill..it was nothing just thought it looked cute. hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8288604795170019999?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8288604795170019999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8288604795170019999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8288604795170019999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8288604795170019999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-getting-out-and-going-in.html' title='On getting out and going in...'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-4676141005313682185</id><published>2008-10-15T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:45:12.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>signs that tell you it's sembreak already</title><content type='html'>1. you find yourself having much spare time to spend on checking your multiply inbox or all other network accounts (friendster,myspace etc.)&lt;br&gt;2. you log in to your yahoo messenger account only to find that there is barely an online contact. (probably because people are not logging in since they are not cramming on some due paper)&lt;br&gt;3. you logged in ym for no other reason but boredom.&lt;br&gt;4. you begin uploading stock photos that's been in slumber in your folders.&lt;br&gt;5. you start working solely on your thesis!!&lt;br&gt;6. you change your headshot (basically because this is the only time you have to waste on doing so)&lt;br&gt;7. you discover that tv programs have made so much progress in a short two or three month span by finding out that you are no longer familiar with the shows?!&lt;br&gt;8. you do not set your cellphone alarm in the morning&lt;br&gt;9. you're conditioning your mind that even if you messed up last semester, you will make up for it next semester&lt;br&gt;10. lastly, you're blogging about your boredom (like this)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;just to deviate from the recent posts all telling the same thing: that their sem was terrible and how thankful they are that they surpassed that hellish ride. i don't want to be redundunt, so there. ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;btw on graduating, here are some insights from councilor! hehe.. as jaycee puts it; thought provoking..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Well, the slackers in us would like to think that things will turn out well.  That's hope talking there.  Blind, stupid hope.  Hope in the slim chance that no matter how screwed up you might get, you'll pull through in the end. &lt;br&gt;-If in case you haven't noticed, there's no game of chance here.  There's no thing as "fate's own way with things."  There's only your hands to work with and your head to do the thinking. Only your own talents and skills to carve out that diploma that will ultimately be the gravestone to all your academic misery. &lt;br&gt;-Apparently, your head is in the wrong place.  It's been in booze land for the greater part of your college life, even during the last few months in high school.  And your hands?  Well, either they're in your pants scratching your nuts, or in someone else's, doing something they're not supposed to be doing.&lt;br&gt;-At the end of the day, the choice is yours.  Either, man it up and quit complaining, or just blow everything off and slack away your last semester, each week drunk and puking in some god-forsaken &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bar.&lt;br&gt;-Well, if everything still screws up, there's always that option to set an appointment with your professor and beg on your knees.  That's not so bad after all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that's it! i'll probably sleep again...and again... ironically, all this sleeping is beginning to be such a bore..&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-4676141005313682185?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/4676141005313682185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=4676141005313682185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/4676141005313682185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/4676141005313682185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/10/signs-that-tell-you-it-sembreak-already.html' title='signs that tell you it&amp;#39;s sembreak already'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-2159833513920663836</id><published>2008-10-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:38:36.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slumber party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm currently using joseinne's pc hehe..tina and I are staying over to supposedly do our thesis. yet, here we are munching on a hefty bunch of sodium and having the endless talks that we usually have. no one wants to start with the thesis because seng's printer isn't working; talk about bad timing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyway, today has been really great. we met djosa's boyfriend. period. we also spent hours at mcdonald's just laughing our hearts out. aww i love this day. next week would be hell week so i'm banking on happy days right now hehe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ok i got to go, better start revising that questionnaire while the two are still smoking outside. oh and they forgot to buy booze today, good thing. ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-2159833513920663836?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/2159833513920663836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=2159833513920663836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2159833513920663836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2159833513920663836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/10/slumber-party.html' title='slumber party'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-5648906404721457630</id><published>2008-09-28T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:14:23.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poseurs</title><content type='html'>why do people intentionally act or dress kooky so that they can be called weird? i know everyone want to stand out in the mundane crowd but if that goes as far as lying to yourself, pretending to be someone else you're not then that is just pathetic. one thing, people don't really care who you are. wala lang, just a thought because of some guy or animal nyehehehehe sorry, i'm bad... ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and if you are weird, i don't think you have to dress the look. and how can you call yourself weird? i think the label "weird" can only be perceived by the people around you. but then again they say, people recognize you with the things you want them to know about you and by that i mean just the things you'd want them to know about you. I'm not making sense am i? anyway, there are always slippages so true colors are bound to reveal themeselves eventually.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- - - - - - &lt;br&gt;waay ako mahambal. gusto ko tani mag-bisaya apang indi ako kabalo kung paano.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm about to meet some relatives on wednesday for the burial or cremation (i'm not really sure) of my dad's aunt. well, they'll be talking like this and i might end up dropping my jaw as time pass me by, not grasping anything at all. &lt;br&gt;ok enough of me-me again or else i'd get the same remark (girl, ily but idc ;p)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s. in case you have contact numbers of these two people Volt Contreras and Archbishop Angel Lagdameo, please let me know ASAP! i need all the help i can get hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s.s. after 19 years, i finally knew the correct spelling of professional pretenders. it is poseurs not posers hehe my 19 years was a lie haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-5648906404721457630?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/5648906404721457630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=5648906404721457630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5648906404721457630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5648906404721457630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/09/poseurs.html' title='poseurs'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-6250937188347164937</id><published>2008-09-22T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:09:55.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>few weeks left..</title><content type='html'>malapit na matapos ang pagpapanggap...(ang aral-aralan at pasok-pasukan) i go through this phase every semester, the literally-dragging-my-feet-to-school phase.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;maybe i should have titled this as the wane of inspiration instead because if there's one thing lacking right now, that is inspiration. oh, and motivation. I am decaying!! (wait that sounded so emo..which is so not me!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i wish i have a reason to do well in school. a reason to attend religiously classes with full attention or even just 80% of that attention. oftentimes, i just end up chatting the whole 3-hour class or doodling in my notebook and handouts. but of course studying to pay back for my parents' hardwork is a given, but I am guilty of being a selfish sloth sometimes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;admit it, you too are guilty of that crime. you know it's wrong to slack off and let your academic duties slip off but being that carefree is soooo distressful! "let's forget about school, FUN!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pardon my laments, but I'm just so freaking sick of the monotony of my life. i wish i have someone to stalk in friendster or multiply per se. ok this has been another boring and me-me post.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i am redundunt, i made a boring post on how boring life is getting. almost 1:30 a.m. and milk's still warm..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(p.s. jaycee, you done already? i'm just here.. hehe)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-6250937188347164937?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/6250937188347164937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=6250937188347164937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6250937188347164937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6250937188347164937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-weeks-left.html' title='few weeks left..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-3055508588606938801</id><published>2008-09-04T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:13:23.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para sa single..</title><content type='html'>haha kopya ko lang to, kasi..kasi...panalo eh hahaha.. di ko na ssbhin kung alin sa categories na yan ako hehe..ay sasabihin ko pala, yung busybee haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destiny Addict &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Ito 'yung mga taong hinihintay na gumawa ang tadhana ng paraan para pagtagpuin sila ng kanilang mga "soulmates" and whatever. Ayaw kumilos o kung ano pa dahil naniniwala siya na kung sino man 'yung talagang meant for him/her ay darating na lang bigla sa paraang maaaring hindi niya inaasahan--wow, parang Serendipity. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Dadating din 'yan. 'Wag kasing hanapin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfectionist &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Simula nung magkamalay ang taong ito, nakalista na ang mga bagay na gusto niya sa kanyang magiging boypren/girlpren. Kapag may nakilala siya at nakitang madumi ang kuko, magkadikit ang kilay, may butas sa ngipin, o parang penguin maglakad, wala na. Turn off na 'yun para sa kanya. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Ok na sana siya e. Kaya lang gusto ko 'yung ganito..."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busy Bee&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Pasensya na sila pero masyado kang maraming inaasikaso tulad ng libro, bolpen, papel at calculator. Umaalis ka ng 6 am sa bahay at umuuwi ng 7 ng gabi 'pag weekdays. Pagdating mo sa bahay, gagawa lang ng homework at matutulog na. Masaya ka nang makanood ng TV 'pag Sabado (at gumawa ulit ng homework). Sapat na sa'yo ang kumain sa labas kasama ang pamilya 'pag Linggo (at gumawa pa rin ng homework).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sorry. Wala akong time sa ganyan e&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend Forever version 1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Kunwari ka pa dyan. Alam mo namang gusto mo talaga 'yang best friend o special friend mo pero hindi mo lang sinasabi at pinapadama dahil ayaw mong masira ang pagkakaibigan niyong dalawa. 'Yung tipong 'pag may kasamang iba 'yung gusto mo, kunwari ka pang masaya ka para sa kanya pero sa totoo lang, gusto mo na malusaw na parang ice caps dahil sa Global Warming. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;u&gt;I'm so happy for you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;!" o "&lt;em&gt;Sayang naman 'yung pinagsamahan namin e&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend Forever version 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Wala tayong magagawa pero talagang malapit ka lang sa kabilang kasarian--pero bilang kaibigan lang. One-of-the-boys, ladies' man. Hindi ka naman homo o bi pero sadyang kaibigan lang ang tingin mo sa mga taong hindi mo kapareho ng chromosomes. Masaya ka nang nakaka-hang-out lang sila, nakakakwentuhan, niyayakap nang walang halong malisya. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;u&gt;"&lt;em&gt;May inuman ba mamaya&lt;/em&gt;?" (kung babae) o "&lt;em&gt;Hatid ko ba kayo mamaya&lt;/em&gt;?" (kung lalaki&lt;/u&gt;) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Born to be One &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Single-blessed ka at wala ka nang magagawa kung ganun. :) Nilikha ka siguro para maging mag-isa (pero syempre may pamilya at kaibigan ka naman, duh) hanggang tumanda ka na at ipadala sa Home for the Aged. Marami akong kakilalang mukhang ganito ang patutunguhan at hindi naman sila mga pangit o abnoy talaga. Minsan lang, masyado silang masungit. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mag-isa ako&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy-go-lucky &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;'Eto 'yung taong masaya na sa trip-trip lang at kung anu-anong mga happenings. Kahit sino na lang basta no strings attached. For fun lang at walang seryosohan please. Personally, ayoko nung mga ganito. Umaapaw lang siguro 'yung mga taong ganito sa L. Magbuhos ka nalang ng malamig na tubig sa iyong buong katawan at solb na 'yan. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm not ready to commit e, but I really like you." &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong Time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;'Eto naman 'yung mga laging idinadahilan na masyado pa silang bata o kaya masyado na silang matanda. May mga tao raw na ganyan, 'yung pakiramdam nila laging may tamang panahon para sa pag-ibig. Pero ang labo lang kasi tuwing may pagkakataon naman, lagi nilang naiisip na maling panahon pa iyon. Oo, wrong timing lagi ang pag-ibig para sa kanila kasi madalas sumasakto kung kelan meron silang board exams, problema sa pamilya, o long test kinabukasan. :)) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;We had the right love at the wrong time&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;.." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parent Trap &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Ayaw ni mama o ni papa na magkaboypren/girlpren ang kanilang unica hija/hijo kahit na 22 years old na ito at kumikita na ng sarili niyang pera. Kailangan daw magkaron ka muna ng isang strand ng puting buhok bago may makadalaw sa'yo sa bahay. O kaya, baka ikaw 'yung may problema dahil natatakot ka sa iisipin ng mga magulang mo tungkol sa taong iyong gusto. Baka kasi sabihin nila na masyado siyang bansot/ matangkad/ baboy/ payatot para sa'yo. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Baka kasi magalit si Papa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trauma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Dahil sa dami ng mga heartbreak na iyong nadama at emo songs na napakinggan mo na noon, sinumpa mo nang hindi ka magmamahal. Ayaw mo na. Sawa ka na sa paglalaslas ng pulso, este, sa paglalagay ng mga madramang stat message sa YM at pag-iyak ng balde-baldeng luha. Awwwww. &gt;:D&lt; Pwede rin namang masyado kang insecure sa sarili mo kaya hindi ka makapagmatapang na magventure into some love quest. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pagod na pagod na akong masaktan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" *hikbi* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ex-Lover Is (NOT) Dead &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Yikeeee. Mahal pa rin niya ang kanyang ex at hindi siya maka-get-over the person. Boo. Pilit pa ring inaalala ang mga tawanan, iyakan, at PDA moments nilang dalawa kahit 'yung ex niya ay nakikipag-(insert verb here) na sa ibang babae/lalaki. Sasabihin mong nakapag-move on ka na pero pag nagkwentuhan tungkol sa pag-ibig, tandadadaaaaan! Siya na naman naiisip mo. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm over him/her&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;/u&gt; *tapos iiyak bigla :))* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayaw &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Dalawa na namang kaso ito. Una, ayaw mo lang talaga magka-"someone". Hindi ko na pipilitin ungkatin 'yung dahilan pero may mga pagkakataon lang talaga na ayaw mo. Ikalawa naman, baka...ayaw kasi sa'yo nung gusto mo. And that's the shizzest thing ever! Pwedeng ayaw niya sa'yo dahil may girlpren/boypren siya, busy siya or whatever, o kaya ayaw ka lang niya talaga at wala ka nang magagawa kung ganun. :( &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayoko pa magkaboypren/girlpren e&lt;/em&gt;." o "&lt;em&gt;Hindi naman niya ako gusto&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-3055508588606938801?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/3055508588606938801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=3055508588606938801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3055508588606938801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3055508588606938801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/09/para-sa-single.html' title='para sa single..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-7668969524116085402</id><published>2008-09-01T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:29:22.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melange (long post on rants) part 2</title><content type='html'>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &lt;br&gt; (continuation...)&lt;br&gt; a message i would like to send out to all the mushy thomasians, "please just stick to the lover's lane, literally KEEP OFF THE (field) GRASS" and please don't ever do the star gazing and pointing stuff. makes me want to puke. now i remembered the car plate that says " BF NI PAU," ok i'll be back in a few seconds, i'll just throw-up.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - &lt;br&gt; along with the bastardaized revivals and tagalized crap comes wonderful renditions haha made my day at least. if you don't get the tune, i wonder where you have been all this time?!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; "soulja boy ang tatay ko, soulja boy ang nanay ko, superman ako! superman ako!"&lt;br&gt; "Impostora, di ako kumakanta, anak lang ako ni cuneta, wag ka ng umasa pa, impostora!" yeah ryt kc, this is how your song's lyrics should go.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; - - - - - - - - &lt;br&gt; for the sad part... kelly died. kelly is my less than a year-old hamster. yesterday, i discovered a lump that mysteriously grew on her chin. i surfed the net and found out that it was an abscess or tumor that hamsters are prone of. i would have sent her to the vet for an operation but it said in that website that they have a 70% chance of dying on the operation table. so why not take the other 30% chance of survival? let's just say I'm broke as of the time being, dirt poor. i prayed hard for the lump to miraculously disappear, but to no avail. i fed her through a syringe to keep her from dying of stravation. unfortunately, the relentless effort of keeping her clean, well-fed, and comfortable  did not pay off.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I came home tonight to find her lying as if asleep. she will be sleeping for an eternity. i haven't changed my uniform yet but i immediately made her a nice little carton coffin and buried her next to my favorite dog, agent manchy, who died last april after 8 years of companionship. i mourned her death and shed some tears but as they say, 12 minutes was all it'll took. KEEP MOVING FORWARD! i tended averie (the other hamster) and told her not to be sad. I'm afraid she'll sulk in loneliness and eventually leave me too.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; the other side of having and being too attached with pets/friends is that you have to accept that just like people, they too come and go.   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-7668969524116085402?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/7668969524116085402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=7668969524116085402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7668969524116085402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7668969524116085402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/09/melange-long-post-on-rants-part-2.html' title='melange (long post on rants) part 2'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-2289678013644872929</id><published>2008-09-01T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:28:36.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melange (long post on rants) part 1</title><content type='html'>Today was such a mess that I don't even know where to start with this. I'm suppose to start my paper for Lit. Crit. but you know well a formula called online+ym+multiply = futile staring at the computer. oh and don't forget strained eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just need to vent some rants, as I am not the kind who's so consumed with life's dramas and self-inflicted dramas that are totally unnecessary just to imply an "i'm miserable thus in deep trance and ponderings" appeal, i abhor such.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for the first part, i'll be answering QUESTIONS posted by the dear professor whose one-liners went stale already. although, he still manages to make me laugh occassionaly. just a note: i am answering in general because i can at least attest that i didn't commit most of the factors that he found problematic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"1.bakit iba-iba ang size ng tabloid niyo?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-basically because not everyone is accustomed to the software used in layout-ing the thing and that those guys from the printing shop cannot read and initially get what we have in mind and when the paper goes out of that machine whether it looked fine or not, there's no turning back. oh and you said "use A3" that was a little vague, our fault no one clarified the matter. if it's an A3 spread or A3 per page or should we use the tabloid settings or customize it? see 'till now i don't get it. keep your words man..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"2.bakit ang sama ng layout? puro THOMBSTONE?"&lt;br&gt;- because the sample was given on a short notice. no, not really. we were just too lazy and great that we decided to do it the night before the submission date or at least two nights before the deadline. and for pete's sake this is not lay-out class! this is a writing class and we are writers, supposedly, of SENSIBLE matters ,not a bunch of hullabaloos. maybe .01% percent of the class will end up as layout artists! go figure!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-and what the hell is with THOMBSTONE??? tombstone dear.. oh well pope said do not dwell in trivial faults bec. that is amateurish..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"3.bakit aalog-alog?"&lt;br&gt;-because we ran out of stupid things to say. enough said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"4.bakit size 12-14 ang font?"&lt;br&gt;-same answer with number 3.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"5. nagpaalam ba kayo sa mga ginamit na tao? sa comic cartoonists?"&lt;br&gt;- first of all, i guess we were not stupid enough to make offending stories of people who would find it well...offending. we used people close to us (barkada circle) so who would sue us for slander or such and oh please making contact with the cartoonists is a waste of time and we were definitely struggling from time constraint. they might even ask for a royalty fee? i wouldn't pay such for a friggin tabloid that wouldn't even go in public?? duh? if you're thinking we're not taking the class seriously, then because it wasn't serious at all! a 3-unit course of nonesense that i could even figure ou by myself. actually, i already did one when i was like 10? and i got to sold it for 15 pesos each copy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"6. bakit may 4,5,6 pages (na ads)"&lt;br&gt;-need i say more. people ran out of shits or just couldn't fathom another page of lies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-2289678013644872929?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/2289678013644872929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=2289678013644872929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2289678013644872929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2289678013644872929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/09/melange-long-post-on-rants-part-1.html' title='melange (long post on rants) part 1'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-3180821015544656189</id><published>2008-08-19T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T03:55:12.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INKBLOTS '08 - inviting writers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="parq17" author_possessive="parq17's"&gt;Note: this year's lecturers are among the best, if you are a writing prodigy then join now!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now on its 10th year, Inkblots 2008: the UST National Campus Journalism Fellowship continues its goal of molding aspiring writers through a series of journalism seminars and workshops from the country’s veteran journalists.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Organized by the Varsitarian, the 80-year-old official student publication of the University of Santo Tomas, the three-day event will be held on October 20 to 22 at the UST Thomas Aquinas Research Complex.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Inkblots 2008 will feature seminar-workshops on news writing, opinion writing, lifestyle writing, sports writing, feature writing, cartooning and campus paper management.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Invited lecturers include Inquirer columnist Conrado de Quiros, sports columnist Quinito Henson, Tempo and Panorama’s Nestor Cuartero, and former New York Times correspondent Alice Colet-Villadolid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The fellowship is open to all high school and college student writers, campus press advisers, high school journalism instructors, and school officials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For registration and inquiries, contact Ana Mae Roa (09266855574) or Emil Dela Cruz (09063254523), visit the Varsitarian office at Rm 105 Tan Yan Kee Bldg, UST España, Manila, call 4061611 loc. 8235, or e-mail inkblots08@yahoo.com.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Expect more speakers/lecturers this year for this is Inkblot's 10th year. We are just waiting for their confirmation, particularly Vice President Noli de Castro's confirmation.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last year's speakers/lecturers include:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pennie Azarcon-Dela Cruz - UST/Varsitarian alumna, and Sunday Inquirer Magazine executive editor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Christian Esguerra - UST professor/Varsitarian adviser, and Philippine Daily Inquirer reporter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ruel De Vera - Sunday Inquirer Magazine associate editor and The Guidon moderator&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nestor Cuartero - Varsitarian alumnus and Tempo entertainment editor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jaileen Jimeno - Deputy executive director of the Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism and former executive producer of Imbestigador and I-witness&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Volt Contreras - UST alumnus and Philippine Daily Inquirer senior news reporter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Michael Coroza - UST/Ateneo professor and Varsitarian alumnus, and received the SEA Write Award last Oct 2007 from the princess of Thailand&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quinito Henson - Philippine Star sports columnist and PBA analyst/commentator&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ernie Sarmiento - Ateneo professor and Philippine Daily Inquirer chief photographer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lyra Garcellano - Philippine Daily Inquirer artist/illustrator&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Conrado de Quiros - Philippine Daily Inquirer columnist and Don Carlos Palanca Awards recipient&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Felipe Salvosa III - UST professor and Varsitarian adviser, and Business World sub-editor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alice Collet-Villadolid - UST professor and Varsitarian alumna, former Press Undersecretary, drafted the Filipino Journalists' Code of Ethics as Philippine Press Institute executive director, New York Times correspondent, and book author.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nestor Torre - Philippine Daily Inquirer entertainment columnist&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Marites Vitug - Newsbreak Magazine's editor in chief&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Howie Severino - GMA7 journalist, documentary maker, and Sine Totoo host  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;!--  --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://parq17.multiply.com/journal/item/59"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-3180821015544656189?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/3180821015544656189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=3180821015544656189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3180821015544656189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3180821015544656189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/08/inkblots-inviting-writers.html' title='INKBLOTS &amp;#39;08 - inviting writers!'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-7150246801134432284</id><published>2008-08-14T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:34:35.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In all honesty..</title><content type='html'>honestly I'm an honest person, hard to believe, but I freaking AM!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;today, I received my draft for my historical/cultural writing class. of course, our professor would leave out comments on how i can improve my work and among the peculiar comments is this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"be honest. mention it if you lifted out the passages from a magazine article." &lt;/span&gt;I was taken aback by this one because he was referring to the part wherein i attributed Pacita Juan, CEO and founder of Figaro coffee. yea yea i know, she is a coffee titan and the professor might find it hard to believe that i was able to interview her. BUT I DID! i really did..gawd...of course i won't give out her contacts but i swear, cross my heart stick a needle in your eye, i did.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;while it's true that I'm just an undergraduate journalist, it doesn't mean i can't find ways right?! connections yada yada yada... awww mr. professor have a little faith.. in me.. haha.. wait that didn't sound right?! anyway, i'll try to rpove it to him then. hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I WANTED TO BE HONEST at the expense of disregarding my opinions for that "article". (see I'm doing an article which will be posted as "random" in the next few days..watch out! haha) i chose that "topic" because i want to use it a s a medium to expose the foolishness and hypocrisy embedded in it. but then again, i had to be objective. present two sides of the coin. unfortunately, it turned out that i was able to clarify the "misunderstandings." awww i hate it that i wasn't able to fill my goal gauge to its hundreth percent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now this part is for my GOOD friends... honestly guys I am not affected..really.. so quit pissing me off. but i have to admit we get a lot of fun out of it don't we?? haha.. anyway, don't you think it's a good thing that he finally snapped out of it? and it doesn't really matter if we have exactly the same names (i found out that we even have the same first name, how's that for a trivia?!). so there, that's the whole truth in that matter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lastly, I confess...LRT exam racked my brain off! can't we just pay our damn taxes when we start earning real income and quit delving into the bends and turns of taxation?!?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i have these words to cap all of this off: KEEP MOVING FORWARD! - meet the robinsons&lt;br&gt;let go of the past..tapos na ang LRT magaral na lang for discussion next meeting!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remy's dad: we can't change nature.&lt;br&gt;Remy: but change is nature. (walks off)&lt;br&gt;Remy's dad: where are you going?&lt;br&gt;Remy: forward..&lt;br&gt;(excerpts from ratatouille - who would think that there are philosophies injected in such.. ;p)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-7150246801134432284?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/7150246801134432284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=7150246801134432284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7150246801134432284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7150246801134432284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-all-honesty.html' title='In all honesty..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-6137969919809282109</id><published>2008-08-09T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:27:03.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dying but all must be endured.. heights of poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;sublimity in poetry is quite rare but doses of those rare kinds simply suffice.&lt;br&gt; (may iba naman na sobrang maganda lang pag buo. :p)&lt;br style=""&gt; &lt;!-- [if !supportLineBreakNewLine] --&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt; &lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The feet-pablo neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When I cannot look at your face &lt;br&gt; I look at your feet. &lt;br&gt; Your feet of arched bone, &lt;br&gt; your hard little feet. &lt;br&gt; I know that they support you, &lt;br&gt; and that your sweet weight &lt;br&gt; rises upon them. &lt;br&gt; Your waist and your breasts, &lt;br&gt; the doubled purple &lt;br&gt; of your nipples, &lt;br&gt; the sockets of your eyes &lt;br&gt; that have just flown away, &lt;br&gt; your wide fruit mouth, &lt;br&gt; your red tresses, &lt;br&gt; my little tower. &lt;br&gt; But I love your feet &lt;br&gt; only because they walked &lt;br&gt; upon the earth and upon &lt;br&gt; the wind and upon the waters, &lt;br&gt; until they found me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"Heathcliff"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;you said i killed you - haunt me then!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;be with me always - take any form - drive me mad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;only do not leave me in this abyss where i cannot find you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;O God it is unutterable!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;i cannot live without my life! cannot live without my soul!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;La Vita Nuova&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;-Dante Alighieri&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;In that book which is&lt;br&gt; My memory . . .&lt;br&gt; On the first page&lt;br&gt; That is the chapter when&lt;br&gt; I first met you&lt;br&gt; Appear the words . . .&lt;br&gt; Here begins a new life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(insert here Sappho's "I am dying, but all must be endured")&lt;-who started it all! haha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;line-height: 115%;"&gt;A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;line-height: 115%;"&gt;John Donne&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;line-height: 115%;"&gt;Such wilt thou be to me, who must,&lt;br&gt;    Like th' other foot, obliquely run;&lt;br&gt; Thy firmness makes my circle just, &lt;br&gt;    And makes me end where I begun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 103.5pt;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" width="138" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;width: 15pt;" valign="top" width="20"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I do not love you -neruda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I do not love you except because I love you;&lt;br&gt; I go from loving to not loving you,&lt;br&gt; From waiting to not waiting for you&lt;br&gt; My heart moves from cold to fire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(This just has to be read as a whole..)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Write, for example, 'The night is starry&lt;br&gt; and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br&gt; I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.&lt;br&gt; I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.&lt;br&gt; How could one not have loved her great still eyes.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br&gt; To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.&lt;br&gt; And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.&lt;br&gt; The night is starry and she is not with me.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.&lt;br&gt; My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.&lt;br&gt; My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The same night whitening the same trees.&lt;br&gt; We, of that time, are no longer the same.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.&lt;br&gt; My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.&lt;br&gt; Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.&lt;br&gt; Love is so short, forgetting is so long.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms&lt;br&gt; my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer&lt;br&gt; and these the last verses that I write for her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; *ahhh this one's a little emo in a sense. It's Burton's by the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;line-height: 115%;"&gt;Voodoo girl&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;line-height: 115%;"&gt;Her skin is white cloth,&lt;br&gt; and she's all sewn apart&lt;br&gt; and she has many colored pins&lt;br&gt; sticking out of her heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;line-height: 115%;"&gt;She has many different zombies&lt;br&gt; who are deeply in her trance.&lt;br&gt; She even has a zombie&lt;br&gt; who was originally from France.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;line-height: 115%;"&gt;But she knows she has a curse on her,&lt;br&gt; a curse she cannot win.&lt;br&gt; For if someone gets&lt;br&gt; too close to her,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;line-height: 115%;"&gt;the pins stick farther in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;line-height: 115%;color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"&gt;if you have other things in mind , pls be generous enough and share.. ;p &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-6137969919809282109?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/6137969919809282109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=6137969919809282109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6137969919809282109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6137969919809282109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dying-but-all-must-be-endured-heights.html' title='I&amp;#39;m dying but all must be endured.. heights of poetry'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-98180375810838861</id><published>2008-08-08T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:09:58.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted...</title><content type='html'>whoever said writing was easy can now drop dead! I'm currently sick of writing especially when I'm trying to make a mental list of pending articles to write. due tomorrow, today rather, is 3,000 words for one freaking on-the-spot topic. who would've thought that writing that shit was harder than it seems?! oh yes, now I'm cussing and this is in violation of good taste. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;actually my brain went on hibernate mode already, it is in deep slumber my dear friends. I'm definitely not in shape write now to write another article. blech..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;joseinne was right, just a student trying to get by.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-98180375810838861?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/98180375810838861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=98180375810838861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/98180375810838861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/98180375810838861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/08/wasted.html' title='wasted...'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-4004569752164991856</id><published>2008-08-07T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:26:31.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving calvin...</title><content type='html'>current addiction..er..no scratch that.. current obsession ( waaaay better): calvin and hobbes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;recently read a collection of the comic strips, haay, i just love it. i love calvin! he is twisted! i love his remarks, everything! although in the back of my mind i feel sorry for him, he is one sad boy with not much friends to hang out with. and the imaginary bond that he has created with his stuffed tiger just makes you go awwww...then again, he is one little devil..anyway, before i start wishing he exists in real life and realize that he is no more than a mere lead residue on paper, I would cite some of my favorites:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Calvin : You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Hobbes : What mood is that?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Calvin : Last-minute panic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;As a math atheist, I should be excused from this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I'm learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life ... Procrastinating and rationalizing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A few days ago I never thought it existed and now it said goodbye just after I said hello.&lt;br&gt;I don't get the idea of death, what's the point of living if we are going to die too?&lt;br&gt;hobbes are you going to die too? hobbes: Don't worry. *tiger hug*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I like maxims that don't encourage behavior modification.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;"See Any UFOs?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;"Not yet."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;"Well, keep your eyes open, they're bound to land here sometime."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;"What will we do when they come?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;"See if we can sell mom and dad into slavery for a star cruiser"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I understand my tests are popular reading in the teachers' lounge.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Life's disappointments are harder to take when you don't know any swear words.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;"Bad news Dad. Your polls are way down."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;"My polls?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;"You rate especialy low among tigers and six year old white males."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Dear Santa. Why is your operation located at the North Pole? I'm guessing cheap elf labour, lower environmental standards, and tax breaks. Is this really the example you want to set for us impressionable kids? ...My plan is to put him on the defensive before he considers how good I've been.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Hobbes : "Do you think there's a God?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Calvin : "Well somebody's out to get me!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;To make a bad day worse, spend it wishing for the impossible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they're already met?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and the love story bit with susie:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"calvin:drop dead susie. you're so ugly i bet your mom puts a paper bag on your head when she kisses you goodnight."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"(writer's note: i forgot what susie said but it was a pun on calvin alright..)"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"calvin: it's shameless the way we flirt."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;ok, i can't remember everything in that book, see i just borrowed it, anyway its 1a.m. and I haven't started writing my cultural paper...sigh.. as calvin puts it, &lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;"Reality continues to ruin my life."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-4004569752164991856?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/4004569752164991856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=4004569752164991856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/4004569752164991856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/4004569752164991856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/08/loving-calvin.html' title='loving calvin...'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-3110161215712054464</id><published>2008-08-01T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T04:08:15.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>philosophy in movies..</title><content type='html'>isn't it obvious, it's Friday and I don't have classes on Fridays! sooo I'm slacking off.. anyway these thoughts just passed my mind today, remembered them and well you know the routine, I rummage on the keyboard and voila!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;part1: cartons&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="style1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ang weird noh, bilog ang mundo pero buong buhay natin puro kahon. pagkapanganak mo kahon [crib], buong buhay mo magtatrabaho ka para mauwi rin sa isang kahoy na kahon na ilalaglag rin sa isang kahon" - some indie film..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;our lives were made by the different boxes that were created by who-knows-who. throughout our existence, we are to make a decision in one way or another which box we would like to slip our lives in. &lt;br&gt;some people can't find which box they really belong and prefer the variety box (a mediocre box) a nothing to lose, nothing to gain box and a box that lacks identity. &lt;br&gt;i once chose this box but felt the need for uniqueness. that is the only thing i love about these boxes it doesn't have physical locks, all abstract. mental. we can always choose to stay or leave that box and switch to another.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now what i hate about these boxes, i hate the way it boxes us in. boxes have labels and if you choose to settle in one with a certain label you'll have to comply. that is not really that hateful right? especially if you chose that certain box because that is where you feel you belong. BUT, when something arises that isn't coherent to our box label, we restrain ourselves. violating human nature, our true desires.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BOXES are made by ideals, norms, selfless deeds and personal satisfaction.(instilled to convince your own self) whether we like it or not, we choose our box and we live by it one box at a time (parang jordin sparks lang, one step at a time). &lt;br&gt;I guess,we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;can't  have everything in life. i need another refresher of the definition of freedom...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it doesn't matter whether we come in an 8 pack or 16 pack... we are a box of crayons.. we color our pages [life]....I say we color out of the lines" - man in a "sailboat autmobile", - Waking Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;part 2: Freeze-melt&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i recently watched this movie entitled "Love so divine" (yea, you thought that right. another korean creation but i hope this fact will not discourage you into reading what this post is actually about.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the movie was lovely! suits hopeless romantic wallflowers like me who fanatsizes over reel perfect love stories. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there was a part in that story when the lady protagonist watched a group of children play freeze-melt game. if you are not familiar with it then let me brief you on it, we [filipinos] have our version of this game called "Solid, Liquid, Gas" still ain't ringing a bell? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the mechanic is simple: the "it" tags a person and declares him either solid or gas, wherein that person should stand in his place and act solid like a statue or in the case of being casted as "gas" act like a floating matter. those tagged by the IT remains in that manner unless someone who hasn't been tagged comes to sort of save them by turning them into liquid (well not literally of course).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; the Korean version on the other hand is only constituted by two forms of matter solid and liquid. this just proves how creative and righteous Filipinos are (REALLY WIDE SMILE). :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway that introduction was misleading. going back.. so she was watching and said that she felt sorry for the "It" because it was like one-sided love. she did not explain further, that was all that she said. come to think of it, it was such an enlightening metaphor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE PROBLEM with one sided love, the "it" will eventually tire out in desperately freezing a person in a form that she wanted that person to stay in. while, others that she cannot manipulate will always come and melt that person (the "it" is trying to keep in place) and together run away with him away from the "it."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;one sided love knows no reciprocation and no matter how much you want someone to just freeze there and stay, he won't. he won't unless he willingly freezes for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ahhhhh maudlin isn't it?! ehhh it seems kasi that July is love month! all of my friends are in love! nakakainggit..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-3110161215712054464?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/3110161215712054464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=3110161215712054464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3110161215712054464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3110161215712054464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/08/philosophy-in-movies.html' title='philosophy in movies..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-3040876388458833686</id><published>2008-07-31T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:17:30.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the rain gets to you..</title><content type='html'>yesterday, I came to school as if I just came out of the shower. and yes, I unintentionally sported the wet look. also, yesterday was the first time I ever grossly went through the flood.&lt;br&gt;am i ecstatic about it? definitely not!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a couple of weeks ago I was just writing about flood anecdotes in the campus, totally clueless of what it really was like to brave the flood and yesterday I was able to get my first-hand experience.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It had been pouring heavily since i boarded the fx and since I am very responsible, i did not bother bring an umbrella. well, i actually i NEVER bring with me an umbrella because it's bulky and the umbrella don't usually make it home. ;p so i just wished that when i get halfway to my destination, the rain would stop or at least reduce into a drizzle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;unfortunately, no one heard my plea. it rained even harder and the minute i opened my eyes (i fell asleep okay, because it was cold and cold weather always doze me off) water level had already risen ankle-high! panic mode went on! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By some sort of instinct, my sister gave me a roll of bathroom tissue before i left home because she said my feet would get wet and I'd find bathroom tissue more useful than facial tissue. could it be that she has foreseen my venture into the flood? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and so i reached our aquatic university and as expected a pool of floodwater has accumulated already. the driver, out of sympathy, found me a spot where the water was shallow. but to no avail, the whole stretch of espana is a river. there was no time to make "inarte," i took off my foot socks and dipped my pretty heeled shoes into the flood. i swear i could have screamed that moment but all i could say was a hopeless "kadiriii..." i wonder how kids could frolic or wade in that kind of water. take note, with floating junkfood wrappers and all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the flood sinked into my shoes, and the damp feeling made it worse having in mind what forms of matter are mixed in with the water. anyway, i also had to make do with a hooded sweater-jacket since i don't have an umbrella. i was literally dripping wet!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;upon reaching our faculty building, i wen straight to the ladies' room to fix myself. i took off my shoes and yes gray water came out of it. i bandaged both my legs with tissues while i stuff my shoes with more tissue to dry it up. my uniform was drenched too but that was not my concern. i got contented with washing my feet with fresh water (as the absc says) and rushed to Rizal hall to make it to that literary seminar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my classmates and varsi-mates were so kind to pun on my state pa. (yak conyo haha) anyway, i was damp the whole seminar and chilling. okay enough with my sotry, i want to thank those who lent me their jackets.hehe. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s. oh and by the way, my jacket did not dry up even after i made it home. so now you can picture how drenched it was.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-3040876388458833686?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/3040876388458833686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=3040876388458833686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3040876388458833686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3040876388458833686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-rain-gets-to-you.html' title='when the rain gets to you..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-6049072660781623156</id><published>2008-06-13T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T03:25:54.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yech..blech..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;An afternoon chitchat was all it took. And so, impetuosity dawned just before eyelids fell with the night. Anxiety rose together with the urgent fingers while the strongest mass gave way for candy sprinkles on a pint of vanilla. The incredulous act was inspired by the thought that you once came ashore. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Although things had been sweet all along, I guess an occasional sugar-rush won’t hurt. Or maybe it was just what the clock dictates so. Either way, I don’t mind (or pretend not to mind). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;As it developed, warmth remained lacking and all that was there was an omnipresent fiendishness. Thus, turned things as it already was. Blank. Yes, it was that inherent thing that we find most hard to lose grip of that got in the way. To think that I cannot even reveal my identity. Even now I am anonymously addressing things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Now, it just simply shows that what isn’t there, really isn’t there anymore. Chasing what was not fleeting is futile, especially when it actually is absent. But no need to bother because this does not go beyond the boundaries of sleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;It is just an inflicted sulking in a haze of fragments that I once in a while weave together. An earthbound ghost that haunts yet don’t belong anymore. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; "&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The intangible calls for no dwellings and it’s death couldn’t have been more apt. Finally, I write this for you and the end of you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-6049072660781623156?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/6049072660781623156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=6049072660781623156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6049072660781623156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6049072660781623156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/06/yechblech.html' title='yech..blech..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-6463586660699332712</id><published>2008-06-08T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:33:22.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>japanese name and skul stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;POST YOUR JAPANESE NAME HERE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* A -ka&lt;br&gt;* B -tu&lt;br&gt;* C -mi&lt;br&gt;* D -te&lt;br&gt;* E -ka&lt;br&gt;* F -lu&lt;br&gt;* G -ji&lt;br&gt;* H -ri&lt;br&gt;* I -ki&lt;br&gt;* J -zu&lt;br&gt;* K -me&lt;br&gt;* L -ta&lt;br&gt;* M -rin&lt;br&gt;* N -to&lt;br&gt;* O -mo&lt;br&gt;* P -no&lt;br&gt;* Q -ke&lt;br&gt;* R -shi&lt;br&gt;* S -ari&lt;br&gt;* T -chi&lt;br&gt;* U -do&lt;br&gt;* V -ru&lt;br&gt;* W -mei&lt;br&gt;* X -na&lt;br&gt;* Y -fu&lt;br&gt;* Z -zi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ako nickname na lang kasi pag full name hindi na siya mukhang name haha: zumofumika - ang chaka.. enewei ninakaw ko lng tong post na to, pwede i-translate ibang name basta hindi "sam" kasi masagwa hehe..sori sam hehe..natatawa pa rin ako..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;enewei, excited na sana ako pumasok ng skul..as in gusto ko na pumasok suuuper ready na ako kaso....kaso.... di ako mkkpsok dis week...at baka pati next week..huhu xet gusto ko talaga umiyak... i'm "sick" mehn.. hangga't pwede umabsent aabsent ako...waaaah... naku di na rin ako nkkpunta sa varsi, paki balitaan na lang ako sa mga kailangan gawin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-6463586660699332712?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/6463586660699332712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=6463586660699332712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6463586660699332712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6463586660699332712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/06/japanese-name-and-skul-stuff.html' title='japanese name and skul stuff'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8167968778449088198</id><published>2008-06-02T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:22:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>timeless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;one must admit that there is something special about the blissful union  - the marriage if you will -  of sweet melody and heartfelt poetry that makes just about anyone (yes even the most cynical, heard hearted person) feel like going out and sing with all his/her heart...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;timeless...(na na na na na na na na) timeless... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;eto po ay hindi basta basta binabanggit, dapat with feelings pag ssbhin mo na  ang word na "timeless" prolonged ung time.... tapos abrupt ung -less...ayun so one more time..taaaaaayyymmmmm- - - - less. ayan very good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;nakaka-LSS ung kanta eh, unfortunately timeless lang ang kaya ko i-pronounce at intindihin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kala mo ma-dramang post noh? dehins chong...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so there you go one stupid post for the day! enjoy dunce! ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8167968778449088198?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8167968778449088198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8167968778449088198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8167968778449088198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8167968778449088198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/06/timeless.html' title='timeless...'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-2959740006409333280</id><published>2008-05-31T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T08:24:02.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;10 things you want to tell 10 different people right now. (from aya's page :p)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(of course no name dropping duh, defeats the purpose.. hehe halatang bored ako sa bahay..)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. you must be tired by now, i can feel it. I hope our company can at least brighten up your days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. Sometimes you annoy me but when i think about it, I realize you are actually one of my treasured friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. You look happy now, it's a good thing you took on a positive outlook in life even after that storm - which was a blessing in disguise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. thank you for being nice to me, it's really nice to find new friends like you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. thank you for treating me like a colleague, a friend and at the same time a student. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. quit getting on my nerves!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. hey can I at least get some support? I'm working my butt off here..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. sorry for dragging you into our little girly issues, unfortunately I can't do anything about it but i swear it is just a joke. a big joke.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. have you heard of the word 'saturation'? i think not, but pls. when will you get over it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. HOY MATULOG KA NA NGA!!! (alter ego hahaha, la na kasi ako maisip)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;enewei, may post ako about flag day and koreanovela update pero nasa flash disk at mejo nawawala siya hehe hhnapin ko muna. oh and jayc.. ung denr pics, post ko pag na resize ko na images :p sori tagal hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-2959740006409333280?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/2959740006409333280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=2959740006409333280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2959740006409333280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2959740006409333280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-you.html' title='yes you...'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-523149110063077347</id><published>2008-05-29T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:19:57.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged! I'm It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;o ayan ha sa lahat ng nag-tag saakin, pinatulan ko na yung tag tag na yan. para kay cha, daryl, jayc, nikki at kung sino pa na nag yag sakin ayan na po. hehe :p&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;The rules are easy, just post 10 things that recently made you happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;Then tag 10 people and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;force&lt;/span&gt; them to post this on their blogs. (di na ako mang-tag, let the stupid chain end with me buwahahaha, mgf??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;1. I finished na my ojt with a big smile on my face, and with all the articles that i was able to publish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;2. i got in touch with ykc, kinda missed them kasi e. their messages are enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;3. binili ako ni mami at dadi nung mac sandwich case. tpos araw araw pag inoopen ko un may naka prepare na sandwich :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;4. i met new people sa v, at sooobrang saya dun talaga grabe. (over sa adjectives hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;5. grabe tlga mga eperience ko sa ojt, unforgettable, eye-opening etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;6. enrollment day was a breeze..kakapanibago hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;7. note: pwede bang 6 na lang? kasi dahil lagi akong masaya di ko na madifferentiate kung ano ung mga certain things na ikinasaya ko hehe.. bsta masaya ang buhay ko, period. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;8 things they probably don't know about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;1. matakaw ako, di lang halata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;2. adik ako sa rpg games, gusto ko maglaro ng nba live pati dota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;3. hanggang ngaun fan parin ako ni britney spears (huwaaaat?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;4. madami na akong nagulpi na lalake from elementary to highschool haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;5. wala akong crush na totoong tao. totoo un.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;6. iniyakan ko ng halos isang linggo ang cardcaptor sakura nung matapos ung season 1 dati. baket? kasi hindi sila nagkatuluyan ni shaoran dahil bata pa sila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;7. kahit sinigang ipaulam mo sakin araw araw ok lang. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;8. i hate chain posts hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; "&gt;ano pa ba? hmm wala na nalimot ko na ung ibang versions ng tag. ayan ha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-523149110063077347?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/523149110063077347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=523149110063077347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/523149110063077347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/523149110063077347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-i-it.html' title='Tagged! I&amp;#39;m It!'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-2468596038285801920</id><published>2008-05-29T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:30:12.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plight of the no-good writer (pag-iinarte)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;First of all, I want to apologize for causing a scene a while ago. The last thing I would want to happen is for people to think na “mahadera” ako para maginarte diba. Sorry if I seem narrow minded, just got caught in a mix of emotions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I’m just ashamed of myself, I can’t help but feel that I was demoted. I know you keep trying to explain to me that there are no sections ranking. Actually, it is starting to sink in to me now that there really is none. But still, I’m deeply bothered by this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Circle was my first choice because I thought that it was a good idea to write hard and soft at the same time. Academic subjects are more on hard news so I wanted to do light write-ups about arts and culture. Although, nangangapa pa lang ako sa section na yun, I was enjoying it kaya oks lang.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Imagine I was so enthusiastic about it that I began checking the arts and culture section of all the daily broadsheets for possible stories ever since I got admitted to circle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;It came to me as a surprise that I was moved to the witness section but I want to clarify that I have nothing against the witness writers and the section itself. It is just that “witness writing” is totally alien to me. Clueless ako and I am not into the church beat. Oo religious ako pero I don’t think I’m up for it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;So ano ba ang iniinarte ko? Ang saakin lang, it’s hard to do something you’re not interested in. I have to endure writing about things that I don’t fully care about aside for the sake of fulfilling my duties as a staffer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;At first I was very excited about writing for the v but after this thing came up I pondered and realized that things will be very hard for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Demoted? Yes I think so. I can’t help but think that this was what happened. First, I never believed in my writing skills, I’m not even sure if I can really write. I have really low self-esteem, a reason why I did not join my friends when they tried out for the hiring of summer staff 2007. imagine I only got 77 for the specialized exams, to think that the highest was like 84? This is so shameful, I am a journ student and I am in my senior year and that is all I can get? I tried to brush that thought off but I can’t help thinking that maybe this is a wake-up call to me, that I’m not fit for this. Maybe I was just too ambitious and such a crappy writer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Anyway, it seems like I have no choice but to get on with it. See, quitting also came to my mind but I remembered that my admission to the v was a reason why my friends stayed, so leaving would be unfair to them. I owe them a lot. Sorry that I cried, I just can’t help it although I tried my best not to but when people started talking to me and comforting, my eyes just welled-up without my consent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I wanted to cry some more tonight but I can’t let anyone in the house see that I am sad because they will order me to quit. I always have to pretend that I am happy with all the decisions that I make, so I have to put up a face when I arrived and told them that the v staff had a celebration and we ate so many delectable courses that is why I came home late.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ok this is getting a bit dragging. Too long for a post but seeing that you made it till here, I guess you’re pissed off by now. So pardon the drama and sincerity. Don’t worry by tomorrow it’ll seem that nothing happened. Not even a trace of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;To my former section co-writers thanks sa sobrang short time hehe. Huy aya may story akong nahanap para sau text nalang kita hehe may utang pa akong story sau diba. Buti nalang nag ka collab tau bago ako nalipat. :p&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-2468596038285801920?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/2468596038285801920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=2468596038285801920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2468596038285801920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2468596038285801920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/05/plight-of-no-good-writer-pag-iinarte.html' title='plight of the no-good writer (pag-iinarte)'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8623991283163387593</id><published>2008-05-27T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:55:02.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help (no exclamation point)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;finally..nakabalik ako sa multiply! grabe sobrang wala na ako sa circulation, ano na ba ang mga latest posts na controversial? ano na? ano?? ano na mga narcissistic posts nio mga pipol? hui i-brief nio naman ako kasi may mga flooder na puro photos lang naman pala ang update ayun natabunan na ung mga may sense na post eh xmpre masipag ako tinatamad n ako bshin lhat... cge na kahit naka bullet form sbhin nio naman sken ung mga napost dito..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;since wala n ako ggwin mkkpag multiply n ako! yay! try ko nlng magpost bka mmyang gabi, pero pls kwentuhan nio naman ako hehehe tnx in advance! mwah! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8623991283163387593?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8623991283163387593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8623991283163387593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8623991283163387593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8623991283163387593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/05/help-no-exclamation-point.html' title='help (no exclamation point)'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8179137012927623924</id><published>2008-05-05T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:41:48.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the weirdest things</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;because i am one too. panong di ka magiging weird kung lahat ng tao na nakapaligid sayo may kanya kanyang ka-weirdu-han (and if you happen to be reading this, it's as good as saying you are one too..)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;these are just random weird stuffs i have encountered during the week or last week or as far as i can remember last month.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;my friend tina made up some tabloid headlines,&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;-"divino, anak ni totoy mola"&lt;BR&gt;-"parak binoga ang kulasisi"&lt;BR&gt;-"pichay pinulot sa kankungan"&lt;BR&gt;-"sotto nabulaga"&lt;BR&gt;-"mike defensor naGROgi at tumaob"&lt;BR&gt;-"babae binorocha ng pintor"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;that is how creative her mind works, and just so you know she is the infamous sender of green messages to everyone.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;my grade six cousin shane texted my sister with this message:&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;ate kamusta na ung pwet ko? (referring to my sister's face, read: her butt and my sister's face looks the same. but of course my sister is pretty) ingatan mo ung pwet ko ha.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;when we went to caleruega my dad bombarded my phone with several missed calls and messages asking how i am doing.. because he thought i joined a different varistarian, the one that does hazings. and he imagined me involved in a hazing? kmusta naman un? yah i have fraternity/sorority records but hey it's not as if i'd seriously join one?!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;my sister and i can talk nonesense for hours. like talk about killing a cockroach and insert moral, ethical, and yes political stuff in the conversation. we can also do baby talk over a brand of milk without laughing. thinking that "this is one intelligent and serious conversation."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;see i don't eat siopao bec i believe that it is made out of cats. except asado which i believed was the only one made of pork. so one day i ordered asado. after i finished it i said hmm sarap daddy! sabi nia o tlga kala ko di mo magugustuhan kasi bola-bola yan. anak ng..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I can't think of anything else and i'm suppose to end this entry, but then my kuya exclaimed just now, as he is playing an rpg game across me.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"Sabi ko na nga ba eh! (imagine the face, astonished na astonished siya) kadugtong toh ng silent hill 1 at 2 eh! grabe ang galing magkadugtong ung kwento! galing talaga!"  i gave him the most sarcastic look. duh? kuya doesn't the label read silent hill 3??? it means it really is a continuation? tyaka the fact na nasa silent hill 3 ka na ibig sabihin nalaman mo na nung nilaro mo ung 2 na magkakadugtong ang kwento.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;ay naku nakakaloka talaga. how would people expect me to be sane, when i have all these insane people around me.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8179137012927623924?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8179137012927623924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8179137012927623924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8179137012927623924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8179137012927623924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/05/weirdest-things.html' title='the weirdest things'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8843938664455683375</id><published>2008-05-05T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:20:24.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm a girl..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Kuya retorted stupidly after seeing that i again bought a pair of jeans, "parang tanga to bili ng bili ng damit, kala mo andaming pera, wala ka ngang trabaho jan eh at least ako meron." yung mga taong tulad ni kuya di pinapatulan. i did not answer back but my answer to that is because i'm a girl..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;yes, girls are "get-up conscious." especially now that I have to come to work everyday, which means i have to avoid wearing the same outfits over and over again. shallow as it seems, this is a problem for me. I have this thing about wearing the same thing that people have already seen before. it's stupid i know, i know you don't have to remind me, no one really cares right? but i don't know, it's just.....hmm...just like that.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;which brings me to wearing high-heeled shoes,they look gorgeous but  they really hurt. but as i have read in a column, "the vain don't complain." the things women suffer for fashion. anyway, those are just little things it's still better to be a girl than be a guy?!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i mean guys are ultimately insensitive poeple who can't read beyond statements. they have this basic understanding of things. what he heard you said is what it is. like looking at street signs go straight, u-turn, dead end yada yada yada. and they are unhygienic? my brother's room, it stinks i don't know why. and they are naturally messy people. they leave their shoes in the sala. the used socks left hanging on the bed header? they leave the table as it is after they dine, can't even put the plates on the sink? i mean don't they have hands?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i'm also sick of their inferiority complexes and their egos blech.. oh and their useless spending for clothes that look exactly the same??? unlike girls who are given the wide array of style options guys have to stick with the shirt-pants tandem, spell boring. anyway, guys also have this character of feeling superior and wanted? i remember someone saying to me, "pag di mo binilisan kumain di na kita kakausapin kahit kailan" hello?? and so?? it's not as if i'd die if you won't talk to me?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;haaay it's so much better to be a girl, though we become irrational when it comes to few things. embrace womanhood.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;oh and for the record, to all those who have asked and wondered if i am lesbo, nope i'm not. though i have nothing against them. i may have boyish interests and hobbies, i am still a girl. :D&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8843938664455683375?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8843938664455683375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8843938664455683375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8843938664455683375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8843938664455683375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-i-girl.html' title='Because I&amp;#39;m a girl..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-5006854357633301445</id><published>2008-05-03T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:21:15.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hum-drum writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;it's just one those days when you find yourself sitting comfortably on the couch doing absolutely nothing aside from staring at the television (that wasn't even plugged on). &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It just seems weird that i woke up early today to find that my parents are not home, so i thought they already went to work, so i stood up with much haste thinking that i also have to go to work today. (yeah i treat my internship as real work) but then i stopped, and said wait it's still 9 a.m., i still have a lot of spare time I'll watch powerpuff girls Z or Doraemon first at GMA7. So, i turned on the tv but there was cartoons instead there was this televised mass?? omg, today is a Sunday. my parents are not home because they went to the 7am mass! they did not wake me up because they assumed i will attend the afternoon mass because i'm too tired due to my ventures yesterday.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;speaking of yesterday, i went to podium to cover an ehibit. on my way there, i was suppose to take a cab since no puv's route straight to my destination. but then there was this old woman who asked for my help where she can find Robinson's. i knew there was no other way but to walk , so i offered to walk with her. she was fun though, she talked a lot about buying onions and going to pasig. finally i found her a ride even though i arrived at podium 30 mins late.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;then i decided to stop by robinson's to eat and look around the stores when it rained so hard. i got stucked inside (you know me, i never bring umbrellas) and there was this long cab lane, it'd be an eternity before i could get on one. so what did i do? i braved the rain, anak ng.. baha pala..hay badtrip...anyway i arrived at the mrt station and the trip all the way to sm fairview was just fine. but then sm was on sale! wahahaha can't help it really. i'm a sucker for discounted items hehehe.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;it just feels weird that i'm not busy today. zZzzzzzZZ.. oh by the way.. (this is a korean thing na so you can stop reading na! :p)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;abs-cbn will be showing it started with a kiss 2! omg although i've already seen the series, medyo r-18 siya promise! unlike ISWAK 1 mejo pang kids conservative, ung 2 kakaiba! tpos romantic princess ipapalabas din nila (oo napanood ko na din yun) i soooooo love that! un ung parang princess hours taiwan version na may halong meteor garden hahaha ganda ganda..pero ung my girl nila pwede bang i-ban?? pls.. hahaha&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-5006854357633301445?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/5006854357633301445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=5006854357633301445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5006854357633301445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5006854357633301445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/05/hum-drum-writing.html' title='hum-drum writing'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-5910548884073291642</id><published>2008-04-28T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T02:46:57.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walanghyang Kim Chiu yan!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;putek remake ng My Girl??? puhleease wag naman nila balahurain ang isa sa mga paborito kong korean series... hindi man lang siya ka-level ni Lee da Hae, wala ring papasa na actor for Lee Dong Wook's role! grr tlga at bket c kim chiu pa, i soo hate Kim Chiu.. masisira ang images na nabuo nila Seol Gong Chan at Joo Yoo rin huhuhu...cguradong korni yung version nila...wlang manonood nian badtrip... paki damay na ung remake ng kim sam soon na si regine ang gaganap pero since magaling nman umarte si regine bka mag work..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;pero what's with making second rate versions ng korean series? wla na ba sila maisip na plot? oo may korean culture invasion na nga tlga sa pilipinas pati tv shows nila ginagaya na.. but anyway that was far-fetched ang gutso ko lang tlga sbhin ay,, WALANGHIYANG KIM CHIU YAN!! un lang tnk u.. :p (eew tingnan nio rin ung commercial nia for close-up nakaka err wtf?!)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; ok so para sa fans ni Kim Chiu don't bother comment here ok. :D&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;bat ko pinost un wla lng naisip ko lng bigla.. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-5910548884073291642?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/5910548884073291642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=5910548884073291642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5910548884073291642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5910548884073291642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/04/walanghyang-kim-chiu-yan.html' title='walanghyang Kim Chiu yan!!!'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-1850896379756401586</id><published>2008-04-23T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:35:26.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;disclaimer: mejo mahaba although super funny..if not interested wag na lang, nahihinayang lang kasi ako na mabura :p&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;hehe naisipan ko lang bisitahin ang aking defunct blogger account (pinkspellsme.blogspot.com), 2006 pa nung nabuo yun so i read through my past posts (putek tongue twister un ah) ayun nakakatawa ung mga kwento ko dun, buhay freshmen to sophomore haha funny tlga.. just posted it here kasi bka bigla nlng mawala ung account na un di ko na mababalikan ung mga post na nakakaaliw hehe&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff; FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;Embarrassment prevention year! March 2006&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff; FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;Well minsan lng ako magpamahgi ng mga bagay nakapupulutan aral at swerte ka kung mababsa mo itong isang to ngayon!&lt;BR&gt;2006 na ngayon at nais ko sanang ibangon muli ang aking hiya sapagkat malakas ang kutob ko na ito’y unti unti ng naglalaho malapit na ma extinct, endangered na kumbaga.. well enumerate ko ang mga bagay na dapat iwasan para hndi mapahiya kasama ang mga bagay na maaring resulta:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff; FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;&gt;Huwag magpapakuha ng kakaibang litrato sa kaibigan dahil maaring gamitin ito ng kaibigan sa proj. niyang photo frame sa t.h.e mataas na ang grade niya napahiya ka pa.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag magbabasa ng libro habang naglalakad sa mapunong lugar kung ayaw mong kamustahin ka ng trunk ng puno face-to-face.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag basta basta mantatawag ng tao ng hindi sure kung siya nga iyon, at kung sakaling magkamali, mag sorry keysa magpanggap na biglang may nagtxt at aalis.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Kapag tumatakbo ng mabilis huwag titingin ng patalikod sa kausap kung ayaw mong sumalpok sa posteng bakal.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Palaging magsho-short sa skul lalo na kung hobby ng mga kaklase mo ang mantaas ng palda.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Kapag nakita ang crush huwag ma tense lalo na kung may hawak kang mga barya sapagkat maingay ang mga ito kapag nalaglag at mahirap magpulot lalo na kung pagulong gulong ang mga ito.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Kung matutulog sa fx, siguraduhing hindi ka mananaghinip na nalaglag ka dahil nangyayari ito sa tunay na buhay, at kung maganap man ang sakuna huwag ng lingunin ang ibang pasahero kung nkita nila at sabhing “hehe joke lng”.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Kapag may mga poging fafa na nagpapakyut sayo sa isang nakaparadang jeep, huwag magmaganda at mangirap dahil maari kang biglang matapilok ng sobra at sabihin nila “oooohhhhhhhhhh” (paksyet tlga!)&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag makikinig sa nagpapatawa kung may lamang ube ice cream ang bunganga, bket? Alam mo na yun.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag sasakay ng jeep na “almar” kung nasa almar ka na dahil huli na pag nalamn mong iba ang daan at kailangan mong maglakad sa kawalan.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag Maghuhubad ng skirt sa harap ng mga ka cheering-mates mo dhil malaki ang posibilidad na sumama ang cycling shorts mo.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag hihirit na 69 ang grade mo sa eco kung ang tinatanong ay kung sino ang nakakuha ng pinaka mataas na marka.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag hubarin ang sapatos kung butas ang medyas.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag makipagchikahan kung ano ang assignments sa new klasmeyt na mkksbay sa terminal ng fx, lalo na kung hndi pla kayo magklasmeyt.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag sasakay sa pambatang rides sa storyland kung ayaw mong sitahin ka ng guwardiya.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag sisipa ng malakas para sipain ang sipa kung hindi mo lang din ito tatamaan at lilipad ang sapatos mo ng 360 degrees sa ere, at recess time.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Kapag naiiyak ka huwag papasok sa cr ng boys. Kung girl ka at vice versa.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Kapag nagloloko na bad trip ka ng araw na yun, huwag sisipain kuno ang dram ng basura dhil kapag tumumba ito pagpupulutin ka ng janitor.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Kapag nasa sealed na fastfood huwag tatawagin ang kaklase na nasa labas at magtatampo kapag hindi ka napansin. Tandaan sound proof ang glass.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag maglalaro ng patagalng nakatayo ng walang hawak sa umaandar na bus, dahil kapag nagpreno si manong siguradong swimming ka.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag maglalakad sa swimming lesson. Basta nakakahiya.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;Huwag sasakay ng jeep ng sakto ang barya, dahil kapag nalaglag ang piso, 123 ang uwi mo.&lt;BR&gt;&gt;At last, huwag yayakap sa kung sino sino basta basta kung makikitingin ng pictures sa kamera na hawak niya, lalo na kung ang taong yun pala ay kinaiinisan mo. In case of emergencies like this, iwasan magsalita baka mabosesan ka at dahan dahan tumakbo palayo.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sana ay magamit niyo ito sa pang araw araw na buhay. Hindi ko man ito nagamit ng mga panhong yan, at leats i learned form my mistakes. Maraming salamat.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff; FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #6600cc"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;TITLE:Psy-wars! Part 1&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Have you ever been into a psychological war with strangers? I don’t know about guys, but i bet it does happen with girls.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Everyday, I ride PUV’s to school...jeepneys, fx and if i can’t get an fx, i’d take the bus, but my usual ride was the fx. Everyday i get to sit and squeeze in with strangers in the fx, and almost everyday i get to witness, or experience, the so called PSY-WARS! Now what are these psy-wars? A psy-war is like a cold war either between two passengers or the passenger and the driver, an unspoken conflict occurs between the two persons involved, it could happen after a short discussion and exchange of such words or looks. It’s really hard to explain but once you are there, you’ll know it. The best way to explain it, is by citing examples...haha this is the fun part!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Students, office workers, people on to a gimik or some sort, usual people headed of somewhere for some reason are the people you are stucked with for less than an hour, more than an hour, an hour, half an hour or as long as you reach your destination. Yes, Filipinos are friendly but you don’t expect them to just suddenly chat and mingle with you anyway, this is how the psy-war goes. Hmm where do i start? Let’s start by imagining ourselves seated at the front seat, remember we’re at an fx, 2 people are allowed to seat in front, of course excluding the driver, if two girls are seated in front and both find the space too small for the two of them and one feels uncomfortable, then the other one would start moving irritably and her seatmate would give her a sharp look but would not say anything, and there it is! Presto! The war has begun! For the whole trip both of them would hate whatever the other one is doing!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now let’s move to the middle seat. Name: the middle seat, capacity: 4 butts. It says four regular people, one time, this really fat and so-so girl was the 4th middle passenger and one has to lean forward, how unfortunate for the other passengers who also paid because this girl here keeps squeezing in, demanding us to move a little more and she suspects that because i was seated near the window that i was not moving when in fact there was absolutely NO MORE space, we’re like sardines already in an fx comparable to a can, old, hot air coming form the ironic aircon and makes this sound whatsoever, she called my attention and told me to move a little more with this look on her face that makes you want to slap her back and forth then kick her a$$,&lt;BR&gt;girl: pwedeng umusog ka ang sikip kasi eh! (pls imagine the face)&lt;BR&gt;me: ah e pwedeng magpapayat ka? (then i rolled my eyes)&lt;BR&gt;and for the whole trip, i guess you know what happened next. Another, when the driver seems to be asking for a much larger fare than your usual ones, another war will wage. This is the frequent conversations:&lt;BR&gt;Manong: ah kulang pa po ng limang piso, nagtaas na po kasi eh.&lt;BR&gt;Pasahero: ano ka? Araw araw ako sumasakay ganito lang binabayad ko.&lt;BR&gt;M: eh sa iba ho yun.&lt;BR&gt;P: bket bawal nga kayo magtaas eh! Cge nga asan ang taripa mo? (note: if you don’t know what taripa is, you have a serious gap in your environmental awareness)&lt;BR&gt;M: edi bumaba na lang kayo!&lt;BR&gt;P: e bat naman ako bababa? Gusto nio i-report ko kayo sa LTFRB?&lt;BR&gt;M: cge i re-port mo! (wow c manong kuno matapang!)&lt;BR&gt;P: o yan na nga yung limang piso mo! Sana yumaman ka! (sarcastic!)&lt;BR&gt;M: nemnem....mnansu...(ah the usual mumbling words that you can’t understand)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So how does this story end? It is when the passenger finally has to step out of the vehicle and upon leaving, slamming the door very hard...ooohhh hurts your ears...and again goes manong mumbling words...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff; FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #6600cc"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;TITLE: PSY-WAR part2&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #6600cc"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt;If you think that was the end of it....wait! ‘coz there’s more lot’s more! Hmm oh the cellphone thing..ah the stories seems endless. Ok first, who owns the latest model? This is the usual unspoken psy-war in the fx, when one pulls out a phone from her bag and begins texting, the other should make it a point that the other one sees her phone,especially when hers is a much newer model, that’s not just it she would intentionally text a friend in order to get a reply and let her wav ringtone be heard. Another thing about cellphones, when someone calls, that passenger would talk to the caller in a way as if she was the only passenger,&lt;BR&gt;oh yeah blah blah blah..really? that’s good, oh im on my way na already, so init nga here in the fx oo..&lt;BR&gt;grrr makes my blood boil.&lt;BR&gt;Here’s another example of the psy-war although it does not concern cellphones. Girls usually get irritated when someone keeps looking at them, if it’s a cute guy that’s a different story, but if it’s a girl with the look on a face that makes you want to pull out her eyes. No conversation would happen, just looks, dagger looks. Especially when both you caught each other looking at each other...if you could just say, anong problema mo huh? Sapakan na lang ano?!.. but don’t forget about the boys..no not those cute boys, those typical pervert guys who dresses oddly with blonde highlights and all (about the highlights it depends on the person with it). These are the guys who would keep on helping you even if you are not asking for it, you know repeating every word that you say and comments as if you two know each other and giving you this grin that gives you goosebumps...&lt;BR&gt;me: isa pong ust &lt;BR&gt;drayber: saan tong singkwenta?&lt;BR&gt;Me: ust po&lt;BR&gt;epal guy: ust daw&lt;BR&gt;drayber: saan?&lt;BR&gt;Me:ust po&lt;BR&gt;epal: sa ust daw! (titingin saken) ang hinhin mo kasi magsalita, konting lakas bingi ata si manong (*flahes that..that... smile*)&lt;BR&gt;me: (just a giving a very sarcastic smile) (drayber iaabot ang bayad, bwisit si epal pa ang kukuha abot ko naman)&lt;BR&gt;epal: sukli daw nung ust (smile again)&lt;BR&gt;me: (reach for my change and make it a point that my fingers don’t get in contact with his)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;hmm..what else...oh i almost forgot...the pa-sosyals.... you know those people who dress like relatives of bill gates, with all those flashy jewelries, makes you want to snatch it off them, typical robbery victims.. almost all the common passenger hate this kinds, you know when they cover their noses as if they are seated next to garbage and keeps on looking around her, bringing out her fan and annoyingly fan herself continously bugging the aircon directing it to herself but seems to can’t get enough and makes a phone call saying...&lt;BR&gt;elitista: hi dad, im in an fx ryt now eh, mom had to use the car eh, can you like pick me up na lang later? Ok..see yah. (puts down the phone)&lt;BR&gt;elitista: ahmm menong, beyad oh...ahmm sa may morRrRayta leng... (roll the r!)&lt;BR&gt;elitista: sa tebi na leng po menong...parRrRraaa...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;more to come...you know i could make another sequel after the other.......&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff; FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #6600cc"&gt;TITLE: heartwarming thoughts from barbie..&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #6600cc"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;A href="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/2999/barb118vn.jpg"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;IMG style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height=209 alt="" src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/2999/barb118vn.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;hey there human! its not everyday you get to see a doll like me give good tips, and if ever youll see one, isnt that way too freaky! anyway, i am to share to you, the 10 things to remember in order to live a happy life. now you are most fortunate, for i do not have what you humans enjoy, life. so read on and keep it in mind!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff0000"&gt;p.s. anything from this entry cannot be reproduced in any form. (asa!)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt;10 things to remember in order to live a happy life&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt;&lt;IMG style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height=184 alt="" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/3978/barb31li.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img288.imageshack.us/img288/6097/barb60lm.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/6309/barb46cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/6309/barb46cm.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/200/barb2.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;A href="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/6309/barb46cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/1600/barb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/200/barb8.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/1600/barb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height=156 alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/200/barb7.jpg" width=98 border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/1600/barb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/1600/barb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/200/barb5.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/1600/barb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/1600/barb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/200/barb9.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/1600/barb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/1600/barb10.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/200/barb10.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt;and lastly...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/1600/barb1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8027/2541/200/barb1.0.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;credits to our neighbor Jesusa Joy marata for some of the barbies that i made "arbor" :) hope you can read the text included in the pictures. i painstakingly edited them at paint! laos paint..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #009900"&gt;TITLE: J.E.E.P.N.E.Y&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #009900"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt;jeepney stories, another puv story, alam nio kasi ang excitement ng buhay ay nasa mga taong nakakasalamuha mo araw araw pati narin ung mga sinasakyan mo.. hehe itong compilation ko ng stories ay lahat recent lng dis week, its not basically about the people riding the said vehicle but instead its the vehicle itself... hehe.. ok here goes... were on our way to the church kc nun just the three of us me, ate and kuya, tpos nkalagay sa jeep (paki imagine nalang) -dito maganda- -dito mas maganda- eh nakaupo ako dun sa side na dito maganda,, hehe kaya nung may bumaba pinilit kong lumipat dun sa may nakalagay na, dito mas maganda... baket ko kinwento yun? wala lng eh maganda ako eh! (yan ang tinatawag na confidence in tagalog kapal ng mukha) tpos nung papunta nman kami ng sm edi jeep agen kmi tatlo, may nabasa si kuya sa signboard nakalagay, magbayad bago bumaba ng hindi maabala, tapos may nakalagay sa baba, wag mong titigan tingnan mo lang, so napaisip si kuya kum baket at paglingon ko, the girl sitting across.. my goodness open ang fly at sa laki ng puson niya ay parang talagang bibigay na ito, di ko mapigilan ngumit ng ngumitit kc na realize ko bigla ung signboard.. wag mong titigan (mahahalata ka) tingnan mo lng (once in a wyl) ssbhin ko sana dun sa gurl kaso shes so busy making chika edi dedma nalang! hehe.. minsan nakakainsulto din ung mga signs na nakalagay, konting ipit..ang bastos diba..hehe.. tpos pano kung mataba tpos may nakalagay na upong seksi lng po tayo..eh hayup nman dba ang unfair! at ang mga design ng jeep, mickey mouse na kulay green, tweety bird na mas hawig ni sylvester, mga english na lines like, fire me now, sweet surrender, kilabot ng kidapawan chever chever, ay ewan ko...bsta ganyan ang jeep!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV class=post-title&gt;hmmm... &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=post-body&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;badtrip pala kpag aircon yung klasrum nio kc kpag nag lunch kau tpos bumalik sa rum halatang halata kung anong inulam nio.... minsan amoy baka sa rum, minsan amoy sisig, minsan amoy barbeque di bale nag break down nman ung aircon knina hehe..pero amoy ganun prin... wala pa akong matinong maipost ngayun pano kc bc na kaagad sa skul khit wla pa kming isnag buwan pumapasok... enewei.. un lang.. cge magsasagot pa ako ng lts assignment ko..hehe &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=post-title&gt;let's move further.. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=post-body&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;wehehe...subukan nio magcmula sa isang mababaw na tanong tapos palawakin nio ng palawakin, haaaay maloloka ka sa sobrang dami ng gusto mong masagot na tanong na alam mong hinding hindi mo matatagpuan ang sagot dito sa mundong ito... sample, ang ganda ng sky...bat kaya hindi ko to mahihipo? gano to kataas? ang space ba may limit din? kasi sobrang lawak saan ang end niya? parang ung ilalim ng dagat..anong meron dun? may ufo daw dun? kung mayrron man, kung, other life aside from earth, ano kayang iniisip nila sa earthlings? nagwowonder din kaya sila kung may life sa earth?(wow the blue green white colored planet looks beautiful, wonder if there are also volcanic activities there like ours? ) pano ang pamumuhay nila? suuper advance kaya talaga ang technology nila? bakit earth lang ang may tao? cno bang gumawa ng earth? (ay nebular hypothesis nga pala by laplace) eh sinong gumawa ng nebula? si God? bat niya ginawa yun? at bket earth lng ang may tao, para saan pa ung ibang planets, stars, comets, asteroids? bket naisipan ni God gumawa? kung wala tong mga ginawa ni God ano kayang ginagawa niya? may sarili din ba silang earth sa heaven? (yun ay kung sa heaven nga) at higit sa lhat, oo sige na nageexist si God, pero sinong gumawa kay God? bakit kinailangan siya mag exist? ginawa ba siya dahil may isa pang higit na gumawa dahil walang magawa? at sinong gumawa sa higit na ito?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;oo nga pala hndi ako aethist or agnostic.... malakas faith ko kay God... just wondering&lt;BR&gt;kelan kaya to masasagot lhat? pag patay na ako, ung spirit ko kukulitin si God para sagutin toh, eh pano kung ganun din ang plano ng lhat masagot pa kaya lahat toh?? well i'll never know until that day.. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-1850896379756401586?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/1850896379756401586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=1850896379756401586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1850896379756401586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/1850896379756401586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/04/flashback.html' title='flashback...'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-686676837387749074</id><published>2008-04-22T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:52:03.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;just yesterday morning i was eighteen, and today i'm nineteen. the last year of my teenage years. I don't want to turn 20, it sounds too old, but that doesn't mean i want to die at this age. (hindi pa pwede mamatay kasi.. *big grin*) &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i woke up today to find my cellphone bombarded with birthday messages and not to mention several messages that go like this "oi tanda mo na, pa cheeseburger k namn." everyone is asking where they will head to, assuming that there is a celebration, but nope there is none. Because i'm catching up on my internship hours, i really reallly need to come to work each day to earn several hours. then i realized, woah i'm not getting any younger and im getting closer and closer to the entrance of the real world. pressure.pressure.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;let me chew that for you, see it means that by the time i graduate and fortunately get a job,(fingers crossed) I'd be more concerned with my office attendance than taking the day off to stroll around with friends. no wonder when people grow old, birthdays seem like just an ordinary day wherein you get greetings and a nice dinner afterward.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;and the pressure thing? well sooner or later i'll have to stop going to school and earn money. i don't think i'm that ready for that yet. my mind is still filled with barbies, and cartoons, and hanging out with my parents, and playing ps all day (and it goes on and on) in short, i'm not yet ready to go serious with life. hay, and then by the age of 23 i guess i'll need to look for a boyfriend which is so not in my mind yet unless a cute guy from south korea pops up in our doorstep, (ay ate wla ng boypren boypren kasal na toh..kung ayaw nia rape hehe)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;the to-do list in life will gradually lengthen to an extent i do not want to imagine. X_X but that is life, i guess this is just another one of those birthday fits hehe and to think that i am only nineteen? maybe i was thinking too much. hay joyce just go and have fun, that's what life is about anyway right? right??&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"and in the end it's not the years in your life that counts, it's the life in your years."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-686676837387749074?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/686676837387749074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=686676837387749074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/686676837387749074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/686676837387749074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/04/age-wrinkles-body-quitting-wrinkles.html' title='Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-6269554492262724846</id><published>2008-04-20T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:34:14.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in loving memory of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;you left without saying goodbye..i had a feeling that morning that you came to the bedroom for a last look.. you left while i'm not around.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;and now I am missing you sooo much. my days seem incomplete. where has your pride taken you? always acting strong when in fact your old age is slowly weakening you. i thought we had a deal, you haven't seen me work real time yet? too bad you did not make it to your 8th birthday (july 18) and you will not be able to see me graduate from college but at least you were there when i graduated from elementary and highschool right?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;thank you for accompanying me for the past 8 years. i know that i am your only real friend because i was the only one who can understand you. i reall really really miss you. i miss my agent manchy. everytime i reminisce, my eyes well-up. i pray that your soul make it to heaven. I'll keep all our pictures so that i'll never forget you, and i know that i never will. i can't have another dog like you. you're the smartest, cutest, and kindest dog ever.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;(putek nakakaiyak pla gumawa ng ganito)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAthwgoKCm0AAEm-CUY1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAthwgoKCm0AAEm-CUY1/joyce.jpg?et=ZNB%2BVYdFandC4XJL%2Cq3KUQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Chubby, lolo jog, bobojog, manchy, manchiboy, bebe chub, bebe lab&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;July 18 2000- April 17 2008 (photo taken last April 23, 2007 on my bday party)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-6269554492262724846?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/6269554492262724846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=6269554492262724846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6269554492262724846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6269554492262724846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-loving-memory-of.html' title='in loving memory of...'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-3031581194257095781</id><published>2008-04-15T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:05:23.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worst day ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;grr.. curse this day... the world conspired to throw shit on me today.. curse the clock in our room that i didn't realize was out of battery that's why i thought it was still early; curse the adobo that i reheated (if there is such a word) this morning for breakfast, took so much of my time only to find out that it was cooked for the dogs? wtf?! so again clock went ticking while waiting for mom to finish cooking breakfast; curse the melon that i ate because it was sooo good i couldn't stand up from the chair to take a bath; curse that "love is a battlefield" song, i'm sooo having lss so i couldn't keep from singing while in the bathroom, so again i took up much time taking a bath; curse the fx line!! it would take an hour before i get to ride on one and soo; curse again the jeepney that i rode, make stops every now and then even though no one signaled it to halt, that greedy driver and his wife who consistently smirks at me for no reason; curse again the driver's wife for giving me a short change, short of 10 pesos imagin e that; curse this press conference that will be held at cubao, i came at the office and found out that everyone left already (gad i was an hour late what do i expect?!); &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;right now i'm stucked here at a mall, eating and eating, squandering my money, and also for renting this computer... this day couldn't get any worse... i wish something good will turn up today. mom and i plans to buy shoes this evening if it can compensate with my frustrations today.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;still had to go to work at 1pm, meet up with jaycee and hopefully find a worthy press release there...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;by the way i have this really outrageous story to tell but it'll have to wait till i get home tonight. that's it for now. tata! :p &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-3031581194257095781?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/3031581194257095781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=3031581194257095781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3031581194257095781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3031581194257095781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/04/worst-day-ever.html' title='worst day ever'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8927534969732057479</id><published>2008-04-14T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:50:28.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy bee (pre-birthday reminder below)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;after a month long hiatus, here i am staring at the monitor again doing nothing even though i have something to do. hehe joyce tell me something new! oh well it had been some time since i last posted something here because our cpu broke down like 3 weeks ago. T_T (imagine buhay ko na ang mag computer tpos nacra??)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;looking at the bright side, at least I've been sleeping earlier than the usual which is 3am. this past few days I've been tucked in bed by 12am. oha oha! early to bed ang lola.. it's a good thing because i can avoid the head bopping act during my intern work. in case you don't know (or just simply don't care to know whatever) I'm currently having my ojt at the Manila Times in the news section. I love it there! How i wish i can live that kind of life after i graduate. anyhow, according to my calculation I have accumulated 53 hours pa lang. ang bagal nga eh kasi 4 hours a day ang average but it's ok because i'm having fun and as long as i finish by the end of May. don't want to have my schedule crammed up with ojt and academic stuff.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i'm not making sense am i? just rambling personal thoughts that no one really cares about. yah, i better get a diary na lang. yuk i sound so conyo with the taglish thing. ang sarap ko sapakin.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;actually i just want to say that i've been busy with lots of stuff and i'm kinda worried because i committed myself to a lot of things this summer and i'm not sure if i can juggle everything together.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;oo wala talaga kwenta tong post na toh kasi dapat pansarili na lang yung mga tinype ko ehhh wla lang (kokey version) wala talaga..hehe namiss ko si tina.. ok sorrie for wasting your precious time sna neks time may kabuluhan naman ung ma-post ko hehe.. ok till here cheerios! i have a deadline to meet tomorrow! :p (at sobrang wla akong inspiration pra gumawa...pif)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;p.s. nanood pala ako ng barbie diaries ang ganda haha.aun wla lang! SA BIRTHDAY KO REGALUHAN NIO AKO NG BARBIE HAIR COLOR IT YUNG MAY KASAMA NA PANG BRAID NG BUHOK! kung di nio maibibigay sa birthday ko cge magiintay ako hanggang christmas pag wala pa rin......dapat meron! hahaha pero kung hindi barbie pwede ring boylet na lang bsta galing south korea haha (haba ng p.s ko noh...)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8927534969732057479?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8927534969732057479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8927534969732057479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8927534969732057479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8927534969732057479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-bee-pre-birthday-reminder-below.html' title='Busy bee (pre-birthday reminder below)'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-6907830891792082227</id><published>2008-03-15T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T08:33:58.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enlightenment on the road</title><content type='html'>    On my way home last Thursday night (which by the way was Tina's birthday), I encountered an untimely stranger who had me pondering on the truth that life isn't really fair. It never was, to begin with anyway. &lt;br&gt;    I was looking out the window when the traffic light went red. all vehicles came to a halt. my eyes scanned the area when a glare caught my attention, so i turned to that direction. There my eyes met the blunt stare of a man, who was a deadpan for the record,  sitting at the far edge of a jeepney and he was holding this placard that says, &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: ms gothic,gothic;"&gt;"media censored news. the globally round earth suddenly became locally flat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I won't be a hypocrite and tell you that it immediately made an imprint on my pea brain. i had to re-read the text to get an inkling of what his message is. i looked up to him and he just nodded at me so i nodded back. and that was all it took, the green light was on and the vehicles went their own ways. i lost sight of him but the message started to kick off.&lt;br&gt;    he's no hobo of some sort. he looks like a philantrophist and it seems that he has with him an untold story that he deems necessary for the public to know.although i have no idea what is his real story. reminds me of the Nestle issue?? doesn't it? may be he found the media unfair because it restricted a certain information? thus he says that the globally round earth suddenly became locally flat because it prohibited us from seeing 360 degress and limited the view to a flat surface that they have presented thinking we should only take things as it is, or rather how they present it the way they want us to see it.&lt;br&gt;    what scares me is that I am to step into that kind of world. people will see your job as a medium but you might disappont them when you fail to do your part for people like them because the system whether you like it or not might suck you in. which i don't want to happen to me but i don't really know what lies ahead. I'm too young to even know shit.&lt;br&gt;    this media driven world today... can be really scary.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-6907830891792082227?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/6907830891792082227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=6907830891792082227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6907830891792082227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6907830891792082227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/03/enlightenment-on-road.html' title='enlightenment on the road'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-7418279123244857160</id><published>2008-03-15T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T07:25:34.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding the bandwagon</title><content type='html'>(disclaimer: I really am an apolitical person. well, just trying to ride the political bandwagon )&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Senate probes, fearless forecasts, and shocking revelations everyday. All these are surely rocking the nation in searching for the truth. Finally! Most would say but how will it turn out in the end? Is this really going to lead into something good?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We are not looking for the truth because we knew it all along. We were not oblivious to the fact that anomalies do exist. We are just waiting for someone to break the silence, a tangible proof. And now that it is here, it is time to feast on the exposed carcass and slap it right to their faces. Nevertheless, it looks like this one’s going to pass just like the past explosive issues hurled at GMA’s administration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Issues on being a cheat and corrupt had infuriated the Filipino people, and still is infuriating the people. But even if the people hold mass demonstrations everyday, our president will not step down until 2010. However, it is true that this government can no longer earn the trust of the public. It is now gravely demoralized and cannot appease the discontent of the people. Yet it seems that they are well aware of it and motivated enough to ignore and try as best as they can to keep their mouths shut.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The political pandemonium had been going on for several years now since former Joseph Estrada’s impeachment and this had caused unrest in the people. Since it had been on for &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;years and still had not bear good results or resolved any issues, the people by now are practically tired and fed up already. Sure there are still some decided enough to rally in the streets everyday and of course the opposition who are highly enthusiastic to see their pet aversions down in shame. but the truth is even though the people too wants, and deserves, to know the whole truth they are somehow unconvinced that this time there will be promising results.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The noise may only last for some time and then like everything else be forgotten. Or not really forgotten but just let slipped away and wear-out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It is not apathy. Some even say that this is the consequence of our silence. It is just that the masses do not really benefit a thing from this and they are just being practical. Yet it still is strongly encouraged that we seek the truth in all these for as citizens of this nation, we deserve to know. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;And though madam president do not leave vacant her office till the next election, I’d still keep my fingers crossed that the current issue regarding the ZTE-NBN deal be not left unturned by the media and few concerned officials. So as to let them know that the people cannot be fooled anymore for they already know as much. They may be saturated but not stupid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It really is &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;colorful times we are in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;&lt;br style="page-break-before: always;" clear="all"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-7418279123244857160?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/7418279123244857160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=7418279123244857160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7418279123244857160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7418279123244857160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/03/riding-bandwagon.html' title='Riding the bandwagon'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8479129265040616380</id><published>2008-03-03T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:09:07.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>excerpts from yesterday's class</title><content type='html'>(ugh..this one's a bit random so pls. bear with it..stream of thoughts..&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;)&lt;br&gt;yesterday, we discussed Strinberg and Ibsen's works. I loved it and i knew that Miss Julie is somewhat similar to Joaquin's Summer Solstice (i heart summer solstice) hehe it shows kasi that women can really take hold of men and order them around. they can actually dominate but because we are all situated in a patriarchal WORLD, we had to succumb to the governing ideology. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;and when the moon shines the brightest, women are given the chance to show their true power.un nga lng after the festive mood it goes back to how it was. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and that women are no dolls! they should not be manipulated and should not be subordinate to men. men should not dictate what they should do and think about! they have their own mind to think for themselves and what they want to be. so don't let any guy control you and make you believe that that is how they love you, that you should be happy for that. if you are in a relationship similiar to that, well, sorri to say but you two never really loved, it was all make believe for suitability.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but then again, that is not of my personal experience hehe reaction ko lng yan on how Ibsen's story went out. very nice ending, very brave Nora. pero ang totoo nian nag post lng ako kasi i want to quote Ms. Rivera's words yesterday hahahah i luv this one, really cool and hilarious!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Go on and make mistakes. just don't you do the same ones over again, that's boring. go make something new"&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"the world is not black and white. haven't they heard of colors? you should not choose when you are only presented with two choices. the world gives you a whole lot of options to choose from, you know" (of course, "you know" is her trademark)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"education is your best weapon when you go out to the real world."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;madami pang iba kasi i can't remember all of them verbatim e.. but anyhow if she comes up with something good next time, i'll surely remember it. aun lng. hay still have to study for pol dy and spanish quizzes tomorrow. it sucks.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8479129265040616380?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8479129265040616380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8479129265040616380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8479129265040616380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8479129265040616380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/03/excerpts-from-yesterday-class.html' title='excerpts from yesterday&amp;#39;s class'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-7376095737350760014</id><published>2008-02-24T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:09:11.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all smiles :)</title><content type='html'>whew! feels like it has been ages since i last posted. moreover, I'd like to flash one wide grin 'coz I'm happy! it's not bit of a rare occurence anyway coz i'm happy most of the time but lately i really am. now the pessimist in me says it won't last long (sorrie those are ideas that couldn't help pop up) but anyhow i'd like to savor the moments. before you jump into any conclusions, its not a boy i'm talking about. i'm definitely not in love (good gracious!)&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;things had just been doing well, that is. first, daddie's back from the edge of the Philippines all safe and sound. second, a precarious thing came up though i don't want to celebrate about it, it doesnt call for one anyway.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt; third, bronze awardees' names was posted last  week and it feels good to see familiar names in it, including mine of course. i know it might be the first and last time but hey i really feel good about it! well, loads of school work had always been nerve racking but last week the last two chapters for our thesis this semester was submitted and it turned out fine. so, I'm kinda taking a break. i did nothing the whole week but lie down and play crash twinsanity and nba live '08. it feels really good to find time to relax. after all, in no less than two weeks school will be over! woohooo! my spirit's jumping for joy, imagine that?! hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;however, there will be no summer vacation for us. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt; instead, we have to work our butts of in our internship. oh and by the way, I'm not yet sure where i will be having my OJT? hope they [those publications i sent my application to] call me up and give their approval. hai, life's hard. hehe I'm contradicting my previous statements. I'm suppose to make this a "happy" post!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;basta I'm happy! for the meantime and right now, I'm thinking of not worrying about what'll do tomorrow, even though i know that by the moment i wake up tomorrow i will be rummaging on my to-do list in my organizer and start getting that "C-syndrome" again. the freak i am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, I'd like to share my current addiction (no, its not a koreanovela or a taiwanese drama hehe) its a song i came to know about through tina and i so luurve it! :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/note.png"&gt;Sleeps with Butterflies - Tori Amos&lt;br&gt;airplanes take you away again&lt;br&gt;boy you're flying above where we live&lt;br&gt;and i look up, a glare in my eyes&lt;br&gt;are you having regrets about last night?&lt;br&gt;im not, but i like rivers that rush in&lt;br&gt;so then i dove in&lt;br&gt;is there trouble ahead?&lt;br&gt;for you the acrobat, i wont push you&lt;br&gt;unless you have a net&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you say the words you know i will find you&lt;br&gt;but if you need some time i dont mind&lt;br&gt;i dont hold unto the tail of your kite&lt;br&gt;im not like the girsl that youve known&lt;br&gt;but i believe im worth coming home to&lt;br&gt;kiss away the night this girl only sleeps with butterflies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;balloons look good from on the ground&lt;br&gt;i fear pins and needles around&lt;br&gt;we may fall and stumble upon the carousel&lt;br&gt;it could take us anywhere&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*ooh* *ooh* so luv it! been singing it for 4 days now!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-7376095737350760014?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/7376095737350760014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=7376095737350760014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7376095737350760014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7376095737350760014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-all-smiles.html' title='I&amp;#39;m all smiles :)'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-696898121917580250</id><published>2008-02-24T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:30:57.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hullo thesis mates! :p</title><content type='html'>hi guys una s lhat congrats sa ating chapters 1-4 at successful nman xa hehe minimal revisions lng! nag pay-off nman ang ating pagpupuyat (na isang beses lng gngwa, night before pasahan), ang pagkwekwentuhan tungkol s ating pagiging feeling, pag inspire sa atin ng hairdo ni jayc, at hindi pagsasalita ng 30 mins (minus the traydoran times hehe) newei eto ung bibliography na gnwa nten dati plus ung mga kelangan ayusin para no prob na taio :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-696898121917580250?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/696898121917580250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=696898121917580250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/696898121917580250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/696898121917580250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hullo-thesis-mates-p.html' title='hullo thesis mates! :p'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8905025779553684001</id><published>2008-02-19T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T05:48:13.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>design and layout as marketing tools</title><content type='html'>una sa lahat mgnda ung pinost ni tin.. ung ipopost ko d2 e ang na research ko sa net pero o strongly suggest na mghnap tau ng buks sa lib kc ung iba na sa net kelangan pa ng adaptation kc hndi solely sa newspaper layout naka-peg aun... tom nlng tingin tau hehe e2 nkita ko... hope this helps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;COLOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designs with a dramatic color can make compelling choices for setting a mood. But reading on a computer screen demands as much contrast as possible, otherwise the reader will develop vision fatigue. You do not want to irritate or tire your visitors in any way or they may leave, so be certain that the main body of your website copy is black writing on a white background - or as close to that ideal as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors also change appearance on different monitors, so what looks cool and calm on one monitor may be bright and glaring on another. Simple works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAPHICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striking, bold graphics can be a real eye-catcher for visitors. Still, successful internet marketers are pretty much unanimous in stating that you should avoid flash graphics as much as possible. Again, they tend to tire visitors eyes or create a distraction from the written copy. Even if they are initially impressed by the work it may subconsciously annoy them. Simplicity is again the best way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYOUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 'fold' of your site is similar to opening a tractional paper letter. If you remove a letter from an envelope that is folded in three, you will obviously view the top 'fold' first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fold is what individuals will see without scrolling down the page. It is CRUCIAL that important elements like descriptive headlines, your contact number, newsletter subscription form etc. all show in the first fold. Do NOT place banners here unless they are the main element of your business as you will be giving prime space to other websites and your customer (which you fought hard to get in the first place) will be gone just as quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the important elements you should be aware of when designing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(web designing toh pero bka pwede alam nio na)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto ung kelangan nten hnapin sa books, i mean ito ang guide nten hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * What makes good design?&lt;br /&gt;    * How do graphic designers communicate meaning using symbols, colours, text, typeface, images, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;    * What is the underlying message in the presentation of the work?&lt;br /&gt;    * How do business and marketing affect graphic design?&lt;br /&gt;    * How do current trends affect graphic design? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examine the layout of the newspaper and determine how it is organized to lead the reader's eye around the page. Arrange for students to design the layout and graphics for the school paper.&lt;br /&gt;	Newspapers, magazines, flyers, advertisements, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Many successful logos incorporate clever use of letters and images. Have students examine many examples of logos in business, industry, the arts, service organizations, etc. How do they differ according to purpose? Focus on business logos. How are logos designed? Use computers to design logos for a company, either real or fictitious. Community involvement with a local business or industry would help to promote the visual art curriculum and benefit both the school and the business. 	Designing Pictorial Symbols by N. Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Choose a business where good design is evident in publicity and advertising materials. Study the ways the graphic designers have presented their ideas. Ask a graphic designer to come to the class and explain the work he or she does, creative processes, the technologies used, where he or she went to school, career options, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posters have been with us for many decades. Look at poster design from a variety of times and places and determine how the artists have successfully communicated the client's information. Students may wish to design a poster to advertise an event that will take place in their school during the year&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8905025779553684001?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8905025779553684001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8905025779553684001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8905025779553684001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8905025779553684001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/02/design-and-layout-as-marketing-tools.html' title='design and layout as marketing tools'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8155655206166524839</id><published>2008-02-11T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:54:50.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ito ung first part ng paper ntin s art app..</title><content type='html'>hehe..senxa na dito kc pinakamadaling i-alert kau.. ;p&lt;br&gt;ay wla ng attach file... enewei, paste ko nlng here... sori sori tlga...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;_ _ _ __ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _  _ _ _ _ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Use of steel in architecture had been making waves since early nineteenth century for its durability and wear-resistance. One of the most famous steel structures is &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:City&gt;’ Eiffel tower and in line with it is &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’ not-so-famous &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;San Sebastian&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; church. The only all steel basilica in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;, or maybe in the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A wee bit of history&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The piece of land in Legarda St. Quiapo, &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:City&gt; where the Basilica Minore de &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;San Sebastian&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; or simply, San Sebstian church stands was donated by Don Bernardino Castillo in 1621. He was a generous patron and well-known devotee of Saint Sebastian thus, naming the church after the aforementioned saint.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Originally the church was not built of steel but of wood instead. However during a Chinese uprising in 1651, the church was burned down. It was rebuilt but was again destroyed by fire. Several reconstructions were done in 1859, 1863, and 1880 due to the church’s ruin caused by fire and earthquakes. The series of the church’s destruction led the then parish priest, Fr. Esteban Martinez to approach Spanish architect Genero Palacios to build a fire and earthquake-resistant church made of steel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It was on June 12, 1888 when the first shipment of prefabricated steel parts from the Societe Anonyme des Enterprises de Travaux Publiques in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;Brussels&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; came for the construction of the proposed all-steel church. Six ships carried the ordered steel parts from &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Belgium&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and was then put together like that of making a Lego&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Century Gothic";"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Two Belgian engineers supervised the construction. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Local artists contributed to the beautification of the church by helping with the finishing touches and artworks. Filipino artist Lorenzo Rocha and his students painted the cross vaults in the ceilings and walls to make it look like it was made of marble and jasper. The holy statues that can be found in the church were carved by Eulogia Garcia. While the only pieces made of wood like the confessionals, the pulpit, and the altars were designed by Lorenzo Guererro. Although the stained glass was imported from a German firm called &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Century Gothic";"&gt;Henri Oidtmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;According to I.M. &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:State w:st="on"&gt;Pei&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, a Chinese-american who visited the country in the late 70’s, the metal works and structure were no less designed by renowned architect Gustave Eiffel. The person behind the Parisian trademark Eiffel tower. Ambeth Ocampo claims of founding proof that Eiffel’s steel manufacturing firm has contributed to the construction of the church. However, no assertions were made whether Eiffel directly designed the church but the idea used in the construction was definitely influenced by Eiffel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The church was raised into the statues of a minor basilica on June 24, 1980 by Pope Leo XIII&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; and was inaugurated on August 15, 1891.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Presidential Decree No. 260 has declared the church as a National Historic Landmark so state funding was accorded for the maintenance and restoration of the church through the National Historic Institute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Also in 1998, the church was listed among the World’s Most Endangered Sites by the World Monuments Watch and just recently on May 16, 2006 it was included in the tentative list of the World Heritage site acknowledging its historical and architectural value.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8155655206166524839?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8155655206166524839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8155655206166524839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8155655206166524839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8155655206166524839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/02/ito-ung-first-part-ng-paper-ntin-s-art.html' title='ito ung first part ng paper ntin s art app..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-3637894439440395722</id><published>2008-01-23T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:18:03.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do Journalism students go from here?</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;They say jobs do not go looking for you and when it does, it must be The Philippine Daily Inquirer. However, can all the aspiring graduates avail of it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Last January 17, the aforementioned publication conducted a seminar titled Career Opportunities in the Media Industry at the Alfredo M. Velayo building of the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceType w:st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; of &lt;st1:PlaceName w:st="on"&gt;Santo Tomas&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It was in part with the publication’s promotion of the job market section in their broadsheet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The seminar proper was graced by John Nery, Rolly Suarez, and Chito San Mateo, whom are all The Philippine Daily Inquirer’s (PDI) staff of status. However, the supposed seminar on the vast array of opportunities open for future media practitioners boiled down to choosing which among the opportunities presented was the best. And that of course is as you guessed it, PDI. It was their job market tour after all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Rolly Suarez, AVP- admin. And Human Relations officer and second among&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the speakers, kiddingly said that he had prepared 2008 reasons why their publication is the best but due to time constraint he cut it down to eight. The said reasons covered all the gratifications a journalist could get like the good salary, the numerous benefits, the chance to rub elbows with big people, the being in the latest events, and most of all the glory of the byline in a national newspaper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After sharing to the audience the luxuries and privileges of working for the said broadsheet, PDI’s marketing officer &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;San Mateo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; started talking about the realities of getting in the field.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In our world today, everything comes with a price. And to be in the Journalism profession does entails sacrifices. &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;San Mateo&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; said that the publication staff is only allowed of two day-offs. The sick leave and the birthday leave. Anyway it’s not that hard to picture out considering the fact that newspapers are produced on a daily basis. And articles from yesterday don’t go published again the other day, that is of certain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Tons of legwork, crunch time work, stress, and lots of writing and thinking are all part of the world that Journalism students want to step into. These are already anticipated but the big question is everyone can do enter it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;San Mateo&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; himself, admitted that vacant positions are quite limited with two slots as the average. To think that annually several colleges and universities that offer the Journalism program bring out at most a hundred graduates each.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Apart from it all, one thing was assured by the speaker for one to be able to make it through. The degree is of course a major factor plus the writing skill but it is always the attitude, work attitude that gets it done. The ability of a journalist to become outstanding among the sea of aspirants and remain that way throughout.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(this was one of our weekly submitted articles for layout class. it may be badly written but i posted it anyway because i feel my message haha conceited ba.. eh truelalie nman yan.. gad summer's fast approaching..haven't passed a resume yet, not even made one.. haha gudlak nman s earth..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 300%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-3637894439440395722?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/3637894439440395722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=3637894439440395722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3637894439440395722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3637894439440395722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-do-journalism-students-go-from.html' title='Where do Journalism students go from here?'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-3966589046570723520</id><published>2008-01-20T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:33:41.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here it is..</title><content type='html'>o para sa batang hndi ma read ung attachment ko s ym hahaha.. o tin..  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-3966589046570723520?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/3966589046570723520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=3966589046570723520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3966589046570723520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3966589046570723520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-it-is.html' title='here it is..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-2127053965098033292</id><published>2008-01-14T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T08:17:32.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things one learn in a day</title><content type='html'>it's been quite some time since i last posted. again, the same alibi, "I got busy" (na sa katotohanan ay isa lamang ka echingan)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway the things i'll be posting here are quite random yet i'll try to keep them in an organized matter different from my mind's current state.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dream.&lt;br&gt;there really is nothing wrong with dreaming. I don't find Don quixote foolish and crazy. I think he was just an old man who got tired of the monotony of life and went out to seek adventure. But, that is what life is suppose to be, ain't it? i mean, as the man puts it "are we content in just sleeping and eating?" that's not life. that is why we should not kill or repress the child in us. (justifying my little obsessions :p) so let's go on dreaming! aja!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hope.&lt;br&gt;while having dinner, dad remembered a homily shared by a priest in a certain mass that they [my mom] attended to. This is a pretty touching story, if it doesn't stir ur emotions you better start looking for your heart u might have dropped it along the way. ok so here is how the story goes (true story to hndi ko imbento hehe), there was a feeding program in some rural area and in order to get a food u must have a ticket that the volunteers provided. however during that program 4 siblings who are not from the place happened to pass by. seeing that a feeding program was taking place the oldest among them, a girl, tried her luck and approached the volunteers. unfortunately, she got there too late because they already ran out of food and are about to leave. she pleaded for leftovers but there wasn't even any except for a single piece of banana. so, they just gave her the banana and they watched her go back to her 3 younger siblings. they prayed for the blessing, she broke the banana into three parts and gave it to her siblings. and for her, she just ate the peelings. awww, my eyes are starting to well up. anyway just like in every story comes the moral lesson part, if they can endure that and still remain hopeful why can't we? we are definitely more blesses, the fact that you are reading this entry means you have access to a computer and if you do then it means you have a lot to spare. (pwede n ako gmwa ng entry sa isang inspirational book haha)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;love is foolishness in childhood.&lt;br&gt;need i say more? another conversation with my single girlfriends slash feeling lonely slash wants to belong sparked the topic. i refuse to say anything more it might consume the whole page and tire you out. now i don't want to do that to you dear reader.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;being poor is not a sin.&lt;br&gt;well you can hear the elites talking shit about people living in a shanty or the slums. and they start accusing them of being eyesores etc. and criminally inclined people. one thing that would explain it all, the lack of opportunities. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok antok n ako..panonoorin ko na ung asawa ko s WM...ukie gots to gos cheerios! :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-2127053965098033292?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/2127053965098033292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=2127053965098033292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2127053965098033292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2127053965098033292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-one-learn-in-day.html' title='things one learn in a day'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-2649789142977933336</id><published>2008-01-07T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:45:07.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis progress report!</title><content type='html'>huwaw! gumaganon sa title akala mo naman andame ng nagawa.. well anyway to make up for my absence today sa pagre-research nio jan sa lib eto ung ngwa ko..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i-attach ko dito ung compilation ng materials from two sources sa net na pinrint ko na para mbsa ko ng mabuti. na pwede nio ring i-print. gnwa ko nrin ang first draft ng chapter 1 at cgurado ako na that is far from good not even close so open na open siya sa lahat ng uri ng panlalait guys. haha pero sna mbsa nio na. may dalawa isa pang source na ok as in kaso di ko alam san tau mkkkuha nito eto siya: On the Deceptive Effectiveness of Labeled and Unlabeled Advertorial formats. Mass Communication and Society, 2001. Vol.4, No.3, pages 265-281. pay per view siya sa internet eh naknampotah..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway ok lng skin kung ako n ggwa ng  chapter 1 pero kailangan ko ng materials for sources aside sa mga nandito skin. tpos tulong tulong na tayo sa chap. 2. pero sa paggawa ko ng chap. 1 kelangan ko rin ung mga opinion nio at suggestion kaya sabihin nio na lahat ng gusto nio sabhin ngayun pa lang hahaha kaya bshin nio ung draft. kung may gusto ipabago and ipadagdag just lemme know okie?! kung may super violent reaaction sbhin din haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ayun cheerios!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-2649789142977933336?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/2649789142977933336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=2649789142977933336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2649789142977933336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2649789142977933336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/01/thesis-progress-report.html' title='Thesis progress report!'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8084310669843341450</id><published>2008-01-05T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:13:13.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis update</title><content type='html'> hola! oi wag nio sbhin na may C syndrome nnman ako hahaha.. well anyway nag browse na ako s net today for reading materials. bago ko pa mawala ung scratch paper na pinaglgyan ko ng notes at bago humulas sa isip ko illgay ko na dito isulat mo nlng seng sa "logbook" nten haha yess may gnun pa o.. anyway di na tau pwede pla magcontent analysis kc may gmwa na pero pwede pa rin pla gawin natin Philippine version wla kc study ng gnun sa pinas eh. bsta sa mga nabasa ko advertorials do not mislead (yung ating hypothesis sana kung effects ang ggwin natin) they do not mislead, they deceive. pag content analysis yan ang i pro-prove nten na deceiving cla ang kaso...parehas may gmwa na ng study, so ang kailangan nten gawin ngaun ay basahin ang mga ito, kilatisin at hanapin ang research gap na dapat i-fill. oo nga pla pati pag define ng border between advertising and deceiving through advertorials may gmawa na... soo.. pero again lhat american newspapers based.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pinaka ok sa lahat eh ito: Newspaper Research Journal by Glen Cameron and Ju-Pak in 2000, Ifnormation pollution? Labelling and format of advertorials. (i-google nio nlng)&lt;br&gt;isa pa: &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://gradethenews.org/dreamhost%20files/pagesfolder/Deception.htm"&gt;Is it News or is it Advertising?&lt;/a&gt; (hindi siya formal study kaya ok hahahaha)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;eto naman study about effectiveness ng advertising in newspapers, ok din siya pwedeng pang RRL: Qualitative Effects of Newspapers on Advertising effectiveness (google nlng ule)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nabasa ko na yang tatlong yan at mukhang madami taung mkukuha jan kaya ok din. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'un ang update ko kc di nga ako pumunta ngayon sa pagre-research nio ni tin sa lib, nahiya naman ako (kung meron man ako nun) ayan.kailangan n tlga ntin mag trabaho hehe.. reply dito.. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s. soxal na tau dati yg lng (parating gutom) ngaun multiply na ha hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8084310669843341450?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8084310669843341450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8084310669843341450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8084310669843341450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8084310669843341450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/01/thesis-update.html' title='Thesis update'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-9039903777989776791</id><published>2008-01-01T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:38:25.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>start anew??</title><content type='html'>oh my it's already the 2nd of January which means tomorrow classes will resume! ayun 2 paper pa lang sa retorika ang nggwa ko and there's still 2 more to go! as for the reaction paper in Art app. ahhhhmmm pending? haha ngayon pa lang ako manonood ng movie kmusta naman sa earth? i still stay up so late watching tv or watching AGAIN my korean series here or just chatting the night away with my sister or mom or whoever wants to talk to me..haha &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/bat.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in a nutshell, ayun sloth.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt; haha lamon here and there doing nothing. imagine i gained 10 lbs. in just two weeks?? yah i know you won't notice it because i'm still inexplicably thin but hey i'm getting heavier by the minute.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;not all new years means changes. it's just like reaching the starting point in a marathon race which signifies another lap to run. thus, i continue with my old routines or rather, i drop the old word there. just go on with my routines, still do the things i love and have to do. hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hay again i have travel for hours everyday to get to and from school. wish it was like sakre na pag trip niyo ay pwedeng gawing walking distance. by the way, i got myself another organizer to keep me track of my activities and in a way to keep me organized as how it was meant to do. haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;however, i do got promises to hopefully keep upon the opening of the year.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt; I promise to cut down on my tv consumption. you know what they say about the evil black box. I promise to give my body enough sleep (which i bet will be the hardest to keep unless i put a but..:p and so..) but that is if i don't have a "rush" thing to do.. hehe and also i will try and not promise to  keep my temper.. hay pag April celebrant talaga topakin daw. i feel sorry for the people here in our house who always have to cope with my topak for the day especially my mom. alabshooo mommy! and ok ok to take away the grudges i've been keeping. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so there, Happy New Year to everyone!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cocktail.png"&gt; cheers to another beginning!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;aw aw aw - tahol ng askal&lt;br&gt;woof woof - tisoy na aso&lt;br&gt;arf arf - cross breed askal tyaka tisoy&lt;br&gt;ack ack ack  - german amp&lt;br&gt;guao guao - espanol perro&lt;br&gt;bat ko nilagay un? wla lng naisip ko lang. bawal angal. nakikibasa ka na lang!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-9039903777989776791?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/9039903777989776791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=9039903777989776791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/9039903777989776791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/9039903777989776791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-anew.html' title='start anew??'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8516032505257009970</id><published>2007-12-19T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:40:17.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanity..not!</title><content type='html'>what's your problem? everyone has one right?! right? mine you might say is shallow but what the heck it's my problem not yours.. ok didn't make sense back there..oh well..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;way back in highschool i was diagnosed with this certain skin disorder.. sebhorric dermatitis if you haven't heard of it..well too bad for you and worse for me.. i dreaded the two moths that that thing had become so evident that i barely wanted to go out of our house or even go to school. i tried so many medications but my skin was so sensitive so i had to discard them all. the things that the dermatologist prescribed gave me rashes and stuff.. 'twas really depressing..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;fortunately, a steroid cream did the trick. and it went off. i thought it was over. after three years of medication i decided to stop using the cream because of the steroid content. but then it comes back for vengeance. oh my.. i need those hydrocortisones (sorry for the technical terms, u knoe derm jargons) but the brand that i was looking for was nowhere to be found. i told myself that i should not use it anyway so that i could outgrow it. but its reappearance is inevitable and that is when i found out the horror of it... there is no cure for this. it was genetic, and dermatologists don't even know what causes it. another thing, only steroid creams can control it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;wtf? that is my dillemma..its not right to use those creams with steroid content because it affects the brain but it leaves me with no choice... fcuk this, i'm not being vain 'coz im not one in the first place but hey my confidence is going down the drain.. i need a cure that hasn't been found yet..it sucks..&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8516032505257009970?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8516032505257009970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8516032505257009970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8516032505257009970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8516032505257009970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/12/vanitynot.html' title='vanity..not!'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8755876737240286409</id><published>2007-12-19T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:20:15.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer..</title><content type='html'>again napakasaya ko dahil may telephone na ule! woohoo! shit, i thought i was gonna die of boredom this christmas break because PLDT told us that it will take them 3 weeks to fix whatever it is that needs to be fixed. i know christmas time is high time for all sorts of things pero naman wag nio (pitik kable gang) na ipakilo ung mga kable ng pldt..hehe ung sa bayantel naman haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;almost 2 mos. have passed swiftly this semester and i can say that it's not going ryt. maybe because all those time i was looking forward to the break that i never felt the need to take my academics seriously. but i don't want to talk about school stuff today. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oo nga pala, we had our first ever christmas party at Niccolo's house err mansion? ayun we were late because i came late to our agreed meeting time hehe.. that was because i had a hard time choosing what to wear. haay i know that was lame but we had fun! imagine after that tiring party wherein we left at around 2am eh nagbyahe pa kami to las pinas to spend the night at joseinne's house. ayun it was my first time to ride an ordinary killer bus saya saya! when we got there we still had the energy to sing! talagang videoke the night away haha singing "cool" songs like itsumo, you treat me like a rose, kaba and an F4 song with choreography pa! haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as of now, im stucked here at home doing nothing. palamunin nnman ako. a friend of mine was inviting me to make pasyal daw (xet konyo haha..) eh di ko alam ssbhin ko..shyness ako eh, after all its been a year (if my memory did not fail me) since we last saw each other kaya aun..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, meron pala akong mga to-do things this break dahil walang patawad ang mga professors.at ang pinaka nakakaintrigang assignment ay ang sa photojrn hay.. 12 shots ng banyo? find beauty in it daw.. hmm di ko pa nman gamay ung cam ko.. i tend to forget all those rules about the aperture and shutter speeds.. oo nga pala we had our first plate in photography but since we have to deal with films here i can't post them here in multiply. tutal it's not that good naman halatang novice. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that's it for now, inupdate ko lng tong multiply ko mtgal tgal kc akong nawala sa circulation potah kc ang pldt eh :p&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8755876737240286409?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8755876737240286409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8755876737240286409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8755876737240286409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8755876737240286409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/12/bummer.html' title='bummer..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-4179009467349686852</id><published>2007-11-19T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:37:28.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the library is weird..hmmmm..</title><content type='html'>naknambugi... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i know, i know, there are 30,000 students who also need those notable books but what the heck! at least give the borrower enough time to make use of the book! naman...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;look i borrowed last night 3 books, divine comedy, La vita Nuova, and madame Bovayne. we hurriedly checked out the books and left. while waiting for dinner to be served i checked on the books' due dates. at kamusta naman, bukas na due ung divine comedy, for the others well at least within the week. PERO, ano ba tingin nila sa divine comedy maikling tula?? short story? how can you expect a normal human being without an abstract comprehending machine in my brain to fully grasp the divine comedy? the fact that it was transtlated in old english? english nga mahirap na, old english pa.. anak naman talaga ng tinapa..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tama c maam hmmmm, the library is strange..hmmmm... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;actually, ang ipinuputok lng naman ng buchi ko dito ay wala ako pasok today so overdue ung book so i'll have to pay up for my failure to return it on time. ganun ka bigat ang 5 pesos haha.. but anyway everyone paid up for their library fees so i guess it is the library's obligation to purchase more copies of in demand books like the divine comedy to prevent shortages.. scarcity na nga ng books suuper luma pa. i fear that once i flip on a page, if i pinch the paper too tight it will turn into ashes haha.. pati nga yang storng states weak societies na yan bumili na rin sila ng madaming copies, khit pa ba sa e-bay nila bilhin yaman yaman nila eh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to be wise is free, to be knowledgeable comes with a price.. (ewan ko naisip ko lng yan so as of now may copyright ko hehe pero kung may nakaisip na pla nian before edi hndi na.. :p)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, as of the moment, I'm trying my very best to finish "hell" with 34 cantos. and in all fairness, i'm getting the hang of it na...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-4179009467349686852?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/4179009467349686852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=4179009467349686852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/4179009467349686852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/4179009467349686852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/11/library-is-weirdhmmmm.html' title='the library is weird..hmmmm..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-5133061122364171084</id><published>2007-11-18T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:27:44.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school stuff!</title><content type='html'>sorry for not being consistent with the posting thing..even though i really want to pimp my page here and post lotsa pics and blog entries, i just could'nt because I'm too lazy for that hehe.. but anyway i'll try to keep up with my contacts who religiously posts the events in their day-to-day life.. (so much for the introduction eh?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the second semester for our junior academic year offcially started last Nov.7. an estimate of two weeks have gone by already and christmas break is not too distant! wahahaha! well, i can say that this semester will again be "duguan" hahaha..kc naman our set of professors for the sem looks like they will really give us a hard time, which is expected of them. so far, ano ba ang mga kakaaliw na kwents sa skul??&lt;br&gt;*the subject I'm most excited about is photojourn, yet we haven't met our professor yet pero today is monday and photojourn is scheduled today so hopefully we get to meet him na. and also art app.&lt;br&gt;*our Pol Dy prof. set a fad in class, the gigantic nametags (which i think only applies to djosa's! peace prend!) oh and by the way, i think he LOVES to do recitations so i'll try blending into my seat for a semester..&lt;br&gt;*we have a really intimidating prof in Lit (French, Russian lit?) see, i like how she talks about stuff, alam mong magaling xa eh pero the more one admires her intelligence the more you get scared..&lt;br&gt;*and we have Eros back! the guy who claims that H.P is gay! luurve sir eros he's really good. and i'm pretty excited about out course Retorika, i think i need this ti fill my lack of poetical stance.. X ) he is also planning to "kidnap" our class for the launching of his second book after Manwal ng Napapagal&lt;br&gt;*and my beloved sir cuartero who will again give us sleepless nights for our weekly articles and a possible second edition magazine! HUWAAAT! leg work, leg work, interviews, type, think..no sleep!! even though that is the case i still like sir cuarts. :)&lt;br&gt;*sir opiniano for thesis...the word is becoming part of our vocabulary na sbi nga ni jayc.. we'll see if our thesis will progress, KAMI PA?! tamad hahaha&lt;br&gt;*y senora Ferrer. Nosotros profesora en espanol. we had to memorixe the oraciones y el himno nacional. thus we get LSS of "..tierra adorada hija del sol de oriente, su fuego ardiente en ti latiendo esta, tierra de amores del heroismo cuna, los invasores, no te hollaran jamas.. en tu azul ciel......" hope the song gets stucked in your head.. hehe I'm spreading a disease dahling.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;speaking of a song that gets stucked in your head, i want to talk about Rezo Seress' Gloomy sunday.. the song is beautifully sad.. especially the one with no lyrics, the purely musical one. it cause a stir of emotions in you, as they put it the song speaks to you and i think it brings out every repressed emotion that makes you feel sad and stuff.. but not to the point of commiting suicide unless the person listening is too fragile and have suicidal tendencies.. in that case, i don't recomment the song. i know that the story behind that may seem to be nothing more than an urban legend but anyhow the song really has something about it. really.. i mean it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well this had been long enough. oh and classes were suspended last...err.. thursday? not sure but we since there's no class we just watched One more chance haha charing lng, Beowulf ("I am beowulf dung! I will kill gyud monster!" - bisayang beowulf) anyway its soo maganda nakaka dismaya nga lng kc natakpan ng kuko, if you know what i mean and dhil suuuper hot nung "anak ni beowulf" ahhh kaka lungkot tlga.. i need a boylet haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that's it maliligo na ako at baka ma-late nnman ako.. have to make it to my 12pm class! PHOTOJOURN!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-5133061122364171084?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/5133061122364171084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=5133061122364171084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5133061122364171084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5133061122364171084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/11/school-stuff.html' title='school stuff!'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-7176585374341791879</id><published>2007-11-04T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T16:59:50.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s. get there safe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/Ry5pxAoKCncAAGrKIrY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sad today. I mean we, including every member in our family. see a dog of ours died this morning, his name is Bruno.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/dog.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bruno has been sick for almost two weeks. he was diagnosed to have "distemper," you might not be familiar with the term but for the record the vet said that only a few get to survive the disease. i will not go into details on how it destroyed his health but he sure was in a pitiful state. the vet suggested euthanasia but of course we cannot agree, i was the one who talked to her [vet] and i asked her to just give me the list of medicines that he would need.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ry5pxAoKCncAAGrKIrY1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ry5pxAoKCncAAGrKIrY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ry5pxAoKCncAAGrKIrY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;we decided to keep Bruno in our house and there give him medication. since my sister is a nursing student, she was the one who put our dog on dextrose. (hope i said and spelled that right) anyway i think that made him last for a couple of days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and this morning... well its not hard to guess what came next. i cried a little, but when i first heard the news from my mom who woke me up in the early morn' i wasn't that sad because i prayed the night before to God that if Bruno is gonna make it, to please show us some good signs of recovery but if not well you know.. so i guess, Bruno is tired already of his condition and had to rest. at least we did not took his life (euthanasia)&lt;a href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ry5pxAoKCncAAGrKIrY1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;he had just been with us for a few years, 3 or 4 years. but he was such a nice doggie and really very cute. i remember when he would knock on the french window when we are having lunch or dinner and would ask for some bread. how we would patiently sit to get a reward. how he would make such funny sounds when you are playing with him. how he hates when chubby takes a poop in front of him. and how he loves to hug you or sleep on your lap when you come to see him. he was such a sweet dog. awww that made me sad again.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ry5pxAoKCncAAGrKIrY1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway i hope he is in a nice place now. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/camera.png"&gt; here some pics of him when he was still&lt;a href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ry5qZgoKCncAAHPs0TA1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 136px; height: 139px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ry5qZgoKCncAAHPs0TA1/bunik.jpg?et=uxUJe7ZQQ8aQBNQeBhhJWA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a puppy,&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ry5pxAoKCncAAGrKIrY1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ry5qIwoKCncAAHABX-Q1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 131px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ry5qIwoKCncAAHABX-Q1/bruni.jpg?et=07BSLreJ3YiA5YB0zC9xoA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="width: 179px; height: 131px;" class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.krnavelaconnoiseur.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ry5pxAoKCncAAGrKIrY1/brun.jpg?et=PbePujsbWUxa3oAFgNWAiA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#1 lying on his mommy's tummy  #2 sleeping on the couch      #3 just looking cute! :)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-7176585374341791879?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/7176585374341791879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=7176585374341791879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7176585374341791879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7176585374341791879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/11/ps-get-there-safe.html' title='p.s. get there safe..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-2136106478684218082</id><published>2007-10-13T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:06:47.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow..</title><content type='html'>and there goes again that tomorrow thing.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;totoo nga na, it kinda sucks sometimes that we always live each day for tomorrow. hypocrite ung magsasabing "ako la ako pakealam bukas" not true, everyone does live for tomorrow and the next and so on and so forth. cguro nga mas masaya if we could just live a day just for the day as in super carefree..&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;kaso di ganun eh&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;. part na ata ng takbo ng cosmos un.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it makes me wonder why people are so obsessed with the future. everything we do is accorded to what will happen tomorrow. we study for the future, we live this day right pra ok tomorrow. we prepare for days to come etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero my take on this matter is..wla naman patutunguhan yung gaitong pagtatanong. recurring ang questions pero wla nman clear answers bukod sa "eh ganun tlaga ang buhay" there really are some things that we can't change.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/clock.png"&gt;hai madaling araw na matutulog na ako magsisimba pa kme bukas. tyaka magta-type pa ako ng extended feature pra may ma-ipass sa monday para ok ang grade sa upcoming clearance day para swabe ang takbo sa enrollment day para makapasok ule ng second sem at matapos ang 3rd yr ng makapag 4th yr at mtpos sa college pra makapag work sa future. nice one.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-2136106478684218082?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/2136106478684218082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=2136106478684218082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2136106478684218082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/2136106478684218082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/10/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-7373336942436205540</id><published>2007-09-19T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:35:12.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over and over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family: comic sans ms;" size="2"&gt;i know this is not the right time to be posting about f-ing things, especially with the crammed up schedules.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;you know me, i am strong, i don't go for the cheesy stuff. i am the fist that knocks over your head when you are foolishly doing something for "it." my friends, if you're reading these, you probably know what I'm saying. jaycee says that it's because i fear confronting such kind of stuffs, but the truth of the matter is ,even though people are now labelling me as the "hater" (which is only partly true) that i'm just really a very discreet person (o take that!) i just want to keep things to myself... and at this moment,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i feel reeeallly stuuupid.. really verry stupid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_down.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;shit joyce what's up with you? you keep sticking to old things.. i told myself that i HAVE to be smart on this matter.. the problem is, i know everything, every little con..yet still&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i'm too damn BOBO &lt;/span&gt;(certified bobo) to fall for the same trick.. i can't take a step further 'coz i don't want to leave the spot without a footprint or maybe because i am secretly hoping to take the mud with me (naknampucha mud nman tlga eh noh)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i fell for that one again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so pathetic. i was actually making it through but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this f-ing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"pekopon" &lt;/span&gt;keeps popping in the scene!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/bat.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;omg..again.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;for the nth time&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; i'm making it official to STOP anything... (how weird is that? you make one same thing official several times..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;you are all bullcrap.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you are the best and worst example&lt;/span&gt;. you ruined ideals, you distorted the good image that is why i never knew what it was and that was all i ever known. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i hate you.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i hate you for making me feel stupid. or if my assumption was true, for using me. i hate you because you are so hateful. i'm not taking back a word i said. i hate myself because i never learned. all shit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;that's what i call enlightenment!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-7373336942436205540?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/7373336942436205540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=7373336942436205540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7373336942436205540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7373336942436205540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/09/over-and-over.html' title='over and over..'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-6541118237352371375</id><published>2007-09-15T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:22:30.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggables</title><content type='html'>ok so nasa mood ako mag post..haha.. to compensate to my whining posts about how shitty school is..i'll talk about "bloggable" things..hehe eto ay mga kwentong baha sa espanya. a little amusing but what does these really imply? you do your own thinking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;#1 umulan sa manila, so ang royal pontifical eklavu eh nagkaroon nnman ng fishpond. at ang kahabaan ng espanya naging ilog. nagsimulang magtampisaw ang mga bata. naaliw ang mga estudyante ng nasabing unibersidad at kinuhanan sila ng litrato gamit ang mga celpon (kabilang kami dun) ang mga lokong bata nag exhibition pa. nakakaaliw. nakakaawa.&lt;br&gt;#2 dahil sa baha, walang jeepney, kailangan maglakad pauwi. kakaunti lng ang matataas na lugar na hindi naabot ng baha, para makaiwas sa paglusong sa baha may mga plywood na nagsilbing mga munting tulay. ito ay gawa ng mga taong tambay lang sa kalye. tawid ka sa halagang tatlong piso. krisis. maparaan. pera yan. mautak, pilipino.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oo nga pala may phone na ule ako pagkatapos itong majupet ng kung cno man sa skul. ayun lng..hai nakaka paranoid tuloy, lagi ko check kung andun pa phone ko.&lt;br&gt;we are very much  familiar with this signs: DO NOT LEAVE YOUR VALUABLES UNATTENDED. so true.. :p&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-6541118237352371375?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/6541118237352371375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=6541118237352371375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6541118237352371375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6541118237352371375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/09/bloggables.html' title='bloggables'/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-5824283122346101994</id><published>2007-09-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:02:19.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plight of the no-good writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    omg..here i am again getting depressed over my grades..and my bangs (anu ba yan ang sakit sa bangs!) &lt;br&gt;    I am to give an update of my uber hectic life, this time I'm not exaggerating. the semester is coming to a close, which could also mean aside from the semestral break, tons of requirements to cap off the sem. i can feel it now, all hell will break loose.&lt;br&gt;    to give you an idea of how things are doing, i'll show you the list of the "to-do" things for academic reasons alone: (this could also serve as my personal reminder)&lt;br&gt;-thesis in Filipino (in Tagalog of course) &lt;br&gt;- A literary Journalism paper, wherein we do our own reserach for a good story and all that stuff&lt;br&gt;- a 52 paged glossy magazine of substance (take note of substance) that would include all original feature articles and photos of ours. also lotsa lotsa legwork to far off places and chasing VIP sources. and the publishing of course which would surely cost us some bucks. oh and don't forget the all night lay-outing (wait that didn't sound right..who cares?!)&lt;br&gt;- a special presentation of Mahabharata for our classic lit. class&lt;br&gt;- searching the archives section of every published article that might contain a relation or comparison whatsoever with any element of classic literatures. and a critique paper on that.&lt;br&gt;- a research paper on gender differences regarding their olfactory sense.&lt;br&gt;- another experiment about ESP which will be followed by another reserach paper.&lt;br&gt;- a hamster experiment, you know the kind where you train the hamster how to get out of a measly maze. why can't we just put a string around its neck and drag it to the exit. grr many people loves putting you into shit.&lt;br&gt;- an 8-paged almost broadsheet sized newspaper. since i was on the news section, I'll have to hound the news myself - - legwork.&lt;br&gt;- article due for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journalese. &lt;/span&gt;(I've done this one already)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so many things to do with such a little time. we barely have four weeks to finish all that. so guys, pls don't be surprised if you happen to see me walking aimlessly on the streets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;just when i thought that was too much, there was more...&lt;br&gt;since things are getting really stressful, i decided to have my long hair cut. unfortunately, that stupid biatch gave me super short and thick bangs which i didn't ask him to do so. and so, now i feel more stressed because i'll have to take care of another things and that is my stupidly sported bangs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at syempre ang grades ko kay patatas.. i mean, my news articles are not good enough for him. i know that i don't participate well in his class because he bores me with his egocentric discussions but...no but's. i guess i'm just not good enough. this is so frustrating, im already  a junior in this course, yet still i don't seem good enough. sometimes i do, other times, not. there is no consistency, no assurance. my self-esteem is depleting. i'm doing well in other subjects but in that particular subject which is one of my majors.. oh no i don't even want to think about it. i don't want to flunk in his subject.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as of now, I'm desperately trying to relax by surfinng the net at 1:38 am..how's that for relaxation?! hai.. joycee aja!&lt;br&gt;"this too shall pass, like everything in the world.." - matchbox twenty, Last Beautiful girl&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2nd Tuesday: I'll talk about Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;mood: good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;prang format lng ng Tuesdays with Morrie noh..haha.. that's because i had to read that book all over again for the sake of my preliminary exam in feature writing.. and speaking of preliminary exams, i just want to say that, Egay you made me happy and sad at the same time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you cancelled our preliminary exams last week!! and now we are bombarded with 3 exams, including dreadful psychology, and a make-up class (which i assume will be very boring) in classic literature this week, i mean tomorrow. anyway i don't want to talk about my academic matters for the moment..i want to talk about my recent troubles.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;first, we were tasked to make a confession article (pantastek, da word is bery strong! - mayor rap ku) and i was deeply troubled (tlgang ganun..) because i don't have a story worth telling. you see, i don't really have problems as in problems-that-will-change-your-life sort if thing. i was contented with everything that happened in my life. things went smoothly for me. good thing, everytime the deadline of that article draws closer a super typhoon comes to visit the Philippines, and so CHED declares no classes! *whoot* *whoot* but then i would still submit that paper, they were just delaying my agony (agony tlga eh noh?!) haha kalokohan.. syempre drama lng un pra may epeks hehe.. so i sat down and contemplated..wushoo.. *ting* (&lt;-lightbulb) that's it! my problem is that i don't have a problem and that it's hard to make a problem! i started typing it and it only reached two pages (lame..) and it wasn't even a bit interesting.. so i tried to be serious (tried really hard..) and found out that i don't have problems because i never ventured into somethings that might result to such. just like what Joseinne said, i never left my comfort zone. i don't want complicated things. everything must be in order, like moving by the hands of the clock. result: sacrifice small dreams for a larger dream - peaceful soul. but i guess that won't take me anywhere and I'd be missing out a lot in life. i really wanted to expound my narration about this but that would be like posting my confessions for the public to know ryt?! haha..after i solved my first problem, which is to make an article, now i have to do with another one which is to try taking risks and experience spontaneity. hai lyf, people can never be contented tlga.  second, my leg still hurts once in a while (andun pren ung bukol!! P@*^$% ka manong!) naku mmya may crack pla ung bone ko tpos lumala siya! pag nakita ko tlga c manong motorbike gugulpihin ko siya!  third, i'm sitting in front of the computer since the moment i woke up today at 8am and i'm still here rummaging on the keyboard posting this blog and i have three exams tom, and i still haven't studied for psychology and spanish.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-4024509894175515758?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/4024509894175515758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=4024509894175515758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/4024509894175515758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/4024509894175515758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/08/2nd-tuesday-ill-talk-about-fears-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-6606858658403197683</id><published>2007-07-18T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:04:00.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;system breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know it's been a long time since my last entry. well as you know, i've been busy with tons of schoolwork (now that may be a little too exaggerated?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyway, i start off by telling you that our professor in feature writing class requires a different feature article every week. it was a bit tiring but I am obliged to do so. unfortunately, I got sick. and soI say, getting sick is sooo not good. yeah i get to stay in bed and just watch tv but when you're having the chills, tv is no longer entertaining. your parents buy you all your favorite foods, even though you want to pig out on it you can't. they all taste bland, very frustrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But the thing i hate the most, is not being able to do the things i have to do!! I was suppose to do legwork for my newsfeature article but since i got sick, i was bedridden for 2 days (&lt;- kung maka describe kala mo na stroke eh noh!) and now here I am waiting for the interviewee, i had to skip litjrn for today and hopefully make it in time for sir kuartero's class. i hate this. i think i'm gonna be sick again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so kids, stay healthy! eat your veggies, take your vitamins religiously. ok i'm not serious with eating the veggies, that's terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Also, the first day I got sick (Monday) I thought it was going to be a wonderful day. I had my hair curled! but that day was a total disaster! i got caught in a heavy traffic and was late for my 8:00 class..though my friend told me that the professor didn't check the attendance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My sister also told me that my brain is getting boiled by the minute i was having a very high fever (39.6 my dear friends) and i'm starting to believe her. I don't think it is functioning well right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well this had been gibberish enough, i better stop. i promise to post about something not about me next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-6606858658403197683?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/6606858658403197683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=6606858658403197683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6606858658403197683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6606858658403197683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/07/system-breakdown-i-know-its-been-long.html' title=''/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-8450145531393127371</id><published>2007-06-07T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:20:40.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conformity = Stupidity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;on one hand, I am a private citizen of the RP, I abide by the rule of law. oh by the way, no criminal record and the likes. but, in several occassions i detested conformity because of the lack of rationale in doing so. Hours ago, me and my friend Tina were debating with the security guard in front of the seminary gym to let us in to pay for our tuition even though we are in civilian attire. given the fact that they were just following orders, don't they have their own minds to take situations into consideration. okay we're wrong in one point that we wore civilian attires instead of our regualr uniform but what difference does it make? we have our valid school id's with us, we have our registration forms? the guard does not understand that we were in that attire because we were supposed to pay at the main building, or so we thought, that's why. but no, he was so firm to just let us come back tomorrow when we already have the large amount of cash in our bags? to conclude this pestering story, i now believe that "ang taong makulet, makakapasok din." I guess because we are too persistent they gave up..wahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;on the other hand, what's the deal with conformity? yeah to maintain peace and order we have to follow rules and regulations and do what everyone else does. but why do so if you find no logic in it? i mean we are granted freewill and commonsense. rules should have proper reasoning and it must be open to unexpected circumstances. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has to be in keeping with the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just like our constitution and other stuffs. we must keep in mind that change indeed is the only constant thing in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;today was a LUCKY day for tina and me. we had free shakes and we got our way through the "korni" guard. ahhh the power of charm..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-8450145531393127371?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/8450145531393127371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=8450145531393127371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8450145531393127371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/8450145531393127371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/06/conformity-stupidity-on-one-hand-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-5605141914874139834</id><published>2007-05-23T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:33:21.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and you call yourself a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i was so pissed off last night. today, while i was browsing through several friendster accounts i found this satirical prayer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dear Goddess, you pregnant slut who scorns all mediocre longing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i pray that you will inspire all the compassionate rascals communing with this prayer to love their enemies just in case their friends turn out to be jerks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;provoke them to throw away or give away all the things they own that encourage them to believe that they are better than anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;show them how much fun it is to brag about what they cannot do and do not have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;most of all goddess, brainwash them with your freedom so that they never love their own pain more than  anyone else's pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Zelle's "about me" in her profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;what the heck?! ugh, i just love that prayer, suits me well. that is my prayer for today regarding last night, although i prayed for "you" last night. i wish you get to read this and absorb this but i doubt that you could. i was so nice, kind, helpful to you all these years ungrateful bitch. you never had pure intentions, i know, you know that all along. hindi ko sinusumbat lahat to sayo pero i always did good things for you bec. we were friends. or so i thought. you don't deserve that title anymore. i finally gave up, i let everything pass way back but not this time. so, dear acquaintance, hope you do some soul searching and an honest look at yourslef. i chose not to be "another one" of those who mock you bec. i don't want to hurt you and because i considered you, once, as a friend. that's all i have to say for now. and things cannot be undone. however, i will not treat you cruely like an enemy. i pity you that's it.&lt;br /&gt;before i cap this off i have one last personal prayer for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;please, learn that insecurity is a deadly disease that kills your own soul silently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-5605141914874139834?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/5605141914874139834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=5605141914874139834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5605141914874139834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/5605141914874139834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-you-call-yourself-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-1291953704054607319</id><published>2007-05-10T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T07:31:03.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END OF THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;waahh striking title in bold letters.. i feel like some fraud prophet here. well, i said that because my friend asked me over the phone if it's raining in our place and i said yeah because obviously it is. hehe. and he told me that it is an effect of Global warming. i asked if the icebergs in the extreme north and south are melting, and he answered that "no, its just that the end of the world is near." i kind of believed him but on a second thought, yes it is unlikely to rain during summer but aren't may rains usual? i mean it always rains on the first or second week of May. well that is a sort of urban legend, the blessed rains in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, the subject of death. so what if it's the end of the world? would i fear dying? if, and only if the end of the world would come to an end and everything, evryone would die what is there to fear? we should always remember that as little waves we should not fear reaching the shore, for we are just  small waves. we are not just waves, we are part of the ocean. &lt;-morrie dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this post was totally nonsensical. just a phone conversation and a lame bewildered thought. now i understand when people say blogging is stupid because not everything posted is worth telling the whole world. :p i'm bored....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-1291953704054607319?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/1291953704054607319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Internet generation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read an article in Reader's digest entitled, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youth Gone Wired&lt;/span&gt;, well its about the effects of internet to youth. i agree to most of the facts presented there, let's just say it is so true. in one way, internet is good because it is an easier, faster form of communication. some students even do group projects over yahoo messenger, hehe sounds familiar eh?! also, internet paves way for self expression, you know the likes. e.g, blogs, personal pages etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the bad side. internet grants limitless freedom. one can do, say whatever they can do with the internet. however, some people abuses this "freedom" and takes it to another level. this i call "wrong use of freedom." most teenagers use this to exploit themselves. unbelievably true. even 12-year-olds expose their puppies on the net to serve as bait for some pervertive, too "excited" guys.  some introverts also bawl and throw all their frustrations, angst and rants on the internet. i'm not saying that they do not have the right to do so because they are introverts, i even think that it's a good thing that they get to have a sort of outlet for their thoughts or else they'll just snap and lose it. but, the negative notion here is they will be stucked to just expressing themselves over technology's gift and remain as timid as ever. this could also breed more grudges in their hearts and make them do weird things. scaryyyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i would not set myself aside. i, too, am an internet user. bloggers think that every thought and ponderings of their is worth telling the world. when most of the time they are not and that other people don't really care. just like what i do hehe..don't be hypocrites guys ok. oh that also includes Friendster, Myspace bulletin posters. hai at least i don't do that, what the heck guys just keep your cheesy heartbreaking stories to yourselves ok. well, i'm not surprised some studies says that the trend now is the "me, me , media." everyone wants to be a star in their own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not the least, the internet is a portal to multiple personalities. not the psycho related thing ok. you know, people uses the net as a mask and they can create a different person with themselves and live different lives. i know one story about this, freakingly weird. anyway, i think this should not be the case. this feature encourages people to live in an unreal world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; born in this generation. we are corks in the system, it is inescapable but this doesn't mean we don't have a choice. we can use it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;properly&lt;/span&gt;, and i mean  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;properly&lt;/span&gt;. hah, i feel like an old lady making a righteous speech. yeesh. anyway 'nuff of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-262259033363338070?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/262259033363338070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=262259033363338070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/262259033363338070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;di nga?! haha..it's been a while since my last post. just wanna post some rants regarding the recent news on tv. ung killer "DAW" ni Julia Campbell, shoot, sinong niloloko niya? he is totally unbelievable. kung ikaw ba killer would you confess everything even the description kung pano mo pinatay with a clear head? i mean kalmadong explanation? duh! well, that's how far money can take you i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voting public, listen ya'll, kapag binigyan kau ng kandidato ng bag, shoes at notebook, iboboto nio na ung taong yun? c'mon can't we be any wiser. hindi na tayo nadala, ano mahirap ang buhay? asus, akala ko ba magaling ang mga Pilipino sa panlalamang? edi lamangan ung mga kumag na kandidatong un. kunin nio ung bngay nila tpos wag nio iboto noh. hai naku the sick and twisted value of debt of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 million lang...f-ing... hoi migz zubiri na feeling zorro. kumag kb? anong 40 million pa LANG ang nggastos mo? tanga kb, 1 million nga halos himatayin na ung mga taong nananalo sa laban o bawi as if secured na buong buhay nia tpos ni la-lang mo lang ang 40M? you gotta be kidding me. clearly corrupt ka men...corrupt.. (btw, source: Isang Tanong, at GMA7 yay kapuso ako noh.. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paksyet nasusuka na ako sa pangalan ni Kris sa tv... e ano naman kung pinasuso na nia ung anak nila ni James? normal naman un pwera nlng kung ginto ung gatas ni kris.. o kaya pagdede nung bata sabi niya: pwe! mami ilan na nakagawa nito sau? lasa ng kape! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lighter side naman... current addiction ko ay: Hana Yori Dango?! the unbelievable shift from the Korean craze to Japanese.. arigato..the flavor of live... di mo gets? ok lng. i understand. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-6661583178252587716?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/6661583178252587716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=6661583178252587716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6661583178252587716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6661583178252587716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/05/social-awareness.html' title=''/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-9204448186715286138</id><published>2007-04-18T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:56:23.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cartons, boxes, kahon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ang weird noh, bilog ang mundo pero buong buhay natin puro kahon. pagkapanganak mo kahon [crib], buong buhay mo magtatrabaho ka para mauwi rin sa isang kahoy na kahon na ilalaglag rin sa isang kahon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are the things we can usually find in a box? some crap, gifts, keepsakes and things molded by the limited space in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives were made by the different boxes that were created by who-knows-who. upon existing we are to make a decision in one way or another which box we would like to slip our lives in. some people can't find which box they really belong and prefer the variety box (a mediocre box) a nothing to lose, nothing to gain box but a box that lacks identity. i once chose this box but felt the need for uniqueness. that is the only thing i love about these boxes it doesn't have physical locks, all abstract. mental. we can always choose to stay or leave that box and switch to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what i hate about these boxes, i hate the way it boxes us in. boxes have labels and if you choose to settle in one with a certain label you'll have to comply. that is not really that hateful right? especially if you chose that certain box because that is where you feel you belong. BUT, when something arises that isn't coherent to our box label, we restrain ourselves. violating human nature, our true heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOXES are made by ideals, norms, selfless deeds and personal satisfaction.(instilled to convince your own self) whether we like it or not, we choose our box and we live by it one box at a time. we can't really have everything in life. i need another refresher of the definition of freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"it doesn't matter whether we come in an 8 pack or 16 pack... we are a box of crayons.. we color our pages [life]....I say we color out of the lines" - man in a "sailboat autmobile", waking life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(writer's note: pwede...serious mode ako ah..antok na kasi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-9204448186715286138?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/9204448186715286138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=9204448186715286138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/9204448186715286138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/9204448186715286138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/04/cartons-boxes-kahon-ang-weird-noh-bilog.html' title=''/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-851070371139557895</id><published>2007-04-18T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:22:06.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Freeze - melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i recently watched this movie entitled "Love so divine" (yea, you thought that right. another korean creation  but i hope this fact will not discourage you in reading what this post really is about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was lovely! suits  hopeless romantic wallflowers like me who fanatsizes over reel perfect love stories. there was a part in that story when the lady protagonist watched a group of children play freeze-melt game. if you are not familiar let me brief you with it, we [filipinos] have our version of this game called "Solid, Liquid, Gas" still ain't ringing a bell? the mechanics is simple, the "it" tags a person and declares him either solid or gas, wherein that person should stand in his place and act solid like a statue or in the case of being casted as "gas" act like a floating matter. those tagged by the IT remains in that manner unless someone who hasn't been tagged comes to sort of save them by turning them into liquid (well not literally of course). the Korean version on the other hand is only constituted by two forms of matter solid and liquid. this just proves how creative and righteous Filipinos are (REALLY WIDE SMILE). tsk tsk.. such a shallow realization...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that introduction was misleading. going back.. so she was watching and said that she felt sorry for "It" because it was like one-sided love. she did not explain further, that was all that she uttered. that was such a nice comparison (sorry can't think of the literary term for that, for pete's sake its 2am and my mind's not cooperating well hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PROBLEM with one sided love, the "It" will only get tired desperately trying to make another person freeze for her while others will always come to melt him and run away with them. one sided love does not reciprocate and no matter how much you want them to just freeze and stay with you it will not. it will not, unless he willingly freezes for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mushy nanaman! wahahaha..adik... tao parin naman ako..buti naman...nakakakaba kasi minsan haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-851070371139557895?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/851070371139557895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=851070371139557895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/851070371139557895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/851070371139557895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/04/freeze-melt-i-recently-watched-this.html' title=''/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-7203474713459852595</id><published>2007-04-11T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:44.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGenjm9XGIc/Rh2XbMJf2kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cF4LZ3Bs5vk/s1600-h/100days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGenjm9XGIc/Rh2XbMJf2kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cF4LZ3Bs5vk/s320/100days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052360850352888386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie Review: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My LOve Ssagajy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;director: Shin Dong Yeop&lt;br /&gt;cast: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Kim Jae won&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;-luv u! :D) (starred in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful life&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ha Ji Won&lt;/span&gt; (starred in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex is Zero, love so divine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something happened in Bali&lt;/span&gt; pro sa RP &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories in Bali&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;release: 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other titles (dami eh): &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;100 days with Mr. Arrogant, My Crazy Love, Slave Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;a highschool girl Ha Young (ji Won) was dumped by her boyfriend (who was younger than her) on their 100th day anniversary. out of feeling miserable she kicked a soda can lying on the street. unfortunately it landed staright on the forehead of a suuper hot college student Hyung joon (Lord Ahn), who definitely has no interest in girls and is such a meanie, this caused him to bump his Lexus 430 on a brick wall. he wanted ha young to pay for the damage and demanded $3,000??! ha young couldn't pay that much so she escaped him but in her hurry she left her wallet. hyung Joon started chasing after her and made an enslavement agreement for 100 days. she was indeed slaved by master ahn (can't forget the sailor moon scene). one day, she learned that a scratch repair only costs 10 bucks she decided to get even with him. eventually, they seemed to like each other despite being very mean to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opinions ko:&lt;br /&gt;masayadong hyper active umarte c ha ji won dito, may pagka exagge pro aus lang naman. basta ang hot ni kim jae won hehe. pero ngayon ko lang siya nakitang umarte na masama ang ugali nia coz he usually portrays good guy roles.mejo nasobrahan ung sama kasi lagi niyang binabatukan c ji won. ok tong film na toh if you're up for some fun and entertainment. nakakatawa talaga siya medyo disgusting lang yung ibang scenes but i like it. however, mejo imposible yung storyline kasi sobrang salbahe talaga silang dalawa i mean pano magugustuhan ang isang tao pero i like it hahaha. hindi kasi mushy noh! haha basta nakakatawa toh. kahit ang daming nagsasabi na korni daw, panget hmph. it's all fictional naman noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-7203474713459852595?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/7203474713459852595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=7203474713459852595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7203474713459852595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/7203474713459852595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/04/movie-review-my-love-ssagajy-director.html' title=''/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGenjm9XGIc/Rh2XbMJf2kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cF4LZ3Bs5vk/s72-c/100days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-6224650870018841654</id><published>2007-04-10T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:30:00.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;the pains of having..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;the red flag is up at such an untimely date...i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to rush to a nearby beloved sari-sari store (the only store here in our street), that store is tended by someone who goes by the name "Ate Neng" (nice sikat...:p). so, i was expecting that she would be the one to sell to me. unfortunately, that wasn't what happened. it turned out, that some of her nieces were having a vacation there and so they help her out with the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i couldn't say what i needed and bought chips instead. i went home grumbling, because i don't want those chips anyway but i had to munch on them after all i paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;after eating that bland junk food, i went there again hoping it would be ate neng but it seems that fate is toying with me. again the same guy appeared, i was whispering to my mind "hey asshole, i don't need you, i need ate neng could you get out of here your face irritates me noh! something's dripping down here and i need to buy that stuff immediately!" but i had to act nice so i bought more of that chips. i was getting sick of it since i just ate lunch and i'm still full. after finishing that second batch i decided to give my third try some time. i waited but was feeling uneasy, well you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the third time, i told myself before going that if the same thing happens i'll just buy it anyway. and you know what? again he appeared. real bullshit. however, i couldn't say what i really need. i AGAIN bought the same chips so he mused that "tanghaling tapat chichirya ng chichirya" i just said hehehehe but you should know how much i wanted to raise my finger at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i murmured "shit, shit, shit, shit" repeatedly on my way back. how come i couldn't just say what i needed? i think it was kind of embarrassing. i have already spent a lot on those stupid chips but if i'd try for the fourth time and he will be the one to render service to me that would be more embarrassing because he will be suspicious that that was what i really wanted since the beginning. hmph. but i had no choice, this is now or never.haha suspense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went there, rang the bell. and ate neng came out, i heaved a deep sigh. such relief. i bought what i needed and left with a big smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is the pain of having? the fuss, the hassle, the embarrassment, dysmenorrhea(but i don't usually have this during my periods), and that hole in your pocket if you have to keep buying something else when the vendor is not of your same gender. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i would like to apologize for using so much of the cuss words, i'm trying my damnest to minimize the cuss words..next time! pis awt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-6224650870018841654?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6224650870018841654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/6224650870018841654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/04/pains-of-having.html' title=''/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</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-37054019.post-233464532134740527</id><published>2007-04-10T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:46:23.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;failure is a pre-requisite to success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(this post was made last april 6, saved as a draft)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i'm feeling gloomy over a friend who's about to leave because she went over the number of units one can fail and a friend who is so down in the dumps because of a failed mark on one course subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i really hate numbers. i really do. anything related to math(trigo, geom, algeb, stat, finance grr) and i hate how numbers can get us depressed. how it can make people feel worthless. it is indeed easy to say that "those are just grades, don't lament over them" but grades do matter honestly. it is not that grades will measure one's being but grades are more of like an evaluation result of yourself. how you fared may also be similar to what have you been doing with your life. i admit i've been through this so many times, this last semester was one hell of a semester and i couldn't be any thankful that at least i made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;however, i suggest we not let ourselves be manipulated by this numbers. our worth will not be measured by this shit stuff, all this are only for the time being. there's always tomorrow. like how we should always get over our past achievements because time does not stop there, we should also forget our failures and look forward to making up for it. for that i remembered from a poem that i have read when i was still in highschool and what it wants to convey got clear to me just now. the poem reads: "heaven is not reached at a single bound, but we build the ladder by which we rise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;if you are the type who takes everyone as a rival. if you are mr or ms competitive, you should know that not everyone can be on top. if everyone is on top how would we know who's on top? isn't it nice to think that some people who fail is part of the balance of nature. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it's not really that bad to fail. i already did but i'm back on my feet. after all isn't a very smooth going life too boring? but remember that we can only fail at one thing once and learn from it (ugh cliche huh?) . we can cry over these things but after that we should forget. failures are part of life. if pain makes us feel alive, then failures affirms our existence. yay we're alive!! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(i hope *you* guys could read this..):p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-233464532134740527?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/233464532134740527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/233464532134740527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/04/failure-is-pre-requisite-to-success.html' title=''/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</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-37054019.post-683728927790737490</id><published>2007-04-05T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:36:27.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Men are rats, no, they're fleas on rats" - frenchie of grease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;kahapon kasi sa sobrang pagiging bored (bored na sa boredom) eh nag reminisce kame ng childhood memories na eventually napunta sa highschool memories. there are so many things that we talked about pero striking yung tungkol sa cr ng boys. i don't get it why they have to be so disgusting? emebeded sa kanilang gender? wtf. anong sense ng paglalagay ng soda bottle, or SANDWICH sa toilet bowl? and why do they have to pee on the floor kung meron namang cubicle? baket kailangang duraan ang doorknob para hindi makalabas ung nasa loob. yeah it's funny, natawa talaga ako sa mga kalokohan na ito pero come to think of it, doesn't this kind of behavior make them illogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just so many things about guys that are despicable. they still seem to dream that they are superior especially in a patriarchal setting. post-modern na taio, i think women rules na nga eh. unspoken defeat (as if naman may competition), well anyway kasi women are like jacks-of-all-trades. basta there are some guys na beautiful outside but inside? nah. i think guys are all for fun, they are not the type one can count on during downtimes. and they have so many nakakairitang ugali ryt?! sheez. they also have this kind of mentality that you need them when in fact you are better off without them. they need you, not you needing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway wla lang, just a thought i pondered on.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's so nice to be a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-683728927790737490?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/683728927790737490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mind over matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;disclaimer: uber cheesy,i might as well get a grater and start grating myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this was a realization made one moonlit sky. electricity went off for an unknown reason, however a boom was heard from afar, and i have to give water to some of our dogs at the backyard. it was dark so i made use of a candle. after doing what i had to do, i walked my way back through the darkness. the ruddy light coming from the candle illuminated my way but i recognized the silver ray of the moon which seems to emit a more powerful light than the candle. i gazed at the wonder of the moon that i forgot i was holding a candle, the meltings of the candle (the paraffin wax i suppose) started dripping continously at my hands. it was very painful of course but i didn't lose grip of the candle, i withstand the pain. why? because i knew all the consequences of letting go of the candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;..i gues this was me. i am too concerned with consequences. some people become to passive to love and get hurt at the end. yea, at least they have loved but what's the use if there's nothing good for you in return. on one hand, when one is much aware of the consequences of falling and being in love, one'll just have to hold back everything than live complicatedly. if the head dominates the heart (or if you are too righteous, the hypothalamus) then love would be but fleeting memories. the wiser the person gets the harder it is for him/her to find the person to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;on the other hand, some are just in love with the idea of being in love. the illusion of being in love, missing someone, thinking of someone when after all they are not really in love with the person they just instill in their minds that they are in love. love should be the sole reason for loving, if not then that is not real love (could be infatuation, admiration, obsession, revenge, personal satisfaction, in short selfishness.) i personally think that we do not really need to be with a significant other to be complete, we're already complete after all. we only take significant others to share our complete beings if we they don't come, then we've got nothing to lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i do not agree with the philosophers who said that love starts from the feeling of loneliness, then that would be something selfish right? i think it's an attraction of souls. first external attraction, then the attraction of souls and this would go on for some time..:P hahaha my own phenomenology of love, take that Max Scheler hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyway, being too critical to being in love just makes me impractical or bitter.hehe. filipinos simply loves within a mileu. heck, i don't even really know what i was talking about the whole time. kudos to you reader for being able to come this far, you were able to stand this gibberish post. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-3884306804837408043?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/3884306804837408043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=3884306804837408043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3884306804837408043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/3884306804837408043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/2007/04/mind-over-matter-disclaimer-uber.html' title=''/><author><name>JoYcE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13300178937626251665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-117527655238884378</id><published>2007-03-30T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:42:32.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"..so don't you bring me down today.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;that was an excerpt from aguillera's song "Beautiful". it's weird right, it is said that we are all created equal but the world is just not fair. inequality is what constitutes life here on earth. i wonder what people get from belittling other people? does that make them any better. no, i think not. so i came up with my own theory behind these kind of people. these people are simply insecure. yes, insecurity is the root of it all. when a person cannot accept that someone is better than them, they will try the most disguised way of putting them down and that is by belittling them. or sometimes by making "lait" (yak, ang conyo ko..hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sorry but right now i can't think of the term in english, so pls. bear with me if i'll keep using the word lait ok..nyihihi..(&lt;--- weeh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it's alright if we lait other people for what they do, but for what they are? i don't think so. i mean, no, it's not right to lait other people but admit it, we all do this but mostly to strangers. people who we do not really know and will not meet again. after all we are just making assumptions and other stuffs, just for fun. BUT, but when it is someone you know, especially if it's your friend, well that is a different thing. i bet if it is your friend, he/she is insecure. there's no other way he can think that will make you feel down but by striking your imperfections and other stuff. well, who would forget that nobody's perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i think you're getting to the bottom of what i'm saying here. i'm not really good at explaining things. anyway, i just want to say that these kind of friends (i mean in the first place, how can you consider such as friends, well sometimes the excuse is that because you are too close to each other that you can just say anything to them. ok given, i agree with that anyway, but if it is done on a regular basis? i mean c'mon what is your problem?) should be ignored when they start making lait to you (omg, that is damnest phrase i've used) just think that, this person is too insecure of me well what can i do? you'll never get anywhere doing that haha (yea with an evil laugh, but all in the mind ok!). just don't make lait him as well, remember don't do to others what you don't want others to do unto you and also because you're not insecure of him/her because there's nothing to be of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;if you got friends like this, i feel you. and i want you to take their word's as compliments. :) be happy you're great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"keep away from people who belittle your ambitions. small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you too can become great" -Mark twain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37054019.post-117513619708035788</id><published>2007-03-28T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:42:02.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SUMMER BOREDOM/ ADDICTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yess the much awaited summer vacation is here..hmm..i can smell boredom..&lt;br /&gt;well i'm actually a homebuddy and can find a thousand and one things to do everyday inside the house but performing routines all throughout these three months can get really boring. add up the fact that my parents won't let me go on any event.sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway during such times, you could get really crazy ideas. well this post is more of like an update of how my life is doing. first, i'm really nervous of the release of grades on the net, shoot biology.. second, i am getting addicted to my latest fave koreanovela, it started with a kiss, i'm this type of person who indulge excessively to recent likings, hehe. i watched that series from 12:30 am moday till 5pm that day and rest then watched it again at 8:30pm that same day and finished at around 3:30am the following day, well of course i slept and woke up at 11:00am and proceed in watching so. then by 4:30 pm i finished whole 30 episodes. that was the only time i felt hungry so i pigged out, that meal was my breakfast, lunch and merienda. i was also too addicted with that, that i cut my hair and sported bangs haha just like the protagonist and afterward... i regret it,i hate my bangs now. i surf the internet for pics and other things related to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..if you're thinking right now that that is so stupid, you'll think i'm the dumbest person on earth for this, i still watch that everyday replaying my favorite scenes..hehe.. don't worry maybe after a week or two i'd stop doing that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding my activities on my past obsessions, i bet you don't want to read it..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-117513619708035788?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/117513619708035788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=117513619708035788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this past few weeks,i have been confronted with different images of death.&lt;br /&gt;let me enumerate them so you can at least get the picture:&lt;br /&gt;1. a stabbing incident at an fx terminal,a drunk man stabbed the "barker" for not giving him a few bucks..that drunkard asshole..&lt;br /&gt;2. a securtiy guard shot an fx driver for a reason which i am totally bewildered of, and since he was so smart to use a shotgun, of course the bullets passed through the vehicle's windows and went through two other bystanders across the street.. great..blood everywhere. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. while riding an fx, there is no significance for adding this detail but i guess this adds color, Hotel California was being played and was singing along with it, then the windshield just cracked and broke while we are fast on the road.&lt;br /&gt;4. i saw a lady with her kid, they were crossing the highway (what the?! why not use the overpass) and they got hit by a speeding black toyota corolla with plate number..nope don't remember. the girl went unconscious and i went hysterical inside the fx that woke other passengers and they thought i fell from the vehicle. they sure do got some weird imaginations too you know.&lt;br /&gt;5. i saw the guy that was shot while in his taxi at commonwealth (yeah that got me late for theology class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so what?! these images, i do not think about these things in my waking hours but i guess they haunt me since i dreamt about these several times now already. but what is there to fear about death? we all know it's coming, just don't know when. my problem is i feel like i'm one of the people being chased by death now..haha freak! i'm too ambitious to assume that this is similar to the plot of "final destination" anyway, if i'm going to die then be it. i do not actually fear death, i fear dying without proving anything in life yet, not making anything out of it. i think that it is such a waste to die young because you haven't seen life to the maximum extent and i think it's great to die at an old age because then you'll feel that you're done with it and let your end be the beginning of someone else to see how great it is to live. well i've been talking nonesense anyway, who would be interested about death. oh im not done yet! i had another light bulb flashing, what if there was a person who was too curious about what there in the next life, and because this is something which is inexperienced, he though of a plan like his spirit will make it a point to tell living people what he is experiencing, of course he'll kill himself first but he'll make an excuse that he is on a mission of such, but i guess he'd still never find out what's there in the next life because his spirit will just keep roaming around here and never transcend you know things about unfinished businesses and other spirits will tell him, "hey stupid ass you won't get any unless you detach yourself from this world" haha ok so that was like a quickie nonsense fiction... this had been long already, too boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37054019-117513536377909733?l=vacantjunklot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacantjunklot.blogspot.com/feeds/117513536377909733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37054019&amp;postID=117513536377909733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37054019/posts/default/117513536377909733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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