<?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-14021180</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:54:49.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights and Sounds</title><subtitle type='html'>Stop, turn, take a look around
&lt;br&gt;at all the lights and sounds
&lt;br&gt;let ‘em bring you in.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14021180.post-114331274914889877</id><published>2006-03-26T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T03:07:31.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's here... so what's with all the problems?</title><content type='html'>So we ended with the play last Friday.... I sort of messed up my lines but it 'twas still okay ^_^. It's just to bad this was the last time I saw my eng block as a block and that I wasn't able to go out with them for the end of the sem celebration. I should have done something about that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still expecting Jez to give me some free Yellow Cab though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I leave early that Friday afternoon where I could have had so much fun with my block? Well as some already know it was my sister's grad. Yes, Management Honors and she's honorable mention. Thanks for setting a REAAAAALY high bar not only for graduating from a really hard honors course (only 6 of them graduated this year) but graduating honorable mention as well (at least it's not Cum Laude or Magna Cum Laude like Kelda... Then I would've killed myself). Like most graduations, it was long hot and boring one... At least they skimmed through the other graduates quickly. Also, I'm really motivated to graduate with some sort of honors so I'll grab an additional second or two for my moment on stage come my graduation \*o*/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick skim through the day today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basket in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;semi-sprained my leg that morning; eat breakfast before playing... O_o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sister's graduation at Circles at Shang (I'll probably never get sick of eating here :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;invitation only open bar at Citrus (formerly known as V-Bar) thanks to CJ and Chuck... Nakatikim ka na ba ng bente anyos?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Some other announcements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eng block last outings (check out the egroups)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cboys reunion of peace and love has been moved waaaay back tentatively on April 28. please ym/text me on suggestions or complaints.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in closing, something interensting I found on Richard's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Use the song title as the answer to the questions. NO CHEATING, you must use the song that comes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. How does the world see me?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissing (Bliss).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will I have a happy life?: &lt;b&gt;It's all been done (Bare Naked Ladies).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do my friends really think of me?: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Edge Of The Ocean (Ivy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do people secretly lust after me?: &lt;b style=""&gt;Dip It Low (Christina Milan).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How can I make myself happy?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pieces of Me (Ashlee Simpon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What should I do with my life?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If I Ain't Got You (Alicia Keys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Will I ever have children?:  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Crazy For You (Madonna).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is some good advice for me?: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Distance (Evan And Jaron).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How will I be remembered?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fast Car (David Usher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is my signature dancing song?:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daughters (John Mayer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do I think my current theme song is?: &lt;b style=""&gt;Dreams (Kylie Minogue).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What does everyone else think my current theme song is?: &lt;b style=""&gt;What Took You So Long (Bunton).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What song will play at my funeral?: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Brilliant Dance (Dashboard Confessional).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What type of men/women do you like?: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Holding Back The Years (Simply Red).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is my day going to be like?: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dilema (Nelly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Will I ever have love again? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Clumsy (Our Lady Peace).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;17. Have you ever attempted to find out how many licks it takes to get to the end of a tootsie pop?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Julie Tearjerky (Eraserheads).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you own a blog? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Flag (Dido).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was your first ambition, or thing you wanted to be in life?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; She Will Be Loved (Maroon 5).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. In highschool you were/are a? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep All Day (Jason Mraz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What would be the catchy or witty title of your famous autobiography? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bust Off (Medina Green).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What have you done in the name of human rights? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kung OK Lang (True Faith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What do you usually dislike people for?&lt;b&gt; Trumpet Concerto (Frazn Haydn).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lupit ng 1-3, 6, 14 (kinda off), 15, 18 (I surrender), 20 (sobrang exacto), 21-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-114331274914889877?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/114331274914889877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=114331274914889877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114331274914889877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114331274914889877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2006/03/summers-here-so-whats-with-all.html' title='Summer&apos;s here... so what&apos;s with all the problems?'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-114302064263191016</id><published>2006-03-22T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:44:02.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cool test O_o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" 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O_o'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-114286828782940497</id><published>2006-03-20T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:29:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently, someone wants to kill me O_o</title><content type='html'>How Will I Die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="width: 300px; height: 176px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Posion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Gunshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Suffocated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="73"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;73%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="60"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="53"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Cut Throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="53"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="47"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Natural Causes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="47"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="47"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="47"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Stabbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=8960"&gt;How Will You Die??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I got from Richard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the results, I guess I'll die since someone wants me dead v_v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-114286828782940497?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/114286828782940497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=114286828782940497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114286828782940497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114286828782940497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2006/03/apparently-someone-wants-to-kill-me-oo.html' title='Apparently, someone wants to kill me O_o'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14021180.post-114278297550281118</id><published>2006-03-19T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:32:44.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of days long passed</title><content type='html'>thanks guys for all the comments in the previous post (Kerwin, Jez, Jenn, Richard and *gasp* me...), it means a lot to me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am again, ranting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car, it's been a magic school bus the past week... well it's okay, I enjoyed the company one Friday night anyways ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not exactly a rant, but I'm taking &lt;b&gt;only one&lt;/b&gt; (insert demented-evil grin here) non-risk free finals this week, damn Lit...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still haven't memorized my lines for the Lit play (just one page though... if only I got my hands on that elusive script)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm broke, yes... I'm dirt poor v_v&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't go to any "sem-end" parties this weekend since It's my sister's graduation stuff (congrats!! one of the only 6 graduating MGT-H this year!! honorable mention pa!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;^- I'd better get quite a few DLs in my stay in Admu or fear her shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most bummed out -&gt; everyone's out of town on my birthday... *sniff* damn it all, why'd school have to end exactly a week after my birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cboys reunion of peace and love hasn't been finalized... yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not posting that much... gotta change that&lt;/li&gt;Well anyways, I won't any of these things phase me \^_^/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways guys, good luck sa finals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-114278297550281118?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/114278297550281118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=114278297550281118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114278297550281118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114278297550281118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-days-long-passed.html' title='Of days long passed'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-114267873148389243</id><published>2006-03-18T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:46:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Men Understand About Women</title><content type='html'>What Men Understand About Women:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-114267873148389243?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/114267873148389243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=114267873148389243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114267873148389243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114267873148389243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-men-understand-about-women.html' title='What Men Understand About Women'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14021180.post-114222103145588062</id><published>2006-03-13T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:39:36.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to HS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some people never would have believed it, but it's technically official now. I'm now in the process of shifting into BS Health Sciences (BS HS ~ High School?!?!?!). My shifting's been approved by the dean and all I need to do now is accomplish the needed paper work. My only problem is my present course's dept head, I doubt he'll give me his signature that easily... &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why didn’t I just apply into Heath Sciences in the first place? Well, let's just say I finally found my calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was first applying I had two career choices: somewhere in the realm of business with my "superb" Math and English skills, or somewhere in medicine with my Science skills. Being the first doctor in my family was appealing as well ^_^. the business tract sort of won because of the looooong years of school of going into medicine. But I'm over that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was pretty okay. Friday started off with practice for the Lit play, apparently, I make for a good old Brit. Sounds weird ei? After, at the Blue Booters bonfire, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cam&lt;/st1:place&gt; and Kat snuck us free food and beer :p. We even got the chance to see awesome fireworks. Gi even had the time to do his "wow a girl, I'm in love" act &gt;_&lt;. We even headed out to Seattle’s and Drews afterwards. Total spending that day: 0 php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Basket with the guys, I think I pulled my leg there, it's been cramping up time to time. Then UANP party at the Phi Bar. We were feeling a little bit out of place since we didn’t really know anyone there. But it 'twas okay since the open bar and the bands made up for that. To bad &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cam&lt;/st1:place&gt; wasn’t with us, but at least Patsee and Jake were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, in Eastwood, I came into the realization on who it is I really like.... &lt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-114222103145588062?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/114222103145588062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=114222103145588062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114222103145588062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114222103145588062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-hs.html' title='Back to HS?'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-114209604031732348</id><published>2006-03-12T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:54:00.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an idiot</title><content type='html'>Let's just see you try and find my hidden blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 people know of it as of now... &lt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-114209604031732348?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/114209604031732348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=114209604031732348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114209604031732348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114209604031732348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-idiot.html' title='I&apos;m an idiot'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-114164823025616410</id><published>2006-03-06T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:37:32.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; There is someone out there for me (I know there is somebody out there)&lt;br /&gt;I know she is waiting so patiently (yeah) can you tell me her name?&lt;br /&gt;(Somebody tell me her name)&lt;br /&gt;This life-long search is gonna drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;How does she laugh? How does she cry? What's the color of her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Does she even realize I'm here?&lt;br /&gt;Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is this beautiful girl?&lt;br /&gt;Who is she? Who is she? Who is gonna complete my world?&lt;br /&gt;Where is she? Where is she? Where is this beautiful girl?&lt;br /&gt;Who is she? Who is she? Who is gonna complete my world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strange experience this morning. Throughout lab, my lab group mates kept singing the last 4 lines in the excerpt above. Thanks to how LSS acts, I myself contracted that "sickness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like all LSS... something. After lab thinking about the damn song, as  I was walking to my car to go home, I knocked into this girl in a hurry with a ton of papers. Well the papers went everywhere. I just stood there staring. Before I realized it, she had picked up all her papers and all I could do was hand to her the one that landed near me and she dashed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you get the song you get my problem &lt;_&lt;.&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/14021180-114164823025616410?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/114164823025616410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=114164823025616410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114164823025616410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114164823025616410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-114165199389344212</id><published>2006-03-06T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:38:23.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New URL!!!</title><content type='html'>As of today, you can reach my blog at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://projectxd.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project.XD...  a project to smile like mad ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-114165199389344212?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/114165199389344212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=114165199389344212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114165199389344212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114165199389344212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-url.html' title='New URL!!!'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-114058500194079174</id><published>2006-02-22T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:10:01.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I can’t believe it, but I’m blogging again. This time though, it’ll just be to vent things out. Bottling raw emotions within is dangerous y’know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life’s pretty daunting and Lit’s not helping it. Though I’m running for honors with high grades in Math, Physics and English and decent grades in Filipino and PE 101 lecture, Lit’s pulling me down with really bad grades. I thin our teacher’s discriminating on students (just like he is with Chinese girls especially ICAns, probably a really strange fetish of his).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Though I don’t really care about Lit (well it’s primarily the teacher), I can’t fail or drop the dang class of his since I need an outstanding qpi to shift into Health Sci… why o why didn’t I just take the medicine course when I applied… maybe because 4 more years of med school and 2 years of practically no income internship did’t appeal to me nor my parents. But we’ve changed our minds and hopefully it’s not too late. I just lost like 8 units to nat sci which can turn into my free electives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It’s practically official though that I’ve been really distant to my present block. I don’t think I was there since I don’t click with all of them. Probably since a lot of them are dormers/ provincianas (my friend invented that word, so don’t blame me, it’s stuck in my head) I don’t really get along since I’m used to bar hopping and inuman sessions from high school (no Atenean doesn’t know to drink!). Which is probably why I prefer hanging out with old high school friends, my present English block and some people in my past math class. I’d like to shift ASAP since I think I’d belong more in Health Sci since I can relate with them more than my present block now anyways. Best of all, Leander’s there, my best “note buddy” in high school whose notes when photocopied for personal use will make anyone pass. I passed Fil andAP (my bane subject in high school, not because of the history but the language…) and got A’s and B+’s&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in science thanks to Leander’s notes. If I do become his blockmate I’d better make sure to always be in the same group as he is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Enough with academics, I’ve had enough… now why did I start with academics? Well I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m typing this in school (the library to be precise). Well enough of that, I still have a Math and Physics Long exam in the next two days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Social life’s (love life exactly) is not going very strong. I just find myself having trouble committing. Take for instance my latest potential. She was great... if only I met her myself. She (I won’t name names here, but you can ask me directly) was a great friend to be with. We laughed at the same things, talked about stuff and we could always relate in past experiences. Problem was though, She was the best friend of one of my old high school’s girlfriend (song about strange but I don’t think I can phrase it better than that.) You see, I kind of sensed my friend and his girlfriend setting us up as much as they could. Well, once we started seeing each other on our own, it was great. The only problem was, as we hung out with each other, we sort of went into the more friends than couple approach. I started seeing her more and more as a friend than a person I would commit myself to. Also, I felt constricted, as she only wanted me to be hers. To be on call 24/7. Once, I even snuck out in the middle of the night on a Tuesday night just to watch a movie with her got home at 3am that night. Some people may have noticed when that day was when I didn’t show up one Wednesday in class. I got into a whole shit load of trouble for that stunt and now I can’t drive past 6pm unless there’s no other alternative. It was a good thing that my cousin Chuck asked me to play poker with his friends that weekend otherwise I would have been stuck at home. With that, I decided enough was enough. I decided to break off what never really started and just be friends (where in past experiences never happens). The result? A slap in the face and a lonely valentines… oh well… x_x&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;So now what? Maybe I should set my sights on better girls especially those I already know pretty well. And well, the sem’s about to end. And with my&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(and a couple of others since high school) saying that you should never hit it with a classmate or a blockmate… The sem’s almost over… All bets are off…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;LSS -&gt; Christian Bautista songs... WTH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-114058500194079174?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/114058500194079174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=114058500194079174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114058500194079174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/114058500194079174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112995139646045459</id><published>2005-10-22T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T11:23:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore International</title><content type='html'>Hey, here's me surfing the net from the Singapore International Airport... for FREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ts pretty cool here, even though it's not the Sing sale thing electronics here are pretty cheap 'cause of the gst (goverment service tax) refund and I've finally gotten a myself a new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you guys back home but I'm not goin home just yet. We're going to Bangkok first, [i]dun ko bibilhin mga pasalubong nyo![/i]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, I'll be posting a full post when I get back home. cyah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112995139646045459?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112995139646045459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112995139646045459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112995139646045459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112995139646045459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/10/singapore-international.html' title='Singapore International'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112975642219550084</id><published>2005-10-20T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T05:13:42.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a trip</title><content type='html'>Bye, cyah guys on Tuesday ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112975642219550084?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112975642219550084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112975642219550084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112975642219550084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112975642219550084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-trip.html' title='On a trip'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112973588182323555</id><published>2005-10-19T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:31:21.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://members.thai.net/sinthai/room.htm"&gt;*click*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky shit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112973588182323555?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112973588182323555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112973588182323555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112973588182323555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112973588182323555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/10/freaky-shit.html' title='Freaky Shit'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112963613575510251</id><published>2005-10-18T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:24:53.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project.XD</title><content type='html'>Stupid Monkey mode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to be bored out of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/anime/projectXD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I don't get it. After sem break officially started, I haven't been into much contact with my block mates. Is it cause I didn't get close enough to them to be considered real friends? Nah, I've just been busy doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much this blog's become some sort of a bane to my life. From a daily blog to a weekly blog, then a monthly blog and finally a dead blog. Maybe I didn't have the time to write some stuff cause I studied to much and had too much fun as a freshman student, maybe I was just too lazy. Now I wonder why I've suddenly resurrected it now of all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what ever happened to my commitment. So far I haven't really been able to be committed to one thing, which is probably why I haven't had a closed relationship for so long. Maybe I'm the problem cause my minds always all over the place, thinking unnecessary things and stuff, spacing out at random times and the like. Maybe I should change the way I think and do things. Why don't I get a new personality if mine is so flawed? I'm really such an air-head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, my sembreak's almost fully booked on the weekend. Singapore and Bangkok this weekend (finally getting my self a laptop XD), Oct 2 and Nov 5 weekend with the c-boys in Zambales and Tagaytay (thanks Kebs sa resort nyo sa Zambales... kung matuloy man tayo) and quite possibly an English block outing sometime after reg. No word from my course block. Well what can you expect if more than half live outside the Metro Manila area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what did that last paragraph had to do with anything? nothing. It's just came out that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, life's so weird stupid monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid Monkey©" is copyright and in memory of Dicky Noel of the stupid monkeys group of stupid monkeys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112963613575510251?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112963613575510251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112963613575510251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112963613575510251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112963613575510251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/10/projectxd.html' title='Project.XD'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112887803928736766</id><published>2005-10-10T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:49:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something of Value...</title><content type='html'>bukas nalang, tinatamad ako ngayon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112887803928736766?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112887803928736766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112887803928736766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112887803928736766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112887803928736766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/10/something-of-value.html' title='Something of Value...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112540941806371081</id><published>2005-08-30T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:39:33.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All shame out the window</title><content type='html'>While we were browsing my personal photo album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mikey, 'kaw ba talaga yan? Cute mo pala ng bata ka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Image deleted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for other pics, here are some of my High School Class pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/personal/2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/1m_th.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/personal/2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/2c_th.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;i&gt;Shet and totoy namin nun, kulang pa sa tan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That put aside, I haven't been updating recently (duh). We'll for the most part, I've been busy. School work, a whole shit load of Org&lt;s&gt;y&lt;/s&gt; stuff even though I've decided to drop AMS and my personal life. It's been hectic, balancing work and play. It's just not like high school where you can procrastinate all the way and still get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for grades, I'm pretty happy with my advisory marks. Getting the coveted A in Math, B+ in ES Lab, C+ in both English and Lit, a frickin D in ES (at least in college this is a passing grade, not like high school...) and an S in Filipino. &lt;i&gt;Opo, &lt;b&gt;Basic&lt;/b&gt; Filipino napasukan ko.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things lately have been getting out of hand. I'm spending a whole bunch of sleepless nights finishing work or something like that. Well yeah I could have done them in the afternoon, but that's just not me. I thrive under pressure and when the sun goes out. Vamp Mikey at your service. Got Blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to play Dota in a shop for weeks, All I have is EuroBattle containing my Dota addiction. Another thing though is that I've played Guild Wars already, just the 10 hour trial though. But I'm so addicted to the game, I'm willing to spend 2k+ on the game itself. I've got the cash, but I've got to think it through first. With any new game, I might get too addicted (as anybody) and have something in my life falter like my grades. Worse case with Guild Wars is that it has no monthly fee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ragnarok, if I could just stop myself from buying a game card, I'm solved and I'd work. But with Guild Wars... It's just my will power stopping me (and the occasional black out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In music news, I've gotten a bunch of new CDs to listen to, namely Halina sa Parokya and One For The Kids. &lt;i&gt;Lufet ng Parokya&lt;/i&gt; as always. They're regular music is hilarious and their senti music is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I still do have some work that I have to finish, I'll post sometime later with more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, singing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112540941806371081?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112540941806371081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112540941806371081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112540941806371081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112540941806371081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-shame-out-window.html' title='All shame out the window'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112401435246248509</id><published>2005-08-14T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:12:32.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly blog?</title><content type='html'>Oh my, This supposed daily blog's turned into a weekly blog... We'll at least I'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's happened for the past week? well it's been a bit lenient the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For academics related issues:&lt;br /&gt;Our Math Long exams were postponed to next Tuesday instead of last Thursday, yay. Intac was canceled last Wed, because we're suppose to go to to the Payatas Gawad Kalinga site next Saturday. Dammit, just when We'd have a long weekend (no classes on Friday due to Quezon City day). I Had no classes last Friday because all three of my teachers (Eng, Lit and ES) all decided to give a free cut on that day, joy. I shared the free cut Friday with Cam, Vince and Tapar. Also get this, Gerry was invited to join the ES department to have our investigatory project investigated by them as well... &lt;i&gt;Bat si Gerry lang at di ako, si Chong, Glenn at Kiko sinama?&lt;/i&gt; *ehem* Also, I'm going to have my Math Midterms on Wednesday as well, not so joyful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday too though, was the surprise party our block held for Rachel. Since it was Rachel's first time to have her birthday away from home (since she couldn't go home to Bulacan due to tests), we decided to hold a surprise birthday party for her (I did most, if not all of the arrangements actually, what every else did was more like financial support) . It was funny too, becase we threw her a surprise Mcdonalds Kiddie Party with Disney Princesses as its theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, since I had a free cut on that day, I decided to sit-in a class in my friend's English class in UP. Comments? &lt;i&gt;barok nampota, buti nalang di ako pumasok dito...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, on the other hand was a hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch in Makati, went straight to Katipunan to buy the stuff we need for our ES projects, Went to Gateway to meet up with the ©boys, left before dinner to attend a dinner, in Alabang no less and after the dinner later reunite with the ©boys in Cable Car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss hanging out with the ©boys (&lt;i&gt;class ko ng HS fyi&lt;/i&gt;). From hanging out in the class room to drinking out. Our fave topic of discussion? Politics! (mostly influenced from Mr. Brazal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112401435246248509?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112401435246248509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112401435246248509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112401435246248509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112401435246248509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekly-blog.html' title='Weekly blog?'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112342815373525972</id><published>2005-08-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:40:57.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Moments (part 1)</title><content type='html'>Yeah, &lt;i&gt;di ako umabot ng isang lingo na walang post :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't posted for a week, we'll I've been busy having fun and getting some restless nights either cramming or procrastinating, rawr... things are getting out of hand, as I've had added a ton of entries to my list of freaky moments (I'll post it sometime).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we Kim had a b-day blowout. Lunch in Gateway and a movie after. We'll the food was free, but not the movie :p. The movie for the day was Charlie and the Chocolate factory. It was really different from the first movie and the book itself. From the "You're weird" to "Stop mumbling!" comments to the little squirrels ("Daddy I want a squirrel!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange things about the movie is that the movie is suppose to be focused on Charlie, not &lt;s&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/s&gt; Willy Wonka. And it's suppose to be about being good, not a family movie. And the thing about the squirrels, the movie is a G-rated movie, kids are now going to be traumatized by those squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other movies, I think I'd like to watch bewitched just for the sake of it. Corpse Bride also sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, watched the game between ADMU and UE with my sis. The game was a exciting, especially since UE had only lost once to FEU (which now stands at 7-0 demmit). But for the bulk of the game, ADMU was leading with times that we were 15 points up. We won the game by only 2 points though, and the last 15 seconds was a nail-biting experience. (Remembers Gec Chia's game winning shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about having a patron seat in UAAP games. There are times that you'll be seated right behind the bench. This time we were seated on the 3rd row from the bench. I could pretty much see and even talk to the players. I could even smell them later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics taken from my sis' camera phone, I really want a k750i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/uaap/alma-matter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/uaap/alma-matter_th.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/uaap/smellovision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/uaap/smellovision_th.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was pretty fun. Black's letting Jai play now pretty often as he seems to be the next candidate for point guard as it's LA's final year. too bad he still hasn't sunk a 3 and his only point in the ball game is a free throw. That's like 1 ppg, wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From being really close to the bench, you could really hear some comments made by the team, as well as some body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;During a time out&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  JC: Coach where am I?&lt;br /&gt;Macky: Coach where am I?&lt;br /&gt;LA: Coach wer mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Black: What you say?!?!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Eman's moments&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  "Let's go Jayce!", JC just looks at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eman moves to an empty seat*&lt;br /&gt;*Macky get's back to the bench*&lt;br /&gt;*Macky makes Eman move...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Black's comment&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  in the last 15 seconds of the ball game, where UE just keeps on fouling Admu:&lt;br /&gt;"All they're doing is delaying the game!" &lt;s&gt;"Just loose already!"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, I had to get back to Ateneo to watch the Fil plays "Sino Ba Kayo?" and "Fantasya". The two plays were pretty funny. Ateneo plays just have a &lt;i&gt;bastos&lt;/i&gt; theme to them so they're always a laugh. I also got to meet a couple of Legal Management Sophomores: Fairy and... uh... I'm really sorry. When we introduced ourselves she was like: "What year are you?" "Freshman." "That's cute." huh? did I miss something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112342815373525972?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112342815373525972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112342815373525972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112342815373525972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112342815373525972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/08/freaky-moments-part-1.html' title='Freaky Moments (part 1)'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112342811520091128</id><published>2005-08-07T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:32:11.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky moments (part 2)</title><content type='html'>On Friday, we were to have our ES presentations. Instead of having the presentation the whole period, he gave us back our long exam. Dammit, all I got was a 52/80. Good thing the passing was only 60%. But I barely passed dammit. Gerry (as usual) got a 78/80... to think she was like "No, I think I failed..." "Gerry, if you think you failed, how do you think that makes us feel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going over the long exam, we had time to go over at least 2 presentations. Cam's group and Zoe's group got to present... I had a spoon dammit, and I wasn't afraid to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe's presentation was okay but the funny presentation was Cam's group. We were passing around class a condom. Pretty funny actually as some people didn't want to touch it. I was just wondering though, since Cam was the one who bought the condom. how did she buy it? what if her parents saw it? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had a Misa GA later in the afternoon, we decided to watch a movie in gateway. Over there, we had problems deciding where to eat since we were already pretty sick of the food court. We ate in Cibo instead. Damn it was expensive there. At least I split my order with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we watched Wedding Crashers. Yes, I already watched Wedding Crashers last Saturday. But I was prepared to take one for the team :D. &lt;i&gt;Guysh, ganun ko kayo ka mahal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the GA, it was pretty boring. I got to see the "elitism" of the e-services cluster. All wearing black shirts thinking that they're the stars of the show. "Loud and Proud", no shit sherlock. Good thing I'm not in that cluster. I feel that I'd rather be somewhere I could really do something. Like projects or internals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I had to learn how to dance... for something the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112342811520091128?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112342811520091128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112342811520091128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112342811520091128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112342811520091128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/08/freaky-moments-part-2.html' title='Freaky moments (part 2)'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112342798361620702</id><published>2005-08-07T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:38:24.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Moments (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, we had out LSGO, our guidance thingy that was delayed twice (Thanks Dall... jowk lang). So we finally got our results from the guidance tests we took so long ago. I didn't learn anything new much about myself, since we've been having one every year in High School. I did learn though that I have the qualities for College: Crammer Extraordinaire&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;(no comment), Gambler who's gut feeling pays off big time (From the game "Win as Much As You Can") and that I'm a team player (from the same game) prepared to take one for the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, played Dota. I was pretty okay. I didn't get to used Sven but I used Leoric anyways. So it was Nerubian Assasin and myself against Dwarven Sniper, Furion and Silencer. We both still owned, but &lt;i&gt;nalugi kami sa push&lt;/i&gt;. Still scored top in the game tally though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, went home to get ready, for a debut...&lt;br /&gt;No comment about the night, But I danced perfectly, at least I think I did. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I actually got to wake up early even when I went got to sleep at around 2-3 already in the morning. Watched the ADMU-ADU game with Kim in Araneta... I actually met her parents, to think her dad thought I was a girl (damn you Mikey Cojuangco) and was a bit reluctant to let Kim watch with me upon realizing who I actually was O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was pretty fun. Since it was just ADU (even though they did play pretty good in the first half), it was a pretty clean sweep of ADMU. The rookies and bench warmers got to play. I finally actually got to see Eman get some game time. too bad the 'fro's 'fro gone, I think his powers came from the 'fro. ph34r t3h 'fro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was pretty dirty actually with all the fouls (and some technical fouls) ADU made. Not only was the game itself dirty, but we could see some dude in the ADU patron (bading) doing some pretty funny stuff like cursing at the players and ridiculing us while we cheered. He was even dancing at times and even somehow made it all the way to the other side of the court doing his "ridicule thang". Sometime later, some large security dude made himself present and the ADU patron shut-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, brought Kim to her parents who had watched a movie in Gateway. Had two rounds of Arcade basketball though. Demmit I lost both rounds by two points in both games. there goes the "macho ego" *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bidding farewell to Kim and her parents, I went off to catch up with a couple of friends I knew who were in Gateway. Had some &lt;i&gt;merienda&lt;/i&gt; with them in Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's pretty much my week. Still have to finish some last minute homework and study for my Lit long exam. wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great trilogies come in threes don't they? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;pahabol&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;great, just great... now my glasses are broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a little Lost™ Test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jumpandyell/1097396219_esktopjack.jpg" alt="Jack" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Jack. Self-appointed hero and doctor extraordinaire, it's your job to save everyone. You have little time for fun and games, but you do like a good stiff drink every now and then. You prefer your stitches black and have been known to make gross pasta comparisons. And if anyone needs CPR or a tracheotomy, you're the correct person to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jumpandyell/quizzes/Which%20Lost%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;Which Lost Character Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay... I'm the leader that everyone looks up to, until I make a decision that someone doesn't like.&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/14021180-112342798361620702?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112342798361620702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112342798361620702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112342798361620702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112342798361620702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/08/freaky-moments-part-3.html' title='Freaky Moments (Part 3)'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112290710081174670</id><published>2005-08-01T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:46:45.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having your own blog means...</title><content type='html'>Having your blog means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you can post a whole bunch of online bloggish tests in a desperate attempt to have people have a faint interest in your blog. In turn copy that test off into their own blog in an attempt to do the same. Don't you just love the internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;First up, the Birthday Test thingy:&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;table align="center" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; background: rgb(188, 233, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: small-caps; font-weight: bolder; font-size: 14pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: 0.3em; text-align: center; width: 350px;"&gt;Your Birthdate: March 29&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; background: rgb(226, 245, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday on the 29th adds a tone of idealism to your nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are imaginative and creative, but rather uncomfortable in the business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very aware and sensitive, with outstanding intuitive skills and analytical abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 29 reduces to 11, one of the master numbers which often produces much nervous tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the birthday of the dreamer rather than the doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do, however, work very well with people.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all pretty much true, except for the being "uncomfortable in the business world" thing. I work pretty good in business thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Next up we have the blogger type:&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Pundit Blogger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/pundit-blogger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read.&lt;br /&gt;Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a few&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/bloggerquiz.html"&gt;What kind of blogger are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It is? oh really? So then why don't I have any comments?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today anyways. Having a day of from school is boring, especially since most of my close friends don't go to the same school I do so they don't have today off :(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112290710081174670?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112290710081174670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112290710081174670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112290710081174670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112290710081174670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/08/having-your-own-blog-means.html' title='Having your own blog means...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112278472336835931</id><published>2005-07-31T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T12:38:43.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New tagboard, and other stuff</title><content type='html'>Stupid tag-board.com. For me, if an e-service goes down for 3 days straight with out any announcement whatsoever, it's as good as dead. So there goes all my messages. So please guys, tag at my new tagboard, &lt;i&gt;para 'di mukhang wala nagbabasa, kahit nagbabasa naman kayo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yet a gain I'm posting one day late, I just plainly forgot y'now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was pretty tiring, I attended my Mass Service Training in the morning, it was suppose to be for the whole day but I originally had an LSGO (Guidance thingy) scheduled for the afternoon. Then it was postponed for Aug 6, oh well. I don't want to get too tired anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after eating lunch at the service training (&lt;i&gt;para 'di sayang ung P80 na binayad ko&lt;/i&gt;) I left and went home. Thinking the game wasn't until 4pm, I decided to take a nap (because I had originally planned to sleep the whole weekend, I've had a pretty tiring week mind you). Good thing I woke to my sister's screaming, I was still able to watch the last 5 minutes for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC Intal angered the Black man, and you know you should never anger the Black man :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post game, decided to watch a movie in Eastwood. It's good to live near Eastwood, &lt;i&gt;kung may pupunta pwede lang makisama&lt;/i&gt;. I can be there in 2 minutes from my house *cough*cough* *call*me*. So the movie for the day was Wedding Crashers, pretty ironic actually. Since I did crash the movie viewing, they even paid for my ticket. Also, I forgot about how nice it is to watch in Eastwood (&lt;i&gt;lagi nalang kasi sa Gateway or Gale&lt;/i&gt;), not only is the "Cyber Park" jingle pretty amusing, you can pull up the seat dividers :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;i&gt;na libre na movie ko, 'di na ako naghanap ng dinner&lt;/i&gt;. So I just went home instead to get some much needed sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112278472336835931?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112278472336835931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112278472336835931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112278472336835931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112278472336835931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-tagboard-and-other-stuff.html' title='New tagboard, and other stuff'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112265616155221495</id><published>2005-07-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:59:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Golden Tickets</title><content type='html'>Class today was so... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So English and Lit were the same as always, but things didn't venture into the Twilight Zone until I got into my ES class. So ES seemed to be like the typical class, Clavee (our teacher) goes on with his lectures, stating after every projected handout that we don't need to copy it since it's in the book (even though it's not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go on unto about population. However, things seemed to spark when we came to the point about fertility, birth rates and such. But what really grasped the attention of the whole class, was when we came into the part about the population growths, and one factor that affects population growth are, you guessed it, birth control techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this turned into a heated discussion, we were talking kinds, methods, prices, flavors, chew ables... yes everything. Now since this discussion took well the rest of the class time, Sir Clavee (&lt;i&gt;kinlilig nga siya at one point&lt;/i&gt;) now wanted to have us present some sort of presentation about the different kinds and methods, with samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since everyone was beaming out, wanting to present, he decided that only 5 were to present since it would take up too much time. Also I don't think there are just enough birth control methods to supply the whole class. So as to have some sort of equality of the class, he goes about choosing the lucky 5 by randomly pointing at the seat plan (*thinks Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, now where are those Golden Tickets?*). So the first &lt;s&gt;victim&lt;/s&gt; lucky person chosen to present was Helen (I think), but she didn't want any say in the matter, and promptly refused. Cam on the other hand was exited (she even screamed in joy) to be given this marvelous... task. So as the other names were called, they each celebrated to be honored with such a task, he then called on Mickey... who? Oh Mikey... WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I'm now tasked to present something about birth control. Then, he later asked that we be paired off (we can choose of course) but it then had to be of the opposite sex. So at first, my parter was to be Alex (well she was seated beside me anyways) then Chong wanted in on it. So it became a threesome. Then later Gerry wanted in on it, so our little threesome turned into a foursome O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, but later Alex decided to ditch the thing (why? I may never know) and Chong would be grouped with Cybele. So it's just Gerry and me... WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it is kinda pretty cool. Pretty coincidental with Charlie and The Chocolate Factory coming out next week. Having 5 lucky people. where one was dropped out and I became the fifth. Then we could have 1 partner... Destiny? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only problem lies on what Gerry and I'll present... shall we go with the Natural (Church approved) methods? Medicinal (&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;vasectomy... *shudder*)  &lt;/span&gt;methods? Or something that contains flavors? Ah I'll let Gerry decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing too actually, because Sasha had brought her copy of Harry Potter: The Half Blood Prince, and so Sir Clavee goes (before the class) "But Harry Potter is a children's book, you shouldn't read it." And everyone goes: "No it's not". Then all of a sudden, I ask Sasha to pass me the book... "I have textual proof that Harry Potter is no longer a children's book." *Flips to page 306... (you can read one of my previous entries for more info about this)* "Oh... so it's not a children' s book after all..." ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later off, after all my classes had ended, I headed of to CTC to use the PCs with KE and JD. Later I had lunch with a couple of old friends in Gale. We took into the Chinese place there. Then events just occur: falling asleep in our couch at home, eating out with the same friends I had lunch with for dinner. Going home early (10:30) because I have a Mass Service Training session tomorrow at 8. Nothing else comes close to today's ES class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't think much of you know, but I'm actually an acolyte (&lt;i&gt;sakristan&lt;/i&gt;). So I go to Mass twice a week (Saturdays/Sundays, depends on my plans, Wednesday mornings, My grandmother turned it into some sort of habit and now Friday mornings as my official mass slot where I'm to serve at the University Chapel). So go to mass every Friday morning at the University Chapel especially during First Friday 'kay? (shameless plug for God).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I forgot (damn me) that Miggy's birthday is on the 22nd of August (edits previous posts). Sorry Migs, my bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112265616155221495?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112265616155221495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112265616155221495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112265616155221495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112265616155221495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/5-golden-tickets.html' title='5 Golden Tickets'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112256267632001832</id><published>2005-07-28T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:18:56.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Habits Die Hard</title><content type='html'>Well they do actually. So here's a run down of some old habits I've had in High School that has followed me well into college. Some of which I had wanted to be changed by the time I enter College. But letting go is just so... hard. Others though, define who I am, so I'm sticking with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procrastinator Extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;No matter how you look at it, I've always been keeping myself from doing things I usually wouldn't want to do until a later time. Specifically, some time before the deadline that allows me to finish my work right before the deadline (I sense redundancy here..). So you have the usual things like pulling an all nighter to finish a project or homework or something. But my personal favorite is doing things the Ateneo High School way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, back in high school (wow, that seems so long ago), we used to have 5 minute breaks in between each period. And you guessed it, We'd have a mad rush to finish up projects, homeworks and what nots, anything that has to be submitted by the next period. The moment I shined in this was when I copied my 3 page math homework from my classmate right before our teacher set foot in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here in college, its much easier. Even though works are longer, breaks are longer too. I just so happen not to have any continuous classes except for English and Lit, which is not so bad since they both are in the same classroom. So for every other class, I have at least an hour to do some cramming. As for English and Lit, there is a 10 minute break in between. Enough time to have an overwhelming Zerg Rush™.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This even rubs off when I go somewhere. I'm almost always on time or late for anything. Rarely am I ever early for something (unless I'm on a...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cramming is my forte, I just work better under pressure. No matter what you make me do, as long as the deadline is one night away, I'm not going to do anything until I really have to. Now some people may not like this (especially those in my group presentations), but that's just not really the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure if I get into a group, they're going to be pissed off at me at first. But when I work, I do it right and if not great, good results. I just work that way. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It felt so right, sleeping all day, staying up all night&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;Another thing about me is that I'm a night person, a vampire,  &lt;i&gt;paniki ako 'tol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Even though I have daily 7:30 am classes, that won't stop me from sleeping until its the AM. I haven't slept before 12AM since I was in grade school. Sure I'll have an occasional afternoon nap or an All sleep weekend, but I'll be awake at night. You can count on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like video games, and it's safe to say I'm good at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;Give me any video game, whether it be a new MMORPG or Lan Game, I'll learn it in a day or two and I'll be at a veteran level. Just as long as the game play is good and I have others to play with. (Reminiscent on how I got my first Mega Kill in Dota just 2 days after I started playing last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;People still don't spell my name right&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Is it just me? Or is when people write my name on something, they always tend to misspell it. Even if they have spelled it correctly at one point in time, They'll always end up misspelling it later on. I even had a person misspell my name when he was copying it of a list. Now just how hard is it to spell my name? It's &lt;s&gt;Mickey&lt;/s&gt; Mikey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I still get lost in conversations&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My spelling and handwriting are still shit&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; I use a spell checker. Also, I always prefer type written reports opposed to hand written ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still think I'm a HS student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; True Story: One Tuesday morning, I was driving to class (for Fil). By the time I realized it, I was already in the HS driveway! I must have been sleeping behind the wheel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I still tend to forget that I have female classmates now. But I'm still surprised to see girls in the classroom sometimes. I even had to reform my way of answering in class to not offend anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My subconscious gets the better of me sometimes.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;Somehow related to the previous habit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, especially early in the morning like when I've just woken up, My subconscious takes over. Sure I'll go to places I have to go to (and in some cases drive), do work and I'll even speak when spoken to, but I won't have any recollection of it later. It freaks me out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My room is still haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No matter what I do, when I go to sleep, when I wake up my closet door is always open and I mean it's always open. I know that I haven't slept yet if it's still closed. It couldn't be anybody else because my room door is still locked. I've tried closing it forcefully, I even tied it down occasionally. But in the morning when I get up, its open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't be me either because I even padlocked it once. So unless my subconscious could remember the code to the padlock, It couldn't possibly be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I still can't make good concluding statements&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Maybe it's got to be something about my trouble with saying good bye or letting go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I just created a LiveJournal Account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/%7Emikeycruz/"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/~mikeycruz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to find out how I can use Atom from Blogger and crosspost there with out having to be a paid LJ user. But if worse comes to worse, I'm crossposting manually (or multiposting). But if you already have an LJ account, feel free to add me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112256267632001832?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112256267632001832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112256267632001832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112256267632001832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112256267632001832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/old-habits-die-hard.html' title='Old Habits Die Hard'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112247569166759338</id><published>2005-07-27T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:01:47.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back due to popular demand</title><content type='html'>And Somewhere is back due to popular demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I was actually surprised when some people told me that they missed my &lt;i&gt;labuan &lt;/i&gt;blog. But the real question is, why do people consider this as a &lt;i&gt;labuan&lt;/i&gt; blog? &lt;i&gt;Ganyan ba ako ka labo?&lt;/i&gt; I hope not. If you want more entertaining blogs, you can check out &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/%7Ewest_ice069"&gt;West Ice's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, you will find it really funny at first, but it gets sort of a bit disgusting later on. To bad he's stopped blogging. It's a good read, trust me. Another fun blog is &lt;a href="http://outpostnine.com/editorials/teacher.html"&gt;Azrael's blog&lt;/a&gt;. He's supposedly an American English Teacher in Japan. His antics and ways of expression is cool, And Americanized Teacher is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Outpostnine (Azrael's site) is down, you can check out &lt;a href="http://omega.med.yale.edu/%7Epcy5/japanese/teacher.html"&gt;this mirror&lt;/a&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it doesn't need a rocket scientist to guess why I've not been able to post for quite a while (a week +1 day to be specific). I've been busy (duh) with school work, gimmicks (omfg, did I just say gimmick? that's so... old right?) and trips to Makati 3 times a week :D . Gimmicks are primarily outings with my college block mates/classmates usually right there in Katipunan or better yet in Gateway to watch movies. As for my Makati thing... &lt;i&gt;mamaya ko na yan pag-uusapan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hows it going... I'm having trouble juggling 4 orgs, my studies and my social life. So since the latter two are important, I'm thinking of dropping one of my orgs (most probably AJMA). Also, we have been having quite a few Holidays recently, notably last Monday and this Monday (yay, 2 weeks with out lab) and yesterdays cancellation of afternoon classes. But since my only class was Math at that time, I still had PE and Filipino. But in consolation to that, we've been given a free cut tomorrow (&lt;i&gt;may awa rin pala ung Fil prof ko&lt;/i&gt;). Too bad though, since tommorow is free cut from 10:30-12 for the St. Ignatius Mass, too bad I don't classes at that time. Oh well, you win some you loose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, for not writing for a week, I surely have so little to say...&lt;br /&gt;In other words, senseless rambling starts here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been dominating my block mates in DotA... Halimaw ka Sven!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Galing na ni Dota Gurl (Kim) sa Dota, I salute you Kim &lt;/i&gt;(&lt;i&gt;advance hapi bertdey na rin, &lt;/i&gt;Aug 1)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As for other advanced August birthdays,&lt;i&gt; hapi bertdey&lt;/i&gt; Rachel (Aug 11), Chard(Aug 16), Pao (Aug 20) and Miggy (Aug 22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I somehow managed to pass my ES Long Exam this morning, But if I do fail, I won't really be that mortified&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm filed under "senior" in the ACMG groupings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;For the Lasalites out there, good luck on your finals&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;As for UAAP issues, &lt;i&gt;mananalo pa rin kami&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who ever said you can't have a social life and still manage to get great grades, I'm beginning to believe you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tapa can kill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is justice in the world, it's just hiding from you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ouch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daily 7:30 classes is hell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I now understand how college students feel in Internet shops when the HS is dismissed, they do stink and are really noisy (not to mention that it gets really hot in the shop when they rush in)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congrats to Rodel (&lt;i&gt;tatay ka na uli&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of happy couples now, &lt;i&gt;ibang kalse talaga pag Co'Ed na&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For you other eligible bachelors out there (including myself technically) there's still 4 years of college (&lt;i&gt;3 lang pag Lasalite ka&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IMO, if you're going to choose a girl, don't get your block mate or your class mate, you'll be together for quite a while, it'll usually never work.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;That is unless of course you both have a thing for each other and it's that strong&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;malapit na kami...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112247569166759338?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112247569166759338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112247569166759338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112247569166759338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112247569166759338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-due-to-popular-demand.html' title='Back due to popular demand'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112176535227500910</id><published>2005-07-19T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:46:02.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aray ang sakit, 'di ako pinansin...</title><content type='html'>Within 5 minutes of myself posting that status in YM, windows started popping up all over the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dami pala chismoso sa ym, amf... &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all true actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; 50 First Dates soundtrack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112176535227500910?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112176535227500910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112176535227500910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112176535227500910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112176535227500910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/aray-ang-sakit-di-ako-pinansin.html' title='Aray ang sakit, &apos;di ako pinansin...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112168331321448914</id><published>2005-07-18T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:03:54.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter, sexually mature? maybe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Malibog si Harry&lt;/i&gt;, and I have textual proof!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form name="malibog"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;select name="malibog1" onChange="" value=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;option value=""&gt;--Spoiler Alert--&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;option value=""&gt;"...Harry,who was still trying not to think about Ginny&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;option value=""&gt;any more than he could help, despite the fact that she&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;option value=""&gt;kept cropping up in his dreams in ways that made him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;option value=""&gt;devoutly thankful that Ron could not perform Legilimency"&lt;/option&gt;     &lt;option value=""&gt;p306, HP 6&lt;/option&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyhahaha, galing ko gumawa ng spoiler tag. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/emoticons/gg.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it should also be known that: &lt;i&gt;mas malibog pa si Ginny&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112168331321448914?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112168331321448914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112168331321448914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112168331321448914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112168331321448914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/harry-potter-sexually-mature-maybe.html' title='Harry Potter, sexually mature? maybe...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112160382816699120</id><published>2005-07-17T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T20:37:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One smile, then I died</title><content type='html'>Holy shit, 2 days in a row. There goes my daily commitment out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why haven't been posting? I don't know. I've been busy. Going out, attending school shiznats, busy with other school shiznats and lately I've been reading the recent book of the Harry Potter series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is it just me? or is this book classified wrong? It's just too dark to be considered a children's book. It should be classified for the young adult now. But I don't care, I'll read it anyways. It's just one of those things you just have to finish. Just like Star Wars.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's life? I really don't know. But some of us are going to be starting something tomorrow in school. I don't really want to post it here right now until it goes public. But it really concerns all the students of the Ateneo Loyola Schools. I hope anybody who's reading this now will agree tomorrow and cooperate willingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112160382816699120?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112160382816699120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112160382816699120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112160382816699120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112160382816699120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-smile-then-i-died.html' title='One smile, then I died'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112135140845208011</id><published>2005-07-14T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:39:52.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thursday Post</title><content type='html'>Thursdays are, boring. Well, it's boring only because of Filipino :p. So Filipino was boring as always. Arnis was pretty fun, learned a new "skill set", the redonda. It was confusing at first, but I got the hang of it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math on the otherhand... now that was a different story. We actually had our first test today, and it was, challenging. Think normal High School problem but in a third of the time. I still actually pulled it of, but I never felt so rushed in a Math test in my life. I'm was used to always finishing ahead in Math tests in high school, but this time I was pressed for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how boring Thursdays are? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112135140845208011?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112135140845208011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112135140845208011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112135140845208011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112135140845208011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/thursday-post.html' title='The Thursday Post'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112127163072197087</id><published>2005-07-13T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:20:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall hopping</title><content type='html'>So today wasn't a great waste (even though it didn't rain, darn it). English was made into a pGMA forum, Lit was... something like a "mellow high school drama" where boy meets girl, boy likes girl and so on... It was a funny sight indeed, a lot of people knew about the whole crush thing but the girl in question. Clueless? Maybe. ES... do we even do anything in ES? Not much I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intac however, was pretty interesting to some, but completely boring to me. Today's session was about Ateneo's history, I've been in the Ateneo for 12 years, the first 3-4 times I had this lecture was fun, but later it's downright sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the day wasn't a total waste, I got to eat in Tapa King and go to Gateway with Gerry, Dot, Rachel, Alex, Chong and KE. First we went to Fully booked, browsed some books (Dot and Rachel were looking for a textbook, I guess they're nowhere to be found in Gateway.) Afterwards it was Timezone all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I got pwned in Air Hockey by Gerry. Well, in the first minute of the game, I was leading 5-0. After which I decided to go a bit lenient on her, but then Gerry suddenly got the "Air Hockey Urge" and pwned me. Next thing I knew I was down 8-5 v_v. Then Gerry got the urge to play a shooting game. Since Time Crisis 2 was er... occupied, we settled for that weird ninja game. It was okay, but nothing beats Time Crisis 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Arcade Basketball, Chong Dominated, but I still won a few games. KE came out of nowhere and suddenly pwned all of us in the last game. Later, some Timezone guy approached us asking if we wanted to join the Arcade Basketball tourney. I rejected, But Chong was interested. It was a set of 3 games for 30 Pesos. Top something get a chance to join the official tournament (elimination style). Too bad for Chong though. He scored lowest for the Gateway branch ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole Gateway thing, we went our separate ways. But my day wasn't done. I still had a previous "appointment" in Megamall. All I can say is that, practically no one was in Megamall. They were probably all in Makati or something :p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112127163072197087?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112127163072197087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112127163072197087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112127163072197087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112127163072197087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/mall-hopping.html' title='Mall hopping'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112118391022829435</id><published>2005-07-12T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:16:29.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>© is for Cramming</title><content type='html'>I suddenly remembered why I stopped blogging in high school.. I was too busy cramming &gt;_&lt;. I was in AHS c2005, and we were ©rammers, it was our class motto. Whenever there would be a long homework/ project or exam, at least half of the class would be online in ym, some even sleeping over at someone's house just to finish the homework/ project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah that was the life. I though it was over, I was wrong, dead wrong. Tonight I was cramming everything, my homework and studies in preparation for the day ahead. Heck, I'm even cramming in this blog. But the hard part's over I just finished everything. I'm dead tired, but I still can't sleep, this site's just too much of a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine, I got a decent grade in my Arnis practical Exam (not perfect, but at least it's still an A), Filipino was boring as always and I learned a few things in Math. I also ate in Manang's today and I clarified that instead of Dota Gurl being influenced by the Dota boys (becoming a tomboy of some sorts) it was in fact the other way around. Dota Gurl is evil. Good thing I'm immune to "gender altering" influences/ actions though, that's what 4 years in the Ateneo High School for you. But that all is not the focus of tonight's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.warrenellis.com/index.php?p=971"&gt;London Will Fucking Twat You In A Minute, Son&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the link says, London didn't give a damn about the recent bombings that plagued their transportation system. They were bombed, and they lived on. Only wondering how to get to work the next day. My favorite quote: "London doesn’t hurt. Anal sex hurts when attempted without lubricant." says it all. The Brits can surely take a beating, but they'll get up soon after and move on. What's past has passed, time to move on. Unlike some other westerners over there who took it a wee bit too harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For them Brits, Tea solves everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit cold?&lt;br /&gt;Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your significant other has just left you?&lt;br /&gt;Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been told you've got cancer?&lt;br /&gt;Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coordinated terrorist attack on the transport network bringing the city to a grinding halt?&lt;br /&gt;TEA DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it's really serious, they may bring out the coffee. The Americans have their alert raised to red, we break out the coffee. That's for situations more serious than this of course. Like another England penalty shoot-out [in soccer].&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the British for you, the terrorists just chose the wrong people to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for local matters, I don't have a real stand. But if you want to ask, I hope it rains hard tomorrow (especially in Makati).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/emoticons/e4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot to mention, but it seems as though more people read this blog than I think, quite a few people apologized and sympathized with me for my previous post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112118391022829435?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112118391022829435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112118391022829435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112118391022829435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112118391022829435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/is-for-cramming.html' title='© is for Cramming'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112108691947947547</id><published>2005-07-11T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:28:44.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit ba nananakit ang mga girls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;1 month pa lang ako nag college pero nagkaroon na ako ng 3 scratch (isa hindi talaga mawala, Rachel kasi, 1 lingo na 'to), isang katutak na kurot, mga tama dahil sa pag swing ng bag, mga tama mula sa "sparring partner" ko sa arnis, tama sa ulo dahil sa loose ball (mula sa mga nagbabasketball sa PE), ilan beses na ako malapit mahulog sa pagbaba ng hagdanan dahil bigla sila humihinto at iniilagan ko, 2 tama ng bolpen mula sa katabi ko sa English, basa na shirt dahil natapunan ako ng C2 at kanina lang sinipa ako sa shin ko (di ako tuloy makalakad).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder I'm not in a hospital right now. But think, that all happened in a month. What will my list be like in a year? 4 years?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, today was a fun day (aside from getting kicked in the shin). My plant for ES 12 was still alive (alive and kicking, for now...), I got decent score in my ES 10 test, same goes for Lit, Eng class was enriching (first class of the day after last night's game) and I think I did good in my Lab session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to "hang out" with some of my good friends in High School. Man and Jeff. I haven't seen them for the longest time and it was just by chance we ran into each other in the Caf. I also found out that Man's Sony PSP™ has some "interesting videos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even submitted my letter stating that I read my Student Handbook to the Adsa when I with &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/master-bay.jpg"&gt;Miki Bay&lt;/a&gt; (when he went to ask if he could resched something). The window girl even had the nerve to play 20 question with me before she took my reply slip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl:&lt;/b&gt; Did you read the Student Handbook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; uh, yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl:&lt;/b&gt; What are the basic rules that you should follow in the campus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; uh, there's no dress code in campus but we should try out best to be presentable except in the SOM building where there really is a dresscode, always wear your ID, no smoking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl:&lt;/b&gt; Do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I plan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl:&lt;/b&gt; Where are students allowed to park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Any parking slot that isn't paved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl:&lt;/b&gt; Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; East and West carpark, Belarmine and that place behind SOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl:&lt;/b&gt; Okay... what's the fine for illegal parking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; 500 Pesos! (in some gameshow like accent, I don't know what came over me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl:&lt;/b&gt; That will do. *takes reply slip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pays to pretend to know the contents of the student handbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My AMS interview was a breeze and my sister got me into AJMA. Great day, until I got kicked in the shin that is. I don't feel like discussing here why I got kicked but all I have to say is that she's not in any of my classes nor is my block mate for that matter. She's a good high school friend who I haven't seen since I journeyed into college. Well actually it was a playful kick, but I think she got a little bit carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel the effects until now though, my shin is blue (just a small bruise) and it still pains me to walk. Now how am I suppose to survive my Arnis practical test tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112108691947947547?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112108691947947547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112108691947947547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112108691947947547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112108691947947547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/bakit-ba-nananakit-ang-mga-girls.html' title='Bakit ba nananakit ang mga girls?'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14021180.post-112100682513497146</id><published>2005-07-10T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:13:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>Okay.. so that shameless car commercial is still in my mind and instead of Ford getting more interested customers, the may have made people mad at them for delaying the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that people were all so very excited to watch the game. Then we had a 45 minute shameless advert about how good of a &lt;s&gt;American&lt;/s&gt; German car the Ford Focus was. But I have to admit, it was pretty cool seeing the blimp car floating in Araneta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So game on (finally) and here we were screaming our lungs out for Ateneo (we did have seats, we sat only during time outs or in between quarters though) and little by little La Salle's lead steadily grew to 30. And it stayed there. I guess it was too much of a challenge for the rookies to be playing a big game like ADMU Vs. DLSU as their first game into the season. When Jai and the dude with the 'fro (I still don't know his name) came into play, La Salle just ran over them. But at least though the 'fro showed some skills. He was able to make a jump shot, just barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we lost, big deal. When Ateneo won the Championship a few years back we also came into the season at a bad start. So think of it as a remake of the Championship year ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, my family and I went to Taco Bell in Gateway. It wasn't so much of a "victory dinner", but we were able to see Rich Alvarez (PBA rookie of the year), Paul Artadi and Enrico Villanueva eating in Taco Bell. But not all together. And for one of the reader's there who's crush is Villanueva, he's a lot skinnier now than from his Ateneo days. His team probably made him so he'd get across court a lot faster now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm suppose to be to be doing my assignment right now, instead I'm going to post yesterday's supposed entry. &lt;i&gt;Di pala ako naka post nun no?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun, aside from waking up at 7am (woke up late, got home at 4:30am actually), we were to attend a Guidance Thing for school at 8-12. We were all in the classroom (my block), but there was a bit too much students in the classroom. As it turns out, our INTAC facilitators had made a mistake. Telling us that our Guidance thing was at 8am but it was actually suppose to be at 1pm. So one morning screwed up. Since the others had nothing to do till 12, we decided to go Gateway to watch Fantastic 4 while 6 guys and a girl decided to play DOTA instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem was though, Rachel, Dot and Keziah had to be in the Ateneo vicinity by 12pm. Being it already 9am and Fantastic 4's first showing was at 12, we decided to stay in Seattle's Best and later have lunch in Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having "coffee" in Seattle's was okay. At least I got to know something about my block mates and a few "realizations" about others (&lt;i&gt;Huh? ganun pala si ____?!?!&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Max, 5 of us where left since the others had better places to be &lt;_&lt;. Gerry, Keziah, Tope, Alphie and I were left of those who went to Seattle's, the "final survivors". So with the 5 of us there, the waiter suggested that we take a "Half Table Set Menu" which is good for 5. I guess that Seattle's should go after Max, since we barely halved the food. Good thing the Dota Boys (and girl) came around. They ate the left overs. Actually, it feels more like devoured our left overs. Dota has a thing that hunger no longer becomes an issue, until you log out that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, after the others had already left (&lt;i&gt;mga may sundo, etc&lt;/i&gt;), I decided to play Dota with the 2 Dota Guys and Girl who were left. To think we played Dota, 5on4 and Dota Girl was still a little bit of a newbie. Yeah &lt;i&gt;talo kami&lt;/i&gt;, but only because I ran out of game time and I wasn't able to "instruct" Dota girl properly and the other two Dota guys made her play a hero she was not accustomed too. Since I had to watch over her game play since she was using a melee character for the first time. So it felt like playing two characters at once, not being able to unleash my full potential. (no offense Dota girl, can I call you that from now on? ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I went to Ticket Net to get my tickets. &lt;i&gt;galing nga ngyari actually&lt;/i&gt;, I was there to claim the two patron tickets my sister and I bought last March (we bought season patron tickets too all of Ateneo's games c/o my dad's friend) and the Upper A tickets I had ask for from a friend. But as it turns out, the supposed patron tickets miraculously turned into Upper A tickets and a 300 peso gift certificates for any food stall in Araneta, some dude in TicketNet screwed up. And as for an odder turn of events, the Upper A tickets that I had made my alumni friend get for me (which I was suppose to sell to someone) turned out to be Lower Box Tickets. Odd turn of events eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird actually, since the lower box tickets were technically my tickets, I didn't feel like watching with my sister, so I asked D to watch with me, she was a die hard Atenean in UAAP but she's in UP now and since it was Sunday (family day for most people) she couldn't go. Also maybe because I only asked her the night before v_v. The other girls I knew in high school were mostly in La Salle or UP now and I don't really feel that close to them anyways or they weren't interested in watching, same goes for the other girls in my block. Since I didn't feel like inviting a guy to watch with me in Lower Box, so to hell with it. May as well go with my sister since it was the original plan to watch with her in the patron area anyways. As for the Upper A tickets that were supposedly my patron tickets, my dad gave them to the son of the dude who got our "season patron tickets". Great world huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I went to Eastwood with some of my old friends, &lt;i&gt;suki na ata ako sa Easwood ah&lt;/i&gt;. Also, I'd like to say sorry to Dota Girl when I "snapped" at her last night in YM when she was asking for help in Math. I was a bit busy and was partially panicking due to the fact that I was going to Eastwood with no cash. Good thing my parents always kept some cash at hand at home ^_^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112100682513497146?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112100682513497146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112100682513497146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112100682513497146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112100682513497146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112090797760614901</id><published>2005-07-09T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T19:22:15.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist: &lt;/span&gt;Yellow Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;Ocean Avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt; Only One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken this fragile thing now&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I've thrown my words all around&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so broken up (so broken up)&lt;br /&gt;And I give up (I give up)&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one.&lt;br /&gt;I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do.&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my mistakes, let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't hold on for too long&lt;br /&gt;Ran my whole life in the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something's breaking up (breaking up)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up (like giving up)&lt;br /&gt;I won't walk out until you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, there's just no one who gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You are my only my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go so dishonestly&lt;br /&gt;Leave a note for you my only one&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can see right through me&lt;br /&gt;So let me go and you will find someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, there's just no one, no one like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang, naaliw lang kasi ako sa song na 'to ngayon :p &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/emoticons/kis.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112090797760614901?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112090797760614901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112090797760614901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112090797760614901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112090797760614901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/only-one.html' title='Only One'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112079881527813427</id><published>2005-07-08T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T13:01:32.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day late</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this blog a day late... because I just woke up. A lot did happen, but I just can't remember the specifics. I remember going to school, chatting with friends and going to Eastwood last night. And I have a slight headache. Good thing we didn't have class today ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I'll just post some nice stories that I was suppose to post yesterday. These are what I consider "inspirational stories" I have collected over the years. All saved in a single text document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Most Important Body Part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother used to ask me:&lt;br /&gt;"What is the most important part of the body?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, "My ears, Mommy." She said, "No Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer. So this time I told her, "Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes. She looked at me and told me, "You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge. Over the years, Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, "No, but you are getting smarter every year, my child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then few years past, my grandpa died.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was crying.&lt;br /&gt;Even my father cried.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry. My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final good-bye to Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me,&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when she asked me this now.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought this was a game between her and me.&lt;br /&gt;She saw the confusion on my face and told me, "This question is very important.&lt;br /&gt;It shows that you have really lived in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you was wrong and I have given you an example why. But today is the day you need to learn this i Important lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked down at me as only a mother can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her eyes well up with tears.  She said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "Is it because it holds up my head?"&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one. It is sympathetic to the pain of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will forget what you said...&lt;br /&gt;People will forget what you did....&lt;br /&gt;But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.  Be a blessing.  Get your shoulder ready all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've Not Forgotten Our Promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family background, and that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused the girl to be very upset. With that and the family's pressure, the gal often vents her anger on him. As for him...he only endured it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated and decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the gal: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, and with the guy's determination the family finally gave in an agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gal went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails and phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the gal was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum cry, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. she had lost her voice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in the hospital, besides silent cry...it's still just silent cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone which pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know and, not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent countless replies and phone calls.. all the gal could do besides crying is still crying...The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything and be happy. With a new environment, the gal learned sign language and started a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came and told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed and her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The gal was shattered! When she opened the letter, she saw her name on it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what was going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used sign language to tell her, "I've spent a year to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The gal finally smiled......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know how to&lt;br /&gt;give.&lt;br /&gt;* Treat every moment as if it's the last day, then you'll know how to&lt;br /&gt;treasure.&lt;br /&gt;* Treasure what you have right now, or else you may regret one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Sweet Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sent by Mike Go&lt;br /&gt;Shared by Joe Gatuslao&lt;br /&gt;Bacolod City, Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down. I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: This is fun!!!! Hold on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I love you, please, slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now please give me a big hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Girl hugs him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off baby? It's bugging me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. 2 people were on it but only 1 survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him &amp; felt her hug 1 last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ ~ ~&lt;/div&gt; Well, That will be all for now. Maybe I'll post again later when my head clears up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112079881527813427?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112079881527813427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112079881527813427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112079881527813427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112079881527813427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-late_08.html' title='A day late'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112065047798771887</id><published>2005-07-06T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:29:46.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Through the laughing years...</title><content type='html'>Missing high school, is that how every freshman college student feels for the first few weeks of college life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/personal/tagaytay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/personal/tagaytay_th.jpg" alt="Click to enlarge" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Us in Tagaytay Highlands, maybe I'll upload more pics of us in Tagaytay sometime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the good times. nothing to do but just have fun (but for a short time we did have to worry about getting into a good college). Sleeping in class, playing cards during breaks, cramming for projects and playing lan games to get out of tense feelings before a test and playing again afterwards to celebrate, watch movies, go out to drink; you know, that sort of thing "normal" high school students do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah those times are gone, but who says we can't relive them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(c2005 boys, take two tayo sa Tagaytay sa sem break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, here we are now with my present block in College, ADMU 1 BS MIS S3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/personal/s3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/personal/s3_th.jpg" alt="Click to Enlarge" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm having a good time with my block. It's just that some people are just too vain when it comes to taking pictures. S3 is a collection of the vain people of the Ateneo freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I played Dota with some of the guys and girl of the block. Namely Carlo, Chong, JV, Kiko and... Kim. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehe saya&lt;/span&gt;. I was teamed up with Carlo and Kim. Even though newbie&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; si  &lt;/span&gt;kim &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa whole lan gaming thing&lt;/span&gt;, Chong was a little bit of a newbie in Dota too. We didn't run into much problems even though we were using Sven, Tinker and Vengeful and we were up against Ursa Warrior, Rhasta and Razor. Problems only came when Rhasta Ursa Warrior teamed up but Carlo and I worked up a counter against that pair anyways. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malakas si Sven, basta magaling ka... walang laban Ursa Warrior kay Sven. &lt;/span&gt;Long story short, my team was winning, but there so happened a lan error. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shet, nakaka bitin talaga kung di mo natapos ung game&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said I'm currently enjoying life here in the college (after 8 long years in the grade school and 4 years in high school). I just wish more of my old High School friends were here in Ateneo too. Too bad they're mostly in La Salle now. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kita-kits sa Araneta this Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've already chosen the orgs that I want to join. I'm going to be in MISA (Management Information Systems Association). AJMA (Ateneo Junior Marketing Association) and probably AMS (Ateneo Mathematics Society) and since I want to go to World Youth Day in Germany this year, I might be joining the Campus Minsitry this year (p&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara maging malapit sa mga pari ng Ateneo katulad ng nasa high school ako&lt;/span&gt;. Knowing the school's priests can help if you need something ^_^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Ateneo news, it turns out that Fr. Carmelo A. Caluag S.J. is no longer a Jesuit and is no longer going to serve as a Jesuit. Since he was Vice-President of the Office of University Development and Alumni Relations, I guess I won't be getting that "Happy Birthday" letter from the Ateneo since he was the one who started the whole "Send a letter wishing happy birthday to the alumni so he &lt;s&gt;can&lt;/s&gt; will send a donation..." thing. Also, it's nice to note that there are currently 7,901 students, 7,147 registered cars and 1,920 available parking slots in the Loyola Schools. Where some 200+ parking slots of the Loylola Schools are "stolen" by the 4,400 registered cars for the grade school's 4,180 students because they only have 516 available parking slots. Which is kind of senseless since it can be assumed that &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; registered cars of the grade school are to be driven by drivers or parents bringing/picking up their kids to school. The 2,591 students of the High School with 2,200 registered cars and 388 parking slots can stay in their own corner of the Ateneo Campus for all I care. Finally, it's nice to see that 19 cars in the past week have been found in the Loyola School's carparks with thier doors unlocked. It's good to know that you can leave your car unlocked in Ateneo's carparks and the security guards/ good samaritans will lock it for you and kindly inform the administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Duck tape is like the force, it has a light side and a dark side and it holds the world together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112065047798771887?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112065047798771887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112065047798771887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112065047798771887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112065047798771887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/through-laughing-years.html' title='...Through the laughing years...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112056530887739720</id><published>2005-07-05T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:49:52.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, or something like it.</title><content type='html'>Wow. 4 violent reactions, 2 "huh"s and 1 "Thank God" from my previous post, strange world huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that finally (hopefully) put aside to rot in the corner of strange conclusions, I'm finally going to share the strange happenings in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it seems as though I've been duped into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easiest&lt;/span&gt; classes that any freshman can take in Ateneo. I've been doing all my requirements even doing some extra work (somehow managing to keep at least a B+ average) and I still find the time to play Dota, update this time consuming blog, find the time to meet up and talk with my old high school friends (most of them through ym though), socialize with my new college peers (that sounds so square... I'm square for "saying" that) and I've caught more ZzZs in a week than I ever did in High School. It's just that I feel that I've landed practically all the best profs I can get for my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have too much free time or what? I even had the time to  sit in my "former Fill11" class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we'll cover the "scary" female course block mates that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Jhay Dhee, I'm at least 2 heads taller than her and she can high kick my face. Rachel, she's caused a bruise (when she dragged me around campus) and a scratch on my arm when I bumped into the glass (and yes is was glass) display case in the library when I was with her. Bea supposedly, ehem, slashed her classmate's bag in high school, but for good reason or so she says. Better not get into her bad side. As for Alex, Dot, Kim, Keziah and Gerry, I don't think I want to get on their bad side. (Though I think I'm already in Kim's bad side v_v)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, I just covered all the girls in my MIS Block. There's only 8 of them... sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that should be it for today. I learned that if it's online, anybody and later everybody will read and see it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dami pala nakakakilala sa web blog ko sa school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For my parting words, I'll leave it with a quote that I just heard recently on TV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Patrick needs love too!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A pink chubby starfish&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/14021180-112056530887739720?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112056530887739720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112056530887739720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112056530887739720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112056530887739720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-or-something-like-it.html' title='Life, or something like it.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112046762292358155</id><published>2005-07-04T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:02:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I think it deserves its own topic...</title><content type='html'>Just to clear things up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my final words for the day, for those who are wondering (especially the one who put my info in my own scam test and put Kim as my "crush")...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is not&lt;/span&gt; the person I was referring to in my last few posts about my secret crush or something like that. What kind of idiot are you taking me for? Why the hell would I give the link to my blog to her and even link to her blog? Kim is somebody who I consider a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't think anybody besides myself would know who exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;is. So you'll just have to keep on guessing, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112046762292358155?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112046762292358155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112046762292358155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112046762292358155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112046762292358155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/because-i-think-it-deserves-its-own.html' title='Because I think it deserves its own topic...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112046558543021105</id><published>2005-07-04T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:06:49.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Chinese dammit!</title><content type='html'>As I've said for the nth time in the short 4 week stay in the Ateneo De Manila University. Numerous times I've been asked to join Celadon for my so called "Chinese features". So features that makes me look Chinese, especially my eyes or so some say. But does that makes me Chinese? I don't think so,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 100% Filipino ako... kaso Hong Kong birth certificate ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my previous post, yes that link is a scam. Any info you put there will be e-mailed to me. Somebody even had the nerve to post in my name. Too bad he got my email address and my crush wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that post, I did not and I repeat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did not&lt;/span&gt; fall for that trick as well. It's an interesting story actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the person who sent me a link to Crush007 last night was Kim. However, since I already knew about the site, I decided to play a bit. You see, Crush007 works in such a way that you only need to input a certain the e-mail add of the "scammer" to see who he/she has fooled in the past. This e-mail add is revealed once you get fooled (in the context that once you get fooled, this statement comes out: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Person] [E-mail add]&lt;/span&gt; has fooled you"). But as it turns out, instead of Kim being the scammer, she was the one who was scammed, by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim had mistakingly sent me the link to her friend's Crush007 account instead of hers. So what happened when I placed fake info to get the e-mail address, I saw her friend's e-mail address. And what did I see in the list who Kim's friend has scammed? Of course I saw Kim's info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who are curious, here his &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/kim-scam.jpg"&gt;Kim's Crush007 "Profile"&lt;/a&gt;. And yes, I'm Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing all that aside, I had a really hectic day today. First it was the whole "Introduction to the Library" thing for English Class followed by an activity that involves hunting for info in the library. Good thing Gerry's (for the record, Gerry is a she) class had already done this last week. So I just borrowed her completed work. 1 Homework done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Lit and ES, they were boring as usual.. not much to talk about there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for ES Lab... well, good thing I borrowed Kim's camera (Thanks Kim) for we had an outside activity in the pouring rain. Good thing everybody in my group had umbrellas. For this activity, we just had to check out the organisms in a certain area. We had an interesting "catch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/dragonhalf.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/matingsnails.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a dragonfly, some mating snails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/matingfrog.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/matingmoth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some mating frogs, and a moth who insisted that Gerry was his mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been that time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for some other stuff, I think that Kim is mad at me for *ehem* finding out her dark secrets and somehow for partially exposing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my final words for the day, for those who are wondering (especially the one who put my info in my own scam test and put Kim as my "crush")...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is not&lt;/span&gt; the person I was referring to in my last few posts about my secret crush or something like that. What kind of idiot are you taking me for? Why the hell would I give the link to my blog to her and even link to her blog? She's somebody I consider a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't think anybody besides myself would know who exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112046558543021105?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112046558543021105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112046558543021105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112046558543021105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112046558543021105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-not-chinese-dammit.html' title='I&apos;m not Chinese dammit!'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112040070753550791</id><published>2005-07-03T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:25:46.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Test</title><content type='html'>I'm just posting here to say how happy I am to finally know that I'm 100% compatible with my crush from taking &lt;a href="http://www.crush007.com/love.cgi?id=1120394830rxg"&gt;this test&lt;/a&gt;. This really made my day ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a fighting chance yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like theese little guys :p .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/mxpras/boards/eaglets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112040070753550791?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112040070753550791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112040070753550791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112040070753550791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112040070753550791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/interesting-test.html' title='Interesting Test'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112039462686807414</id><published>2005-07-03T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T21:11:32.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting in vain</title><content type='html'>I just jumped right back into the harsh reality of my life again. My life is one sided, and I'm on the losing end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, today I learned while taking care of the plant for my ES 12 project how green my thumb could be. Better yet, I learned that my entire hand could turn green in an instant. Yes, I forgot that I had just painted the pot of my plant less than an hour ago. While franticly trying to wash off the paint off my hands with soap and water, a thought ran across my mind: "You idiot, you can't just wash of paint with soap and water, you need paint thinner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally getting some thinner to wash of the paint crud of my hand, I thought of something, &lt;s&gt;this could really make a good joke&lt;/s&gt;, no matter how careful you are, you're always bound to screw up sooner or later. I picked sooner, I'd like to get it over and done with right away anyways so I can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we can move on to the topic at hand. Yes, life is one sided. you just better hope that you're on the right side. Even though I feel that I'm on the losing end, I don't think giving up is the answer. It's kinda like that fable in "Catch Me If You Can", about where the father talks about the mice stuck in milk or something like it where the mouse who gave up died and the mouse that kept on struggling later churned that milk into butter. But he still died nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm that mouse who died trying. I'd rather try and fail with no regret rather give up and live a life of remorse. So look out world, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, tides do change, and what you think is a one sided life might shift over to your favor. All you can do is hope for the best and never give up. It may come eventually or not at all. But hey, at least you waited with no regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, this post is partially in support of the song "Waiting in Vain" by Bob Marley (I think) later performed by M.Y.M.P. I don't want to wait in vain. But I will, I will wait in vain if I have to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112039462686807414?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112039462686807414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112039462686807414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112039462686807414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112039462686807414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/waiting-in-vain.html' title='Waiting in vain'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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-14021180.post-112032520442865071</id><published>2005-07-02T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T02:04:39.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>Looking past at my &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/%7Eras"&gt;tabs&lt;/a&gt;, I feel that I need a change of scenery. After all, I'm in college now. Things are changing. Most noticeable is the fact I now have female classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why move all of a sudden to blogspot? Well maybe it had something to do with the community :p. But seriously, I decided to move to blogspot because I want to have a more customizable web blog that Tabulas just can't offer me unless I decide to pay for their services and the 8th generation Chinese blood in me just won't let me do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since introductions are not really my thing, you can just head to my &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/%7Eras"&gt;tabs&lt;/a&gt; and read it from over there or you can look into my "complete profile" once I get it updated and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I just posted in my  &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/%7Eras"&gt;tabs&lt;/a&gt; recently, I don't feel obligated to post anything here in my pilot post in Blogspot. But what's the point of this blog anyways if I'm not going to share anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading to Eastwood last night I felt let down. I had just learned that I lost in the game of life 6 too 9. Having the urge to drink my problems away, I wasn't planning to listen to the rants and raves of my "drinking buddies" but I listened anyways. Listening to their stories, it made me think of what I was thinking prior. Here I was thinking that my life was over and here I just heard a story worse than mine, but he was better than me. At least he never gave up. It reminded me that feelings can really go down at times but sooner or later it will bounce up higher than before. Then your moments of sadness will just be a thing of the past. A distant memory that you can laugh at and it may even become a good party story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting home from Eastwood I was surprised to see some ym messages for me on my computer. One of these messages made my day. It gave me a new perspective in life. I may have a fighting chance after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember, Things may turn for the worst at times. But you should always remember that this worst time will only happen for a while. You will bounce right back up, perhaps even higher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14021180-112032520442865071?l=projectxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/feeds/112032520442865071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14021180&amp;postID=112032520442865071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112032520442865071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14021180/posts/default/112032520442865071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectxd.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780240293234240999</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></feed>
