<?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-13355118</id><updated>2011-05-22T02:27:47.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joe-day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shitted 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13355118.post-114883535295888742</id><published>2006-05-29T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:55:52.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got nothing better to do than rant..</title><content type='html'>it's been getting pretty obvious lately anyway.. i slip every now and then.. hard to keep it in when it get's annoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plastic.. i know how you really are.. small talk.. the part that bugs me the most.. so don't bother; i know i won't.. and besides, there was this one line which really bothered me.. i don't know if it was just you being the insensitive person you really are, or if you were just too stupid to realize how shallow those words made you seem; but who cares.. i won't expect anything from you anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part that sucks is how inferior i feel; as if i'm not good enough.. maybe that is the case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck do i care anyway..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-114883535295888742?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/114883535295888742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=114883535295888742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/114883535295888742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/114883535295888742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2006/05/got-nothing-better-to-do-than-rant.html' title='got nothing better to do than rant..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-114876986139984150</id><published>2006-05-28T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:04:05.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tangina..</title><content type='html'>i'd understand that i pulled a 24 working my ass off and drinking even, but i'm sane enough now to know you went too far man.. puta, i don't even know you, and you give me that kindf shit.. so what if you weren't sane at that time? who cares? it happened, you said it, i heard it, and so did everyone else in that fuck of a moment.. and hey, they say things come out easier once you have a sip; damn was it easy for you.. i heard of green, but the shit that came out of your mouth was more than just dirty, it's fucking twisted.. you sick sick fuck.. i ain't fucking gay, ass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can do your "imitation" of the faggot that i supposedly am at a party or another event, because it seems so amusing to you; but nahh, forget it.. you'll be lucky to get even a smile from gary lising.. funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed now.. i hope i don't get any of those gay wet dreams.. right..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-114876986139984150?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/114876986139984150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=114876986139984150' 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why pala.. its this fucking isolation from everything &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; inside my house.. i thought id be happy as long as i got probation, pero pucha, what a waste of summer if i spend most of it here lang.. tapos in those rare opportunities i get to spend time with friends, i notice i stutter a lot and that most of the stuff i say are corny or boring.. fuck it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its not like i have much to look forward to next school year anyway.. dont get me wrong, im real happy to still be in ateneo; its that over any other.. but with all the free time i have now, i cant help but think of what itd be like having to go through classes, seriously studying for tests, doing homework and papers on time, putting up with people i seriously dislike because arash wont be there (he's dumber than me kasi) - that'll suck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now its got me thinking, i should be out soaking rays and getting high, coz im one of the few lucky bitches who dont have summer class.. but then again, its not like i have a choice.. there are still some &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt; issues daw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i need my gudang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-114658209198611958?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/114658209198611958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=114658209198611958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-13355118.post-114294840202848890</id><published>2006-03-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:35:25.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why the philippines sucks..</title><content type='html'>of course we all know about the fucking economy and government already, so ima rant about something else.. ima talk about the incompetence of filipinos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, malls are cool, most of the time, right? i like going to shang, galle, mega, etc.. to hang out, plus i like buying shit.. but buying shit isn't always a pleasant experience.. despite having to put up with the pushy, dirty people of mega or cubao, you also have those fucking salespeople to deal with as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid salespeople.. if they weren't so annoyingly incompetent, malls would make a much larger fortune than they do now..&lt;br /&gt;reasons to hate them :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;some are &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; helpful; they look over your shoulder, constantly asking you what you want without you even getting to look around the store.. i mean, you just get there, you wanna look at stuff, then they start going "sir, may size kami nyan, bagong labas lang 'ho" or "maganda yan sir, bagay sa inyo".. talk about scripted work ethic..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then you get the masungit ones as well.. you finally see something you like, after searching for a long time, walking in and out of stores, your're tired, right? but when you ask for stock in your size, it's like they can't be bothered to look, like it's such a fucking hassle for them.. they don't even sound sorry when they can't find what you want in the stock room.. as if they aren't paid to help us out.. pieces of shit, that's what they are..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then you get the highly inefficient ones, those who have no idea what they're doing, like they were hired with no qualifications whatsoever for the job they're supposed to do.. you usually see people like this in hardware or computer stores, you ask about something like a cd, and they have no idea what you're talking about, so they say they don't have it.. and you have the baggers in supermarkets too, always taking their time as if the lines weren't so fucking long.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and finally, you have the fucking department store clerks.. they're everywhere, usually in bunches because they're busy making chismis with each other.. fucking gossips.. they seem to care more about the amount of make-up they have on than anything else..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah, im sure you've all encountered this in your regular trips to the local mall, i know i do everytime.. but there was this one particular incident though where i remember getting real pissed at an employee.. we went to makro in cubao.. got down in the fucking heat of the parking lot, and when we get to the entrance, the guard tells my mom to leave her handbag at the baggage counter.. of course we all go, "it's a handbag, you can't expect her to leave it in the counter", but then the guard goes, "ma'am, mashado 'ho malaki e, may size regulations kami", and despite our reasoning, he still refused to hear us out.. fucking stupid is what it was.. common sense would tell you that a handbag is a handbag, it's where every girl or woman leaves her most important valuables, because their pocket cant hold 'em.. that guard's complete lack of logic irritated me so much that i told my folks that we should just go, without even setting foot on a single aisle.. i refused to enter a place where they have guards who consider handbags as a threat to public welfare.. fucking asswipe.. it just goes to show you that even though some filipino's do take their jobs seriously, they still manage to find ways to mess things up..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of these days, it will get to the point where i will want to get whoever the fuck fired.. i will call the manager.. i'll complain my ass off, until i get an apology from everyone in the store.. but an apology won't cut it.. no way.. i want to get the satisfaction of shaming those peons, and showing them how inferior they actually are.. they work for me.. pieces of shit..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-114294840202848890?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/114294840202848890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=114294840202848890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/114294840202848890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/114294840202848890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-philippines-sucks.html' title='why the philippines sucks..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-114149231153653958</id><published>2006-03-05T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:28:42.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got to get this shit out of my head..</title><content type='html'>yoko naaa.. this is driving me nuts, the whole situation.. weekends suck : the others are out doing shit (most likely), she's with whoever the fuck, and im at home just imagining all that happening without me.. pucha.. i hate this.. im becoming so fucking paranoid and its not even summer yet.. what more then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ive been going through this mood shit lately, others noticed rin.. i know why of course.. i just say i dont coz its stupid, and people dont need to know - yet.. stupid month.. i just hope something good comes off all this, ive invested a lot na as far as im concerned, but its not too late to hold back though;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Drive slow, homie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You never know, homie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Might meet some hoes homie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Drive slow, homie" (Kanye West)&lt;kanye&gt;&lt;kanye&gt;&lt;kanye&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-114149231153653958?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/114149231153653958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=114149231153653958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/114149231153653958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/114149231153653958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2006/03/got-to-get-this-shit-out-of-my-head.html' title='got to get this shit out of my head..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-114083844059658394</id><published>2006-02-25T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:43:28.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing doing..</title><content type='html'>took a personality disorder test, here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disorder | Rating&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Schizoid: Low&lt;br /&gt;Schizotypal: High&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial: High&lt;br /&gt;Borderline: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Histrionic: Very High&lt;br /&gt;Narcissistic: Very High&lt;br /&gt;Avoidant: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Dependent: High&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, if you dont know what most of that means, it says that im extremely self centered, vain and  and proud, not caring about what or who other people are.. wow, that sure is shocking(sarcastic).. i had no idea i was all that(sarcastic).. the info is in the 2nd link below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna take the test, here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL of the test: &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL for more info: &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-114083844059658394?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13355118.post-113962741562088493</id><published>2006-02-11T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T12:22:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ateneo survey..</title><content type='html'>The Rule: Answer honestly and tag other Ateneans to answer it as well. Have fun  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Was Ateneo your first choice?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah, it was either that or UA&amp;amp;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do  you know what your ACET score is?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope. knowing i passed is enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was your first choice in course?&lt;br /&gt;A: BS Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Second choice?&lt;br /&gt;A: AB Comm or BS Comtech i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What turned out to be your course upon entrance?&lt;br /&gt;A:  BS Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you have any plans of  shifting?&lt;br /&gt;A: nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you Chinito/Chinita?&lt;br /&gt;A: i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Taga-Ateneo High?&lt;br /&gt;A: no. bulok dun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you have fun in your  Orsem?&lt;br /&gt;A: no. the orsem sucked like hell, sticky, sweaty and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which Gate did you enter during the first  day?&lt;br /&gt;A: gate two, but i got there damn early coz my ate was a tnt, so no traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ever had an F in  your grade report?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah asar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How  about an A?&lt;br /&gt;A: sa pe lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Highest  grade?&lt;br /&gt;A: a B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Lowest grade?&lt;br /&gt;A: D for Filipino last sem. now i got F's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Worst experience in AdMU?&lt;br /&gt;A: that stomach thing i got last month, had to puke in the cr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you always attend  class?&lt;br /&gt;A: nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What was/were your org/s?&lt;br /&gt;A: ama and ajma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many units have you passed?&lt;br /&gt;A: all 17 of the first sem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Nangangarap ka bang maglaude?&lt;br /&gt;A: no, coz it's not possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When will you graduate?&lt;br /&gt;A: 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Fave  subject/s?&lt;br /&gt;A: Lit(but the teacher hates me) and fil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Worst subject/s?&lt;br /&gt;A: eng12, calculus and es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Fave landmark sa AdMU?&lt;br /&gt;A: pingpong area, manangs, sec walkway, smocketttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Fave kainan?&lt;br /&gt;A: wala, everythings ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you always at the lib?&lt;br /&gt;A: pag mainit lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ever gone to the infirmary when  you were sick?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah, pero di ako pinansin, too many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you have a crush in campus?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah, she's, or rather they'r damn hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: May balak kang mag-MS,  PhD?&lt;br /&gt;A: nah, too lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever  watched a graduation ceremony?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah, sa lsgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know the  "Song for Mary" by heart?&lt;br /&gt;A: parts of it lang. they didnt teach us nman e, so why should we bother. plus knowing they ripped the music off the canadian national anthem doesnt make me want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Memorize mo ba ang Fabilioh?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah, noon pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: ...ang Halikinu?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah, same as the former&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: ...ang Blue Eagle  Spelling?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah, the king daw kmi e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you part  of Team Ateneo?&lt;br /&gt;A: of course not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who's your fave UAAP basketball  player?&lt;br /&gt;A: LA Tenorio, best point guard after mike cortez haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ever had a perfect score in an  exam?&lt;br /&gt;A: close to perfect, but that was before pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ano ang ayaw mo sa  Hell Week?&lt;br /&gt;A: uhhhhh, the hell part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you like about our school?&lt;br /&gt;A: hot chicks, cool people, good campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Ano ang ayaw mo?&lt;br /&gt;A: sucky jologs people who ruin the image of ateneans. they deserve to die, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever bought anything at the  A-shop?&lt;br /&gt;A: no money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Maganda ba ID pic mo?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah, like everyone else's(sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Done anything illegal on campus?&lt;br /&gt;A: uhh, poker aka gambling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Bought anything at National Katips?&lt;br /&gt;A: glue sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ever gone to Starbucks Katips?&lt;br /&gt;A: who hasnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  May nakaaway ka na ba sa school?&lt;br /&gt;A: nah, im a good guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: QPI?&lt;br /&gt;A: nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever reads this, answer it rin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113962741562088493?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113962741562088493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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_________</title><content type='html'>it's weird how she appeared in my dreams again.. this time i recall hugging her, then occasionally trying to reach for her hand.. i shouldnt be dreaming about her, but i did, and i do.. i dont know if i have the right to feel this way; maybe im just creating another fantasy, one i know i'll never meet.. but i have been thinking about her, in my conscious state, and the usual speculation, paranoia, jealousy, disappointment sets in.. im not making a move.. of course not.. how can i?  i'm too scared and proud to be that daring.. my ego comes before anything else.. but what then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for me to like a girl.. for some weird reason, i'm inclined to those i know i probably can't have.. can't i have her? i find myself hating her at times, for i-dont-know-what.. those small incidents even she would be unaware of.. i think i'm just trying to hate her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself.. i think this is all a phase.. i need a girl coz my life sucks right now.. i guess my head's got me thinking, if i have a girl, i'll feel better.. yeah, maybe i will.. the thing is, does it have to be her? yeah it does.. right now, i'd pick her over anyone else.. it's been a long time since i had that kind of conviction.. but i am fickle minded.. though it is hard for me to find one, i think i get turned off easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speculations.. i'm full of it.. all those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think&lt;/span&gt;'s and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;'s; hardly any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt;'s.. this is why i never get anywhere.. but do i want to get somewhere? maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a date..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113962423619173051?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13355118.post-113839026239153323</id><published>2006-01-28T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:31:02.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i wrong?</title><content type='html'>i had an interesting ym conversation with tj the other day.. he told me na naikinwento ako ng friend niya who i met one time not so long ago coz of a common friend rin.. small world.. some kwento that was.. it made me wonder what people really think of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course im affected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside my head : "does everyone think that way rin kaya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what struck me more; the gravity of what had been said about me, or the nerve of that person to even tell this to a personal friend of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's insulting.. thats all i can say..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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milbey's popularity will peak, and then fade away like sandara and hero(oh, you dont know who he is? good for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people will get tired of the currently reigning genre of local bands(hale, cueshe, and the like), and will slowly move to a better scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;manny paquiao will win his match against morales, and will further be adored for the "hero" he supposedly is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paris Hilton will sleep with more guys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;arash will hook up with the girl of his dreams, only to discover she's really a fag in disguise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;those girls i've been wanting to meet will know who i am, yessss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will get hooked on something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ima get skinny or buffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and s'more humiliating moments to add&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;ok, so there.. if i come up with anything new, add ko.. got tagged rin by arash, might as well answer it.. Ground rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "Five Weird  Habits of Yourself" and the people who get tagged need to then write an entry  about their five quirky little habits as well as state the rules of this game  clearly. In the end, you need to list the next five people who you want to  tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i cant stand/dont like certain things, in fact i avoid looking/listening/smelling/tasting/feeling these : the sound of styro, mayo and pickles, earings on anyone(it depends on what kind though), softdrinks(tolerable sometimes), any kind of fat on food(on pork chop, etc) most junk food, most chocolates, cake, seafood(particularly fish), shiny things like silver or gold, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i like these things : soggy rice krispies soaked in choco milk, the smell of gasoline and the aircon when just turned on, menthols(yeah, but ima stop soon), the feeling of a hangover, my hair(it sucks to you, but i like it), rap/rnb/jazz/house/retro sounds, some teleseryes, maggi savor, maggi tamarind broth cubes(i actualy nibble on this sometimes, kakaadik), girls who look kiddy/sleepy/sick, chinese flicks, japanese culture, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i often imagine a scene i want to happen in the near future, making a monologue of it for myself while seated on the toilet, or while waiting to fall asleep. it helps me practice what i would say or do in a given situation, like maybe when id go out with some girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i do everything last minute, fail, hate myself afterwards, promise to change, but do the same shit again.. its an endless cycle of depression and stress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i mislead people with my actions and words. impressions suck. people dont know me. i hardly ever open up to anyone, so in the end i feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;so there, thats 5, i think.. i dont wanna tag anyone in particular, so anyone reading, yeah, answer this shit if you want to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113750852088186741?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113750852088186741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=113750852088186741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113750852088186741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113750852088186741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-happy-2006-to-me-five-weird-habits.html' title='and a happy 2006 to me../ &quot;Five Weird Habits of Yourself&quot;'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-113536648155884045</id><published>2005-12-24T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T16:18:11.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas to my lungs..</title><content type='html'>ok, this is new.. i dunno what the fuck has been getting into me, but iv been smoking a lot more recently.. i cant remember how many i did these past few days, but it sure was more than just a couple.. sure, go ahead, tell me that im an idiot and everything, as if i havent been telling myself that.. i guess these occasions are considered as the &lt;em&gt;occasional &lt;/em&gt;times i do them cigs.. sana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid season kc e, i dont even feel the spirit.. whenever we go out to shop for gifts, i just end up getting pissed at the many people either blocking the way, or rubbing their sticky arms on my nice shirts.. give yesterday for example.. we went to gh to get gifts for the remaining people on the list.. of course you get the normal gh crowd, which is a whole lot already, plus the last minute shoppers; only they come in different forms.. from bargain hunters like us, to uhhh, dirtier people, who bring their annoying kids who feel like dogs when they rub up on you when you dont see them.. if i had a choice, i wouldnt go there for shit.. but then again, if i wanted to hang with cna migs there later on, i had to.. so there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with the guys in chilis.. the same old same old, no need to mention what happened.. lemme just narrate what happened the other day.. see, wed was the last day of class, right? the only reason we went to school was coz we had a test in calculus(fuck it).. so there, after that we had the whole day to do shit.. for some weird reason, we went all the way to gh just to have lunch in gerry's, went back to katips after anyway coz the others had class pa.. the usual drews' stop-over of course.. then went on to maco's for the xmas party after a couple of drinks.. uhhh, actually, theres only one part worth mentioning for that whole day.. andun sha, pucha.. as in her, the hottest, prettiest girl in the whole ateneo, or even outside that.. i was like, wtf is she doing here?(as if i didnt mind).. i wont mention names, stupid reb, buti nlang wala sha dun.. and fyi arash, she &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;pretty, you fucking lame ass blind piece of shit, you wouldnt know pretty if it slapped you in the face.. she came out in like 3 magazines na, gago.. and yours? nil, nada.. so there, just proving a point, haha.. left kindf early, baduy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd, its xmas eve, i dont feel nothing.. too tamad to greet rin.. maybe after i get my lame gifts(oversized shirts, cd holders, boxers, bottles of cologne i already have more than one of) il feel better.. gimme money nlang, please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113536648155884045?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113536648155884045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=113536648155884045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113536648155884045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113536648155884045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-to-my-lungs.html' title='merry christmas to my lungs..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-113475129788180432</id><published>2005-12-17T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T01:31:59.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im a big boy..</title><content type='html'>shit, i cant believe i just took public transpo alone knina.. i cant believe i even considered it.. i cant believe i did it even if i had no ride home coz i couldnt get a taxi coz i went to gh instead of shang coz my damn blockmates decided to go there instead to watch king kong which turned out to be a total waste of 3hours which i spent P160 in theatre mall(not even promenade) for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about 930 i think..&lt;br /&gt;didnt see no cabs/cabs didnt see me..&lt;br /&gt;took a bus..&lt;br /&gt;got off at galle..&lt;br /&gt;then walked home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.. i had my hands in my pockets the whole time.. good thing i had change.. still wouldve ratherd taking a taxi, but who cares, im alive.. but pucha, thats the last time ima risk that.. next time, ima make em pilit to go to shang instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shang is way better than gh.. i mean, gh is good for shopping, drinking, food trips and shit, but who really hangs out there? you dont go to gh to make tambay, unless looking for dvds is your idea of a good time.. go to shang instead.. yeah, maybe it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; expensive just to hang there, and a bit empty, but who the fuck cares? isnt that a good thing? less people = less jolog fools = a good time.. makes sense to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113475129788180432?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113475129788180432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=113475129788180432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113475129788180432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113475129788180432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-big-boy_17.html' title='im a big boy..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-113456622028696900</id><published>2005-12-14T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:55:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can no longer hate my dad..</title><content type='html'>im depressed, nothing else to it.. i havent felt this bad since i dont know when, so dont wonder why i dont talk or laugh as much as i used to.. im only starting to realize now that my parents are old, and that they wont be there for me as long as i want them to.. a couple of things really opened my eyes.. my dad isnt in that good a shape, wish i had known earlier.. i dont know how bad it is, part of me doesnt wanna know.. but its hard not to notice how much changed in the recent days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom spoke to my lola just the other day.. they talked about my dad and lolo, who died when i was about a year old.. lolo died coz of a heart thing, they said it all started without him even noticing, he just felt old, weak all of a sudden, high blood pressure, etc.. my dad is 50.. as far as my mom's kwento goes, the doctor told him to relax a little coz of high blood pressure rin.. hes been feeling real weak, that he hasnt been going to work as much, and actually wants to take a break from it all.. what the fuck am i supposed to think after all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take it all back now, all those times i said i hated my dad for being the hypocrite that he is.. all those times i cursed him under my breath for treating us kids like he does.. i know hes far from perfect, but my perception of him certainly changed now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i feel now is guilt.. theres no fucking way i can say i made my parents proud in any way.. i dont know if i even make them feel that i still love them.. i wish i could go back to those days where i really made time to hang out with my folks, where my no.1 fear was that id lose them just like that.. tangina, where did i go wrong? all iv been doing recently was complaining about my dad, and how when i become a dad myself, ima make sure i dont become like him.. now i can only wish to be half the man he is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad has a lot of demons, some of which im sure he wouldnt want us kids to know.. i used to curse him for it, all the shit he got himself into.. now all i am is amazed, amazed that despite all that, im still here and well because of him.. amazed that he carried, and is still carrying all that with him.. maybe thats whats causing his condition now.. maybe its also because of his short temper, he blows his top real quick.. but whatever caused the shit doesnt matter now, all i should be thinking about is making him feel and get better.. sana lang tlga he gets better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yeah, i forgot to mention : i love my dad.. a whole lot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113456622028696900?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113456622028696900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=113456622028696900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113456622028696900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113456622028696900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/12/can-no-longer-hate-my-dad.html' title='can no longer hate my dad..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-113415448464145620</id><published>2005-12-10T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T02:54:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im sick.. figuratively..</title><content type='html'>im tired of ranting about school, everythings the same.. the increased no. of breaks i have this sem doesnt do shit for me except make me spend more and feel more left out than ever.. i have friends, but i feel so damn alone sometimes.. plus i really feel people dont like me, im making a career out of swaying people the wrong way.. i havent been myself.. im an asshole..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back to feeling bad about not having someone there.. weird.. the other day in mega, i saw this girl.. i was there for mass, no school and all, and of course, we were standing up coz we were late.. so yun, she was standing across us with her folks, still in uniform(highschool i guess).. then me and the girl got into this staring thing, mostly avoiding each others eyes, looking when the other isnt.. that day was one of those sabog days where i didnt give a fuck about anything, like when you have a hangover.. so it was like i felt i could actualy go up to her while she was alone during communion.. but i didnt.. first of all, its a mass.. i know im a fucking hypocrite, and i never take church seriously anymore, but hey, i still have the decency to know thats bastos.. then its a mall, and not any mall, its mega.. no fucking way am i meeting someone in mega.. plus i think girls have this thing about meeting guys in the mall.. so there.. after that i felt bad about it, parang sayang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres this girl from our church.. every sunday, 10am mass, there everyweek.. sits sa left side of the place with her glam mom, old dad, and sometimes, nerdy bro.. then she goes to shang right after, walks lang since its right there.. haha, di ako stalker, im observant lang.. but my ate is right, she isnt that pretty, pero she is parin.. and yeah, madaming msmganda dun, esp in school.. weird lang tlga taste ko, its like everytime i see her, im like, one day i will.. pero for now, im limited to wondering what her name is, and imagining what id say when i get the chance.. im a loser, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actualy there are a whole lot im interested in, some i really know at least.. i just have to get past this stupid torpe stage.. fuck it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is having a gf overrated? ewan, never had one.. and im not looking, believe me.. last thing i need now is some more stuff to distract me from school..  but like i said earlier, i do feel bad sometimes.. its a phase.. im sick remember?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113415448464145620?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113415448464145620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=113415448464145620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113415448464145620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113415448464145620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-sick-figuratively.html' title='im sick.. figuratively..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-113362724014400544</id><published>2005-12-04T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T00:30:16.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pingpong and the rest of em..</title><content type='html'>school still sucks.. im getting tired of trying to be on-time everyday.. cramming blows too, damn calculus.. the only satisfaction i get out of it is getting to hit balls during free time.. yeah, i like em balls, haha.. im actually getting better at it, pero arash is a better ball hitter na than me.. i guess he likes balls a lot, especially when he plays with other guys.. thats all he ever thinks about kc e, balls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, pingpong is a cool sport.. top-spin, side-spin, back-spin, making the ball curve by hitting it a certain way.. smashing it to your opponents face when theres an opening.. well worth the bullets i sweat everytime i go to that damn hot playing area.. its even turning into a fad, or maybe just in my little world.. whats real cool is, its free, better than spending on food, or dota, or whatever i used to do in my spare time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, as i said earlier, arash is better na than me, that shit-head.. maybe the cigs he started smoking made him a better player, haha.. or maybe his dislodged arm gives him an edge like it does when he plays with himself in the bathroom, hahaha.. im kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, aside from pingponging and stressing myself in school, got to hangout and catch a couple of movies this weekend.. saw sina migs rin knina, after quite some time, in galle, wherelse.. got a haircut rin dun, shit, kakapanibago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onga pla ITM test on monday, my dad taught me some shit about MS Excel just now.. as if itd help that much.. quality time, oh yeah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113362724014400544?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113362724014400544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=113362724014400544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113362724014400544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113362724014400544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/12/pingpong-and-rest-of-em.html' title='pingpong and the rest of em..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-113247884757006450</id><published>2005-11-20T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T18:35:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first week blur..</title><content type='html'>1st week of school.. lack of sleep.. fucking calculus.. yeah, that pretty much sums up what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really starting to hate math this sem.. its too damn fast, i cant understand a thing, even if i try to get it at home.. Fil will probably(surely pala) be my weakest subject nnman, coz now its a fucking writing class.. plus our new english teacher is proving to be a difficult one to please.. great.. at least school didnt ruin the mood.. the past few days have been cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched harry potter with the others nung thursday after class.. yeah, thursday, meaning school next day.. went all the way to rockwell just to watch it, fucking nerds filling up gateway.. it was cool, even though they cut out a lot(i read the books).. i still think harry(daniel) is pangit.. went home late, like 930, played dota after that pa e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, arash's bday, haha, booze night.. stayed in katips til late night, coz we watched miggy's game, gino and maco's gig, then left for the party in makati.. saw old faces, as well as familiar ones.. some of the "familiar ones" fucked up the night, as in we were really waiting for them to leave.. afterparty, which was like 2am, went to arash's place.. got wasted dun with cna marco, tanya, mario, and vince.. tangina, what a night, doing cigs and barfing in the bushes(i did not barf, woohoo) at the kid's playground.. mario is a sick bastard, haha, had to help him go back to the unit.. didnt want kids discovering a bunch of hungover fuckers with cigs and puke stink all over the place.. ended up sleeping mga 530 na, waking up with a fucking headache, fun grabe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, just a narrative.. got nothing planned for the week, but im sure something worthwile will come up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i almost forgot.. RIP Eddie Guerrero! Long Live Latino Heat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113247884757006450?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113247884757006450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=113247884757006450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113247884757006450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113247884757006450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-week-blur.html' title='first week blur..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-113162963745234567</id><published>2005-11-10T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T21:33:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last days to bum..</title><content type='html'>school next week na, ima start worrying nnman bout what ima wear everyday, shit.. so anyway, last time i was bitchin bout them fuckers, but nevermind that, i guess im sortf over it, thinking bout 2nd sem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my grades and sched nung moday, haha, did better than i expected.. i got a 2.28 qpi; i know mababa un compared to the others, but i didnt fail any subject, so yeah, im happy.. pangit nga lang sched ko this sem, i have morning classes na, as in 830's, shit.. calculus everyday, 6hours of it every week.. but the rest didnt change, eng and fil are still the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung reg nman, which was yesterday, i had to get up something like 530, had to be in school by 730, coz of my cool random no.. i was no.2 kc, so i got first crack at the class scheduling.. chose ES for my science class, its way better than chem.. and then for PE, got PE101, that lecture class thing, wanna get it over with.. shit nga lang kc dpat ksma ko si arash sa class na un, but then he was stupid enough to arrive late, so he had to register after everyone else.. stayed in the katips area til around 4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made up for the lack of sleep yesterday(got 2 hours lang, fucking body clock) by staying in bed almost the whole day today.. weird, im excited na bout school, monday na.. i wna do better this sem, ima try going for DL.. haha, &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; lang, i dont wna disappoint..&lt;div 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last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-113126596925688683</id><published>2005-11-06T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:48:13.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ego trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;shit, im becoming real bitter.. the damn break did nothing for me except make me irritated and more egotistic than ever.. so much so, that people who i used to like, are starting to become really annoying..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i say annoying, it doesnt mean that they &lt;em&gt;bug&lt;/em&gt; bug me like brats do to most, its their personalities that get me.. it bothers me that some people can be so not themselves.. in other words, &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt; sila.. i know i cant judge them entirely, i myself have fallen for those sick fads that quickly grew out of style, wanting to be cool, and in the in crowd.. other times i wanted to create my own statement, so i could stand out more, but at the same time making myself look stupid.. who knows, maybe someone out there is referring to me in the same way.. but shit, whats important is what i think.. if you want to be someone else, fine, do it, as long as you pull it off.. it gets annoying kc when its not bagay e, when things dont click.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are a lot of em out there actually.. the more exaggerated ones are those people my friends and i like making lait.. you see them wearing those fucking fubu-esque clothes.. yeah, those feeling nigger people who wear baggy clothes and bling.. but then those people dont know any better, they think its cool.. what gets me though is how they can parade around a mall for example, feeling like theyr the kings of the place.. people like that need to know their role.. people like me need to put them in their fucking place..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me.. i am mayabang.. i often say stuff in a joking manner, but hey, i really do think highly of myself.. you could call it a superiority complex, i look down on a lot of people.. and i dont mean it in terms of wealth or anything.. i just realize the fact that its hard to find someone on the same level as me.. because of this thinking, i have become irritable and judgemental.. the smallest thing annoys me in a person.. i start assuming that a person thinks he/she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; cool, even though there is little evidence suggesting so.. and because to me those people think they &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; cool, i feel it is my duty to put them in their place.. problem is, im not that frank, so all this builds up inside of me.. if it were those thugs who think theyr niggers or any jolog person for that matter, its easy.. all i have to do is pass by, chin up, not daring to glance at even their shoes, and theyr automatically humbled.. but with people you are actually acquainted to, its not that easy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then theres the other kind.. even though im not the best guy out there, id still like to think that im a nice, sensitive person.. yeah, im a good friend once you get to know me.. pero not everyone pla is like that.. you try and try, but it gets harder to be there, you just get disappointed.. its tough when people are egoistic, its always about them.. thats one thing im not.. theres a difference.. i dunno if they just changed over time, maybe people were too nice to them, spoiled with attention.. or maybe they were like that from the start, and i just had to get to know them better to see it.. but who cares? its fucking annoying.. i dont want to put up with shit like that.. shit like that doesnt deserve me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know that people change.. i did, a whole lot.. people who havent seen me for maybe 2 years would probably not recognize me.. i changed so much that it embarasses me to recall how i was back then.. people, trends, insults(yeah, got picked on a lot, fuck em), took its toll on me, and made me damn vain; im too self conscious, that i judge myself a lot.. if one day, while getting ready, im unsatisfied with the way i look, it ruins the mood for the whole.. its that bad.. so with this knowledge, maybe i can cut those people some slack for acting diffrently? shit no.. those people are not me.. i dont go around parading or making papansin in whatever way they do, i dont have to.. i have a life, and i dont fucking care what others think or whats up with them..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im bitter, yeah.. shit happens, i just had to let it go.. and dont get me wrong, the sembreak was cool.. its the fourth and last week na, grades tomorrow, im not worried, though i should be.. others have classes na, bummer.. hoping to make the most of whats coming up..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, and the new inet cafe on pearl is real cool, C3, mahal, but hey, its worth it i think..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113126596925688683?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113126596925688683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=113126596925688683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113126596925688683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/113126596925688683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/11/ego-trip.html' title='ego trip..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-113094910924288051</id><published>2005-11-03T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T00:31:49.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling like shit..</title><content type='html'>past few days have been really fucked up.. what happened? nothing.. yeah, nothing, thats why its fucked up.. maybe its the holidays, spent them at home except for halloween.. that was cool, got to trick or treat with my cuzns, got no candy though, still not fond of it.. after that it was 2 days at home, sleeping about 15hours each.. 2 days at home, damn.. said i couldnt stand it, i was right.. wanna go out, but then ima feel guilty if i do.. fucking gas prices..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home from trick or treating two nights ago, my dad told us about how gas prices would increase the next day.. effective midnight, gas would increase by P3.60(i think).. caused by that evat thing, its supposed to help our economy.. fuck the economy.. as if we dont see how much it sucks already.. now i have to watch the no. of times i go out, coz gas &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; that expensive.. fuck it.. our country is so screwed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sembreak almost over, i dont wanna put the remaining week to waste.. i wanna do something cool.. i doubt if any of the planned road trips will push through, as always.. so wtf is there left to do.. tired of thinking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113094910924288051?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13355118.post-113060732982068255</id><published>2005-10-30T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:43:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the same shit again..</title><content type='html'>fucking vodka, it tasted so bad, it made me puke.. i dont know why the heck i considerd drinking it again after taking its awful taste once before.. anyway, happy bday chino!! i hope you enjoy the stink i left on your garage floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, just came from chino's house, bday celebration.. it was a spur of the moment thing, was in galle earlier, supposed to stay there, but hey, the others were going rin, free booze.. past few days have been ok, spent wednesday with sina pat in shang, had my nails done, haha, then watched doom.. that movie sucked, fuck you arash, haha, shouldve watched zorro instead.. cool, i spent a lot again that day.. im making a career of burning holes in my pocket, yeah.. thursday, felt kinda guilty, so i spent the day at home, sarap to sleep, cold e.. friday, played badminton with my bro, i suck again, shit, sakit pa ng arm ko after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, today rather, is a sunday, a normal family day, no gimmicks, no shit, ayos.. i seriously have to start watchin my spending, i really am starting to feel guilty.. pero sarap parin to go out, haha.. 2 more weeks til school..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113060732982068255?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113060732982068255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=113060732982068255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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one where he says an aunt is hospitalized, asking friends to send money to a certain no.. what's scary is, some people are gullible enough to believe it, and yeah, some of my friends did.. a couple of them called on my cell, telling me my account nga got hacked.. others called coz they &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; think my aunt was in the hospital, and they were concerned.. shit.. fucking low life.. now i cant use my old account(email, ygroups, etc..) coz i think the fucker changed my password rin.. now i have to add people, groups, all over again.. shit tlga.. whoever you are, yeah, the ass fucker who hacked my account, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, weird monday yesterday.. slept all day, got up only to eat lunch, slept again, then woke up something like 5pm na.. that was the first time i actually was resigned to sleeping the day.. it sucks.. i woke up feeling down and tired.. good thing arash, tanya, and i went out after.. ended up in metrowalk, ate in dencios, played in gamefrog.. oh, and we visited that cool shop near the CRs, the one that sells those sex toys, haha.. yeah, the shop was full of kinky stuff, from vibrators and dick lotion, to greeting cards with nude pictures in it.. tawa kami ng tawa inside the shop, kya i think the salespeople were kinda annoyed.. we were probably scaring off the people seriously looking inside(coz they sell accesories rin aside from sex toys).. funny thing is, all the stuff sold there are damn expensive, as in shitty mahal.. cguro kc its damn hard rin to collect all that and put em into one store, i doubt if they make that here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so un, after all that, went home ulit, made a new yahoo account, did my bros proj, then slept.. shit.. im bored ulit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, got a new ym account, jodie_fg, add me, thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-13355118.post-113000056193883220</id><published>2005-10-23T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:10:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>galle days are back..</title><content type='html'>yeah, was there again knina, for two hours of nothing but me and migs walking around looking for pretty girls in vain, and playing dota with two other guys we didn't know.. stupid break, nothing to do, too lazy to plan, hating bumming at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some good things happened this week though.. my fil teacher txtd me the other day, telling me that he doesnt think ima need extra work.. i guess that means i passed? sana, haha.. i got to shop narin, got some nice clothes, shit, still need and want more.. finally got to work out at the gym, sore muscles, yeah.. plus i also discovered some internet cafes here on pearl, they have dota, haha.. a new one's opening next week, cool, ima get to play with the ua&amp;amp;p and korean kids who stay here.. didnt get to go to EK with the block though, or should i say, i decided not to, still haven't gotten over the fear thing.. i suck, i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week gone, 3 more to go.. can't stand the house any longer.. so far, i havent allowed myself to bum for 2 days straight, that'd really drive me nuts.. isolation is making me bitter.. starting to get annoyed with certain people, i shouldnt, but hey, i am.. fuck it, i need to get out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-113000056193883220?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113000056193883220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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naaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!</title><content type='html'>hahahaha, shit, it feels damn good.. la na akong iisipin, i dont have to cram, i can sleep all morning, i can go out anytime i want(i wish), i can bum all i want, and i now have time to pump fucking iron, para i can fill up my scrawny body ulit.. 3 weeks of uhhhhh.. la pa ako plans, haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today kinda sucked though, spent almost the whole afternoon in ateneo, waitin for my fil teacher to ask him for extra work.. my parents found out bout my poor grade, yeah.. so un, i had to go to school tuloy, super loner ko knina, i went back and forth pa to the fil dept coz he(the teacher) arrived only sumthin like 5, e i was there from like 3 palang.. anyway, now that thats over, i guess i can sortf relax now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home from galle, stayed there til 12 since midnight sale dun, played dota, then watched the last screening of 40 year old virgin, funny, haha.. freaky walking back though, there were these two guys on a scooter, then one of em shouts at me all of a sudden, sumthin like i love you papa, papa, shit.. fags..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got some tentative plans for the break, beach shit, batangas, EK, etc.. i dont wana bum all summer, gotta be productive, gotta get wasted.. haha, yeah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-112931255834393579?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112931255834393579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=112931255834393579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112931255834393579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112931255834393579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/10/sem-break-naaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='sem break naaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-112870420169763806</id><published>2005-10-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:59:37.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me..</title><content type='html'>haha, actually, i just set the date back for this entry para it seems like i made it during my bday, kc it's really 12:40 of the 8th na.. anyway, yeah, kakatapos lang ng bday ko, i just turned 18, shit, im old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so un, celebrated it for the first time tlga, coz i usually dont, kc nga im kuripot.. it was ok.. we went to drews, i ordered a couple of plates of chickenfingers, some pitchers of i dont know what(bsta shit with alcohol na masarap), and then some.. had a good time with the guys(ksma na ung girls dun, di sha sausage fest).. after that, dessert sa jollibee(mango caramel sundae, sarap shit).. then dota, haha.. i guess all that made up for the shitty lab finals we had knina.. fuck that.. la ako naintindihan, nd i think i fuckin guessd almost everything, puro cheezy imbento lang ginawa ko knina.. Fil test was easy though, i think il pass.. sana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la na classes, finals week next, shit.. sem break after, ayos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-112870420169763806?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112870420169763806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=112870420169763806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112870420169763806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112870420169763806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-112792218011587711</id><published>2005-09-28T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:12:03.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's wrong with me?!</title><content type='html'>fuck, i think i am slowly ruining my life.. though i am admittedly a bum who always does things at the last minute, my performance last night was far from just being damn lazy.. for some reason, i just couldnt bring myself to do the fuckin assignments we had due today.. so i went to school with not even one of 'em.. what a way to start the hot friggn day.. the only thing good about knina was the fact that they finally found my iD, but that didnt make up for the shit i got myself into.. imagine, they gave us these assignments last week pa, which means i had over a week to do it.. if you know me, you would assume that i started, if not finished, the said homework last night.. but noooooo, i didnt even start it.. i did my entire lit paper in school this morning, even had to cut fil to do it, and it sucks.. ayoko na.. tangina, if that happens again, i might as well tell my parents to stop sending me to school.. and what's worse, that was only one of the assignments due.. ung isa pa, ung sa eng11.. i didnt do it nlang.. good thing she didnt really check it yet, pinasign lang nya.. shit.. i dunno.. sumthins distracting me.. maybe..? shit.. i dunno tlga.. iv really got to change.. sem break, bilisan moooooooo, i need you badlyyyyy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-112792218011587711?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112792218011587711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=112792218011587711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112792218011587711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112792218011587711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='what&apos;s wrong with me?!'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-112754613816768668</id><published>2005-09-24T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:57:18.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's saturday, and raining, yeah..</title><content type='html'>yesterday sucked, i think.. though i had a great time last night, celebrating ame's bday and all, that didnt make up for the rest of the day.. i went to school early as i always do on fridays, and while waiting for my lab class to start, crammed for the stupid graded recitation about logical fallacies in my eng11 class, kc nga i hardly got to study the night before coz i was too lazy.. so there.. had lab, finished early, and i was gonna read na sna the story for fil that i was supposed to read the night before(supposed to coz i didnt read it coz i was lazy db?), but i forgot what story it was.. so i was gonna ask sana alyssa, who is my classmate in all my classes except eng and PE, pero surprisingly, absent sha.. weird.. first time ata nya maging absent in any class.. so i called her and found out what story it was we were being made to read, and though she did give me the info i needed, i still went to class with no idea bout what the stupid story was about.. stupid me.. i had an hour to read it, but again, something was preventing me from doing so.. i was staring at that stupid first page for that one hour, reading the paragraphs over and over, but none of it was really registering in my friggn head.. so i tried to go to class a bit early, para mgpakwento, which turned out useless rin coz it's hard learning it second hand.. so u can imagine how relieved i was to hear na wala kaming quiz and it was just groupwork.. i like my fil group kc andun si karla, who practically does everything na, haha, nerd.. ayun, felt better after that.. lunchtime, i was tempted to cut eng class, coz of that recitation shit nga, and because sina matt were thinkin of cuttin rin, pero we decided not to, it's better nga nman to get a 1/10 than a 0.. went to eng class hoping that i wouldnt be called yet that day, but guess what? me, being the lucky bastard that i am, got called first.. i had 2minutes to contemplate on the question i picked before actually presenting in front of the class.. my question was &lt;em&gt;what's the difference between slippery slope and making hasty generalizations? &lt;/em&gt;in those two minutes, i contemplated nothing.. so the other three minutes allotted for me to discuss this was full of my stuttering and making a complete fool of myself in front of my classmates.. i think i sounded really barok in front of 'em, shit.. doing so reminded me of a fact i'v realized eversince, &lt;strong&gt;i hate public speaking&lt;/strong&gt;.. i got a 7/10 for my efforts, and sucked compared to others who were called that day(imagine one of 'em got a 12/10!?).. o well, at least tapos na ako, hehe.. Lit class was a stress reliever.. though trisha and i were the butt of jokes almost the whole time(dami ko daw issue e, too many girls, haha), masaya ako kc walang quiz(coz i didnt read the short story she made us read), coz ms forgot daw to prepare one.. phew, end of classes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent time with sina trish in school 'til 7 last night before leavin for jerry's for ame's dinner, played with pat sa table tennis, and watched a couple of basketball games of blockmates(which they lost, tsk).. i decided not to play dota with the others for some reason, i dont know why.. di pa ako ngddota for an entire week, wow.. went to jerry's, ate, saw a couple of batchmates and some stupid totoy lower year boys from LSGH.. we went to eastwood after, ngarcade, ngmovie(dark water, pero i didnt finish it), and finally got to try the "blowjob"(not the bastos thingy, the drink) we went to sumthin fishy just to try it, and ordered two rounds of shots, a second coz the first didnt have any fire on top, tsk.. anyway, masarap sha, worth the P63 per shot i guess.. left eastwood about 1am na cguro after all of that.. tayyyurrred.. which is why i ended up gettin up around 1pm na today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ateneo vs. la salle again tmrw, last one of the season, haha, tnx for the ticket migz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i can't find my iD, shit, nawala ata sa school..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-112754613816768668?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112754613816768668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=112754613816768668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112754613816768668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112754613816768668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-saturday-and-raining-yeah.html' title='it&apos;s saturday, and raining, yeah..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-112722478139294962</id><published>2005-09-20T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:39:34.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mom!!</title><content type='html'>i cant believe i almost forgot that today was her bday, shittttt.. what kind of a son am i?! if my ate didnt remind me, i wouldve gone off to school without even greeting her, kakaguilty grabe.. so then i went to school feeling pretty shitty, just the typical start of the day for me.. went to PE(beat arash's ass again), fell asleep during physics class as usual, went to math class(felt guilty again coz our teacher caught me pla last thursday, that was really stupid of me, shit)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class was pretty interesting.. i cant believe i gave up playin dota with the guys to have my feet pampered with the girls.. yeah, ngpafootspa ako, and it wasnt as relaxin as i expected.. i forgot that my feet were sensitive and get tickled easily, so nung isang part, uhh, i couldnt stand it? bsta nakiliti ako nung isang part.. tas mejo masakit ung part with the toes, kc nga, parang may pedicure rin un.. pero after all of that, parang ang ganda bigla ng feet ko, dead skin free feet, shiny toes and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting picked up from katips with my ate, my folks and i went to eastwood to have dinner(kc nga bday ng mom ko).. we ate in sumthin fishy, may mga artista and beauty contestants dun for some reason, an event or sumthin, bsta un.. i didnt really feel like eating a lot coz i ate ung eat all u can pizza sa pizza hut earlier for merienda with the girls bfr gettin the footspa.. after nun, we went to jack's loft para mgdessert, yoko rin mashado kumain, kahit sarap ng cake nd shit dun.. felt 2loy kinda guilty for eatin a lot bfr dinner, shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so un, today wasn't so bad, i think itl be the last free day il have this week, got a lot to do the next few nights, shit.. o well, mgnda parin feet ko..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-112722478139294962?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112722478139294962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=112722478139294962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112722478139294962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112722478139294962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='happy birthday mom!!'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-112695855917694488</id><published>2005-09-17T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:28:38.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love to sleeeeeepp..</title><content type='html'>i was home almost the whole day today, kahit na it's a saturday.. i went to bed around 4am na kc, just killing time coz i didnt wna sleep yet, so i woke up 130 this afternoon, stig.. after such a long time of not being able to sleep without someone waking me up the next day, i finally got that much needed long sleep.. i woke up alone at home though, la pa ako makain.. my parents were watchin my bro's game kc sa brent all the way in laguna.. sayang, i still dont know what their campus looks like.. tas ate ko nsa ateneo ata, or someplace practicing for their PR competition tmrw, she nd her groupmates are representing ateneo kc e.. the only time i went out today was to go to mass, didnt even get to eat dinner out coz my bro wanted to go home to study for his ACET tmrw morning.. good luck sa kanya, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so un, spent the boring time using the computer and watchin TV.. i saw the cheering competition knina, and as usual, LaSalle and Ateneo didnt make it to the top3.. that contest is so biased i dont even know why i watch it.. every year it's the same thing.. yeah, maybe UST does deserve to be champ, but the other 2 of the 3 were mediocre or even worse than the rest.. pero i have to admit, Ateneo's performance was awful, and they didnt even look like they prepared enough for it.. DLSU was cool as always.. so fuck that, jologs nman lahat cla e, msmgnda parin cheerleaders namin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UE vs DLSU na bukas, cant wait for LaSalle to whoop their asses again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-112695855917694488?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112695855917694488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=112695855917694488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112695855917694488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112695855917694488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-to-sleeeeeepp.html' title='i love to sleeeeeepp..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-112679311424076847</id><published>2005-09-15T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:47:59.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animo LaSalle!!</title><content type='html'>pucha, whatever happend to the excitement of LaSalle Ateneo games? nagging boring na sha kung talo lagi ung Ateneo, tsk.. as usual, i was the traitor that people like to think of me as, and sat at the LaSalle side.. i also wore green just to annoy some of the ateneans i know.. and of course, it annoyed them even more nung tapos na and the green people had smug looks on their faces.. yeah, ksma ako dun sa smug faces, kahit atenista ako, hehe.. sorry sa mga inaasar ko, i just like pokin fun at people, kc mdami pikon e, nd i like seeing people frustrated over something they had absolutely no control over, haha, ts silly sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, it took such a friggin long time gettin out of araneta, kadiri pa sa loob.. imagine people traffic in a cramped hallway with all of em talkin and breathing heavily coz of the concluded highly anticipated matchup of the two rival schools plus with the humidity nd all coz of the rain.. that was one of the worst experiences ever.. nd then my friend nd i wanted to get out of the hall for a while so we decided to step into the empty CR, pero it just smelled like toilets full of rotten piss na di pa nafflush kahit madami na gumamit(i understand this coz its really gross to touch something na lam mo nattouch ng something that touches that icky something, so i dont flush rin sometimes).. kadiri tlga grabe, do people actually breathe when theyr makin weewee? ick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, tapos na ung event that i wait for every year.. sna sila ulit sa finals.. at least may victory party kahit sino manalo.. the ateneo victory party noon was cooler though, i like watchin drunk old men(happy alumni) makin fools of themeselves by slippin on muddy fields while getting wet in the rain and laughin it off like they didnt look as embarassing as they did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lookin forward to seeing the sad and asar look on the faces of my schoolmates tmrw, haha, nd ima wear green rin to rub it in some more.. nd im just doin it for fun, coz i dont really give a shit bout the whole rivalry thing, katuwaan lang tlga, haha, so sna di pa ako upakan.. oh, nd i hope it doesnt rain tmrw, pero gusto ko cloudy sha with wind and all, pero yoko ulan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13355118.post-112651879675293840</id><published>2005-09-12T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:03:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bilis ng weekends..</title><content type='html'>tapos na ung weekend, i didnt get any decent sleep.. saturday morning plang, they woke me up damn early, got only about 3hours of sleep.. we watched kc my bro's games sa lasalle, won both games, so it wasnt all bad.. i tried to get some shut eye as soon as i got home though, coz i still had a party to go to, pero useless rin.. so un, nung party ni tori, felt silly, kc mejo naOP ako, pero ok lang, ksma ko nman si trish e.. haha, buti nlang nagustuhan ni tori ung gift ko sa kanya, i got her this monkey stuffed toy thingy na ngeextend ung legs and arms nd all, bsta cute sha, haha.. went to bed tipsy nd shit, kya pangit nnman ng gising ko the next morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mass kinda dizzy.. good thing bout sunday was i got to drive to makati nd back, i still suck though.. as soon as i got home, nka2log nnman ako, so i missed the games of DLSU nd Ateneo, which they both won, shit, malas ko.. then i got all excited for the F1 race, hopeful na schumi would at least get a podium position, pero no, he didnt even finish the race, coz of that stupid malas sato.. buti nlang binatukan sha ni schumi.. baduy 2loy ng day na un..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;monday again, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    good stuff bout today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;won sa dota&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;passed the fil quiz we had(yeah, i got a 9, i think, sana)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;    embarassing shit: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;our lit teacher made me(of all the people) read that stupid kinky paragraph in the story "the company of wolves" out loud. paragraph 49, tignan nyo. di ko mabasa ung last lines coz of that thingy about huge uhh..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;LT bukas sa math, im still too lazy to study..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cant wait for thursday, Animo!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-112651879675293840?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112651879675293840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=112651879675293840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112651879675293840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112651879675293840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/2005/09/bilis-ng-weekends.html' title='bilis ng weekends..'/><author><name>shitted last</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750067236075125492</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-13355118.post-112627684514268775</id><published>2005-09-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:40:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shitty friday..</title><content type='html'>today sucks.. aside from the fact that i didnt get to go out like people would normally do, i got scolded by my mom pa.. she got mad at me for walking my friend trisha to the LRT2 station after class.. kc nga my bro(marc) had to be in LSGH by 5 for his volleball practice, e walking her there took a while, so the car got to my place late na.. i didnt like the fact that my mom made it seem like i was choosing friends over family.. yeah i felt guilty about it, but i think its unfair to say that it was not being "gallante" daw, and it was just plain stupid to offer her my help.. first of all, i wasnt doing it just to be "gallante".. plus she woke me up from my siesta just to scold me for doing so, so u can imagine how confused i was when i woke up.. up to now i think my moms still kinda pissed, coz she still isnt minding me, shit.. o well, maybe tomorrow her mood will lighten.. sana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the good thing about today was the relatively easy midterm exam we had in physics lab.. i didnt study at all kc, and crammed just minutes before the test.. good thing it was kinda easy(meaning it wasnt that easy rin, so dont expect me to get high..), and i think i got most of them right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend na ulit, sana di sha boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o btw, i hate the fact that the lasalle brothers are getting into that rally shit about GMA resigning.. ngpapashowbiz lang sila e.. nasisiraan pa name namin, plus theyr using LSGH as their "base", where they hold masses and shit with sina corry, and all those other rallying fuckers.. stupid fools..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-112627684514268775?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112627684514268775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=112627684514268775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112627684514268775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the end it didnt pay off, shit.. o well, mahina tlga ako sa fil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got stuck in traffic on the way home, plus we got caught crossin the red light in one of the intersections, good thing the cop guy gave my driver back his license, with some of my help.. i lied to the cop that i had an important meeting in LSGH, so i told him we wer really rushin, so the cop guy let us go nlang, phew.. another boring day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing its raining, i love the rain..when im at home, i dont like getin wet out, haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-112608572674907281?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112608572674907281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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dito sa blogspot..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmmm.. di boring life ko, sumtimes lang sha ganun, so this is why i thought of makin a blog.. again.. pangit kc ng luma ko e, the one in xanga, coz u can't really edit the site nd shit there, so dito nlang, kahit super complicated rin, haha.. if u wna see my old blog, go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/jodie_107"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.xanga.com/jodie_107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to see my old shitty posts bout last summer nd what not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so, whats been hapnin these past few months, with school nd stuff, gettin an F advisory grades in fil(F for fuck daw), and i think failin physics, im actualy still very laid back..  i dunno why nga e, i know i should really be studying and all, pero sobrang tamad parin ako.. tsk tsk tsk.. thats my fuckin problem kc, i dunno why i cant seem to concentrate on my studies, sobrang liit ata ng attention span ko.. maybe if i had an incentive thingsd change, pero i just want the sem break to come na para mkarelax ulit ako, haayy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this day was friggin hot, as in after every walk, u cud see the sweat sa shirt ko, shit tlga, kadiri.. the only gud thing sa day na to' was us getin dismisd early nd the easy quiz we had sa math(pero may careless mistake na ako, stupid x nd y graph, un lang nman e..) plus talo pa ako sa dota knina, fuck.. since my dota skills seem to be dwindling, yoko na rin mashado mgcomp games sa katips, i hate getin my ass beaten at stuff, yabang ko pa, ayan 2loy.. haha, pero bumabait na ako, i think kc im getin humbled na e, grrr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;la na ako malagay, boring pla ng day na to'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13355118-112601072294096587?l=joe-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112601072294096587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13355118&amp;postID=112601072294096587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13355118/posts/default/112601072294096587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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