<?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-11619276</id><updated>2012-01-26T22:02:13.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.i am joanni.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11619276.post-6392646709937643036</id><published>2008-03-16T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:13:29.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After 9 months of being disabled blogger i am back with the time and effort to do so. See, after struggling in our feasib, i had gone to practicum in a restaurant (where i have met my as of the moment boyfriend) and to another major time occupant - thesis and p.d. reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why didn't i had the time to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;2. I had someone to talks to me vividly&lt;br /&gt;3. I had to read oblicon book before MWF&lt;br /&gt;4. Accounting and B.A kept me buried with assignments&lt;br /&gt;5. Thesis (need i say more?)&lt;br /&gt;6. Hotel practicum (application and training) is exhausting&lt;br /&gt;7. Expressing my thoughts is just a dial away - Didi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do i have the time to blog now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ace Makiramdam has gone to Dubai&lt;br /&gt;2. Loneliness fills me from moment to moment&lt;br /&gt;3. My four years of college is kind of expiring&lt;br /&gt;4. I am living a BUM's life&lt;br /&gt;5. My free time is unlimited&lt;br /&gt;6. I still have no plans of working since i have no clue what i want to do&lt;br /&gt;7. Gossip girl - its in and made the blogging world go gaga over scandals and gossips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to having a boyfriend and kind of not having one: He had been so called "courting me" since he met me last April (during my resto prac at Mario's Kitchen Tiende) Got together last September 18 and he left for Dubai last February 10, this year. Got to admit, i cried for a week, and is still continuously crying. Fine, call me ma-drama, cause I also do think that im acting such, it was/still is very depressing for me. For you who can't understand, let me iterate to you this way : He was the first person who really cares about what I say. He is the only person i trust regarding my thoughts and my feelings. He is the only person I felt who cared for me (except for family). Having him away from me makes me feel all alone again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-6392646709937643036?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/6392646709937643036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=6392646709937643036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/6392646709937643036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/6392646709937643036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-back.html' title='I AM BACK'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-5894170785957521859</id><published>2007-06-02T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:56:28.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is an Aries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/aries.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love an Aries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Aries has the red-hot seduction skills to woo you&lt;br /&gt;Never boring, an Aries will give you the romantic challenge you crave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why an Aries will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the intensity and energy to go head to head with your Aries...&lt;br /&gt;And the undying passion to keep an Aries coming back for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my practicum @ Mario's Kitchen. I finished my practicum. I went to boracay with my bros and cousins. I went back home from bora. A lot has happened this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot people from different backgrounds and grew to love them. It definitely changed my perspective about life in general - from how i see things to how i act on them. I got to appreciate my self more and see how broad i used to see life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to be more open and realize how i can find more friends who will appreaciate me more than how i previously were. I know now that i make sense and will continue to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew back to having a textmate. Its like living in the whole "gsm is new" era but to someone i met. Its complicated and vague to my view - kinda like a summer fling right? Will it last after summer? We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-5894170785957521859?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/5894170785957521859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=5894170785957521859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/5894170785957521859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/5894170785957521859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-5100799223755953625</id><published>2007-03-23T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:13:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoala! Im still alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Im alive! I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester made cry, made me not go to sleep, made me worry like hell if id pass and cry again. And it all happened in one sem, i wasnt exactly expecting that it could all happen in 6 months' time lapse.&lt;br /&gt;Physics was a headache (oh, no, not the lessons, the teacher who gave me 67 claiming i havent passed 2 lab experiments -which I DID, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DID.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Feasib was, uhm.. ok. That's the problem, i was just ok.&lt;br /&gt;Catering caused a lot of headaches and gaps among us (ok, not really us, just them)&lt;br /&gt;and its all over now.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing now is, i have to have my practicum - and i dont want the place i was assignd. Ok, i chose mario's but at Tiende, not Morato. AYAW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-5100799223755953625?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/5100799223755953625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=5100799223755953625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/5100799223755953625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/5100799223755953625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2007/03/whoala-im-still-alive.html' title='Whoala! Im still alive!'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-2659704400623509950</id><published>2007-01-01T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:31:16.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW  YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After loads of research papers, quizzes, practical exams and interviews... i am now facing a new year full with sponsorship letters, MSQ analysis, catering contracts, a lot more interviews and functions. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Wait. Can i just breathe after that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dang. A year that was, and a year that going to be. Well, on the bright side at least all these paper works keeps me thinking  of  how am i going to do it than thinking on how depressed i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was not the Christmas it has been, New Year was kinda like it also.  Its just not the "old" holidays where everyone has the spirit to celebrate it. Where we think of it as an event to be just us. Now everyone seems to be concerned of everything else. Being an adult sucks - big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, not only do i have these effin' responsibilities, you are you - not needed to be pleased, not in need of surprise, not cute nor bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what a start, im posting an entry that's on the negative radar and its new year. im just stressed and disappointed on how things turned out now. (yeah, now that im old enough to actually be given the permit to vote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its 2007. they say its lucky. im keeping my hopes up:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, what sucks more after these holiday season is the fact that im going back to school sporting 5 extra pounds! darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-2659704400623509950?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/2659704400623509950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=2659704400623509950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2659704400623509950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2659704400623509950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year_01.html' title='HAPPY NEW  YEAR!'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-4641775161089215926</id><published>2006-11-19T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T09:37:04.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what's the negative side of being the one different gender from my siblings? i get left home alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its like being caught in the middle of adulthood and fairytale land - they grew up and were allowed to grew up and yet for me, i just grew up but was never allowed to do so. they can go out whenever thay want to but in my case, i can only go out whenever they want me to. sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;most of my friends would consider me one freakin lucky girl : having a ride to and from school, any gadgets i wanted nadanadanda... but really, am i happy?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was happier then when we didnt had any pc's, numerous televisions, a load of clothes and a sure ride to school. now, seems to me, happiness is brought about by the material gadgets we have. i mean, the category of what makes me smile then is way different from now. now its proven : one can't have the best of both worlds - its either be happy with yourselves or be happy with what you have - ofcourse i prefer the first but you can never be contented with just that. happiness is weird - our needs our weird. then we had shelter, security, a good but not great source of living and a lot of time for ourselves and our family. now, we have shelter, less security, a better source of living but we had to give up sunday getaways, family malling and going to church as a whole. yeah, it sucks. i just miss the old us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-4641775161089215926?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/4641775161089215926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=4641775161089215926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/4641775161089215926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/4641775161089215926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-2214053381113834917</id><published>2006-11-16T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:33:59.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i didn't notice this but kuya and john did...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3020/1418/1600/ahya%20doug%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3020/1418/320/ahya%20doug%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/greg43.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="316" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/greg43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;see how they have such resemblance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and before finding about that opinion i told them "crush ko yang nasa everwood"...yeah, no wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, i have a new fancraze: James Younghusband. I can't find a recent photo of the guy but he is currently playing for the RP team after being left from Chelsea F.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-2214053381113834917?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/2214053381113834917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=2214053381113834917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2214053381113834917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2214053381113834917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-alikes.html' title='look alikes'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-5467856251070273781</id><published>2006-11-15T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:44:01.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am guilty of tellin on of in the face "yoko nga!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if i have to have some sort of consolation for myself, i am like that to most people - more so with those who keep on bustin' me around. its just that, this time, i have realized that he must have taken a lot of his guts to ask me that. boo me if you want to, but i didnt mean to hurt his feelings for any manner. but the thing is, i won't be able to last being his activity partner for a long span of time - he just - negates my character. he's so like me that its irritating that i have a male version, much even worst than i am. he's so persistent and insensitive in sooooo many ways that gets really irritating to withstand. I may feel sorry in a way, but what should have i done? I woudn't agree on it in any way - anyway. More so, a lot of people might make up of fictional stories with it - i can't stand issues especially the thought that other people are talking about you without you knowing what they are realy conversing about but you know that its you. Does that sound so conceited? I dunno how to rephrase it in anyway that it wouldnt sound too off, but, whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-5467856251070273781?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/5467856251070273781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=5467856251070273781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/5467856251070273781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/5467856251070273781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/11/guilty.html' title='guilty'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-1738231049197830271</id><published>2006-11-12T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:11:42.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Vacation Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Running through my past entries, it seems that i have a detest on either my professors or classmates on the first weeks of school. Is this a "post-vacation syndrome"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe or maybe not. See, the thing now, i have a professor who I think doesn't believe in me. Get that? It's like whatever i do, she'll never recognize me for what I am and what I do. It sucks to feel that way. Fine, its alright to not recognize me, or just don't notice me at all but to know that she sees you and yet she doesnt like you, darn, that sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's worst than not understanding what she teaches is the thought that she's watching you to fall apart. Maybe because of freakin' expectation that had built up when we first encountered her, or some other reason, but i feel that im not a student learning my way up in a healthy learning environtment. I feel terrorized and she's waiting for me to commit an effin mistake. WHAY IS THAT?! It would be much better if im just aware of what the darn thing I did to make her feel that way than like now im freakin clueless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-1738231049197830271?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/1738231049197830271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=1738231049197830271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/1738231049197830271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/1738231049197830271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/11/post-vacation-syndrome.html' title='Post-Vacation Syndrome'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-6972004934963302169</id><published>2006-11-07T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:46:16.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emptiness - An emotion of either being drained or solitary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears - One of the means to express joy, upset, sorrow, worry, defeat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On either of those i dont know where to exactly stand and point out what i felt or how i reacted. Empty for something i dunno, crying for something i have no idea of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Given the fact that i was literally alone in the house which might have constituted the whole scenario, i feel like i am missing something. I thought i was happy, i thought i was stable, i thought i was complete... until i started crying for no reason at all yesterday. What's wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe i need change, maybe i need to change, but on what aspect? What's &lt;strong&gt;MISSING IN ME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To add to my upset, Ms. Ursula/Batista is my Professor in 2 courses. darn. Hello stress, more upset and unending research. Maybe i do learn something from her,  the bad thing about it is learning in pressure - like you'll commit a mistake in everything you do, on everything you say and she'll cut you on your back once you commit these things. She likes other people to perpetrate a mistake then here she comes to rebuke and tell the hell of you that you did it wrong. Its like, IM THE ONLY ONE WHO DOES RIGHT IN HERE. Well, if she just taught those things before then we should have avoided doing it, if only she TEACHES and not leave us hanging on textbook and internet researches. On the other hand, did I really learn anything from her exept to be scared the hell out of her? I guess, there are, but most i burned just to let her off my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-6972004934963302169?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/6972004934963302169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=6972004934963302169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/6972004934963302169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/6972004934963302169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/11/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-2034320901226135590</id><published>2006-11-06T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:09:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>middle of everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;the weather reminds me of the month of June making me more realize how i need to go back to school...yeah, the most despressing month of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been playing triple jack non-stop, its like my ultimate finalfantasyXI (compare to John). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno if because im watching a lot of freakin movies, or i dunno, i feel, lonely? I'm happy ok? Im not depressed or anything, its just that, i feel that im not living. im not excited about anything, im not sad, im emotionally dull. Ok, so most people, would think that i need a boyfriend, but i beg to disagree, i guess i just need a little adventure or i guess. dah. have to get past this, i might just be getting old yet not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-2034320901226135590?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/2034320901226135590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=2034320901226135590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2034320901226135590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2034320901226135590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/11/middle-of-everything.html' title='middle of everything'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-2552646173091836104</id><published>2006-11-03T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:58:32.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain in the cemetery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For how many times in my life did i purposely and unpurposely showered myself in the rain? can't remember (since i did not intentionally planned to count it), but i know that i was in gradeschool the last time i did - that changed now. Imagine us -kuya, ate jo &amp; john - soaking wet walking briskly (no, we can't run since the ground seeps our steps) to get into the car last Nov.1 from Tito Danny's burial ground. Yeah, what a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in 2 days im back to running late, compiling reports &amp;amp; writing notes. its weird that we only enjoy our vacation on the time its near school time again... hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-2552646173091836104?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/2552646173091836104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=2552646173091836104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2552646173091836104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2552646173091836104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/11/rain-in-cemetery.html' title='rain in the cemetery'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-5987784406922029292</id><published>2006-10-26T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:28:58.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sembreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for some reason, i felt bad after seeing my grades. true enough that it is way higher than my previous ones but it just didn't compensate for the ones i expected to have - yeah, expectation is a damn thing. i wish i have done my shopping after i saw my grades...damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a bulleted update of my sembreak deeds:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Organized my closet (color coded way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got tanner and a worstened ulcer from an overnight swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;!Shopping! at tutuban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Washed my barbie dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So for the last 2 weeks, i got 4 eventful things i got going... well, atleast i had something eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-5987784406922029292?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/5987784406922029292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=5987784406922029292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/5987784406922029292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/5987784406922029292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/10/sembreak.html' title='sembreak'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-9168131299921403683</id><published>2006-10-13T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:47:09.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then i got to have a vacation. 1st sem is over, and God, do i not await the second one. I can't even imagine myself applying in a hotel for our practicum! Anyway, here are some of our after humanities play pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 480px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 560px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed name="looplet" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://static.filmloop.com/looplets/flash/v2/player.swf" width="480" height="536" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#333333" flashvars="base=looplets.filmloop.com&amp;weblinkid=w4RJkS6dzbdF2WDTX9xpe0DNQRIUJ2Er&amp;amp;incr=1&amp;title=3rd%20Year%20-%201st%20Sem&amp;amp;description=Last%20Day%20Blunders&amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;ntype=normal" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px 5px 4px; WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 20px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://looplets.filmloop.com/link?id=w4RJkS6dzbdF2WDTX9xpe0DNQRIUJ2Er" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/see_it_big.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/divider.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmloop.adbureau.net/adclick/CID=0000085c0000000000000000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/create_your_own.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmloop.adbureau.net/adclick/CID=0000073c0000000000000000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/flash_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-9168131299921403683?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/9168131299921403683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=9168131299921403683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/9168131299921403683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/9168131299921403683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/10/vacation-time.html' title='vacation time'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-6844701577702399450</id><published>2006-10-07T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T15:16:38.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alas! exam week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only now would i say that i have been able to breathe at the beginning of a finals week. God, its good to feel unpresssured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-6844701577702399450?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/6844701577702399450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=6844701577702399450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/6844701577702399450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/6844701577702399450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/10/alas-exam-week.html' title='alas! exam week'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-2493796729236066092</id><published>2006-10-05T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T15:18:44.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED BEV PRACTICAL EXAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;YES, it has to be in all caps. How blessed and lucky can i more get? God really shows you how He listens (ang all the saints, the souls in the purgatory, the holy spirit and of course, Virgin Mary).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In a pile of randomly folded papers of 29 drink names, i got Tequila Sunrise! I may not have had perfected it nor got a line of 9 grade, but dang! i was expecting a 60! I was already imagining my self telling Ma'am G, "Ma'am hindi ko po alam..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hai... Now i can start breathing normally again. Wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Events to go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;B.A term paper presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Humanities play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am really hoping that we'll also do well tomorrow. Oh please. Oh, btw, for some reasons (that i have no idea of until now) we got a tie as a best group with JJ's group in cost... another IMAGINE THAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-2493796729236066092?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/2493796729236066092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=2493796729236066092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2493796729236066092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2493796729236066092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-passed-bev-practical-exam.html' title='I PASSED BEV PRACTICAL EXAM!'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-3607093452498532959</id><published>2006-10-02T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:28:49.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 UAAP Men's Bball Champions plus more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ubelt.com/photos/sitephoto.aspx?id=7235"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fine. The title is totally unfair, i know i have to recognize more people than the tigers bball team, but heck that game was one of the best rubber match i have seen! It was clean, it was just, it was a good match! Thanks to Pido Jarencio's "Never-Say-Die Attitude" plus i guess his lucky charm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ubelt.com/photos/sitephoto.aspx?id=7235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to the TIGERS VARSITY TEAMS! GO USTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;**sana free day bukas**&lt;/span&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/11619276-3607093452498532959?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/3607093452498532959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=3607093452498532959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/3607093452498532959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/3607093452498532959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/10/2006-uaap-mens-bball-champions-plus.html' title='2006 UAAP Men&apos;s Bball Champions plus more!'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-5071587165171149109</id><published>2006-09-30T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T10:36:26.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luzon blackout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have not experinced having an electricfan for tyhe past two days. having no electricity when you have grown up with it is unbearable - No TV, Internet, Aircon. I can't even do my reports! When have you seen me blogging in netopia? Only NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-5071587165171149109?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/5071587165171149109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=5071587165171149109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/5071587165171149109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/5071587165171149109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/09/luzon-blackout.html' title='luzon blackout'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-7374747543498709231</id><published>2006-09-23T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:14:03.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>detest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now i seem to detest everything. First, ces' &amp; dada's tikoy and now my own school. Maybe due to the relentless thought of my responsibilities and compromises or to the unruly lack of sleep. i lack sleep. i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;just thinking about the things i have to accomplish makes me restless already, how bout more in doing it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;things to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marketing report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Costing report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;RC decade introduction (show of talents)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;RC props&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Memorize Bev. Recipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beverage presentation of brown drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spanish dialogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Practice play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, everything Drew says irritates me - from his egocentricness to his dedication to DLSU. To add to my dismay, he constantly teases my "admiration" to japs (which BTW, doesnt exist anymore). and just this afternoon, i felt unbelivably abhoored of my own school - UST. Its just that, people in there, or the &lt;strong&gt;guards&lt;/strong&gt; are unbelievably inconsiderate. Fine, there are rules, regulations that were set and that are set to be followed but they should at least LISTEN and try to approach you respectfully not SARCASTICALLY! Now, every little thing that i didn't like in there seem to pop up in me and i don't know if i'll feel ashamed/sad/disappointed or still be proud. From the moment a guard derisively remarked of me passing by the car gate (like HELLO? I was a freshman and I wasn't aware! He could have atleast told me properly that I was passing by the wrong way and not thru "Sasakyan ka ba?" or "Tingnan mo ito prang hindi nakikita!" - eh nd ko naman tlga nkita!) to how they allow civilians get inside yet if we - the students, they become suddenly all strict! To add to my dismay to these so called "guards", instead of helping you out when you are holdapped, they'll let the holdpper run away, just to save effort. THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT THE STUDENTS! Another thing, they'll let a cab get in but not a private car! Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-7374747543498709231?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/7374747543498709231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=7374747543498709231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/7374747543498709231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/7374747543498709231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/09/detest.html' title='detest'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-6464433370458046738</id><published>2006-09-16T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:43:58.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shop-ping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;drafted RC props&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;went to tutuban with a whole cast - Ces, Da, Egie, Analyn, Mitch &amp; Nhem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bough a shirtdress! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 shirts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shorts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and bermuda pants ;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;commuted back home with Sa &amp; Egie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;entertained a new cast - Dods, Egie, Ana, JJ, Klariz &amp;amp; Mitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;watched Just My Luck (Yes, the increadibly CHEESY movie)...again (well, that's what they wanted to see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Iba talaga ang pakiramdam pag ang dami kong nabili parang... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fine can't compare it to anything since i feel different in every situation so i'll name that feeling - SHOP HAPPY! WHAT UP?! Haha! Too bad I wasn't able to buy from converse and adidas since those clothes just won't fit in my body... and nadanadanada. I just find those stuff too boring to eleborate with. Anyway... we weren't able to finish the props as it was planned. (Yes, because we have plans of going to Tutuban)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I SHIFT! Yes, like to a totally unforseen topic. Well, Sa &amp; I have been talking about crushes so you see... I'll share my thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crushes are there to let us experience how to feel humiliated (and conscious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never trust anyone who doesn't belong to your group (kada), cause even if they say they won't, they would BLAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys have such BIG EARS! They kind of have this gigantic megaphone stuck on their auditory nerves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those are the reasons why: I hate having a crush; Don't spill my secrets to strangers(metaphor); and don't speak of anything sacred near a guy's radar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other reasons for me hating myself when i have a crush include: ME being uberly conscious of my look, actions and words and of course, shy around that person. And seems to me, everytime i like someone, i just do the wrong things and speak of unwanted words! AHHghhh right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why, but a person changes once he/she starts liking someone : from the intentions to the expressions, it just changes. Most of the time, it comes out negative instead of the other way around... in the persuit of being good, it comes out bad. In the liking to be liked, the more a person becomes disliked. IRONIC huh? so some advice, in liking someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be TRUE to yourself and show the real person you really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't insist or push yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Show the clues but don't over do (Just to make the person aware but not indulged)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, another ironic thing, a NBSB giving some relationship advice. I know. But it just doesn't happen to me, everything just doesn't fit. But who knows maybe someday it would... maybe someone would have the guts to  impress me. (Yes, I Wish ;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-6464433370458046738?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/6464433370458046738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=6464433370458046738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/6464433370458046738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/6464433370458046738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/09/shop-ping.html' title='shop-ping!'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-2559421267742451418</id><published>2006-09-09T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:30:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello blog readers! (well, im guessing i have some since my blogpatrol is ticking) any-how, i managed to survive the vindictive attack of food contamination - to specify the food, zagu at UST parking lot. talk about cramping the hell out of your stomach at the middle of the night! zagu-ust-NEVER AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i finished watching How I Met Your Mother this afternoon (which i started watching last night). yes, its a series, kinda like friends, with kind of the same setting, and im guessing kind of the same route to ending. oh, don't get me wrong, it's going to be legen-DARY! it starts doogie howser - remember him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;watchin these shows whose plot goes around relationships - havinga nd finding one, makes me think of my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ted : I know why i can't find a girlfriend... I'm Picky.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, kinda like me huh? oh no, totally like me. i just find everybody not good enough for me, i know that sounds so egotistic, but im picky. i want the whole package, i want it whole not part by part. and to make it worst, i dunno if i like somebody or not. i'm like a guy. i think im more boy than some of the real boys in my block. most often, i can relate to guy's feelings than of gals. is it because i grew up with 2 of the like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno if i would ever find that without me doing anything - cause im a firm believer that guy's do all the moves and not the girl. unfortunately, all guys i seem to like are people i don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-2559421267742451418?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/2559421267742451418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=2559421267742451418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2559421267742451418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/2559421267742451418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-blog-readers-well-im-guessing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-8869315490805152520</id><published>2006-09-03T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T09:24:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Having a crush with someone you don't personally know is dispecable... and plain pathetic. Why? Cause you only live with it in your dreams if not, in your pure imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, that's how pathetic i am - cause i only have crushes in my dreams (by dreams, in my definition, plain mocking of my head) For some reason i cannot develop any feelings nor open up with someone i personally know - for i know their faults, discrepancies and imperfectness. or they just don't pass my standards eh? What's bad about it is, i only live in my head. In person, I AM DEAD (well, figuratively). As most people would say, "you are not living unless you are capable of opening up to someone". Sucky huh? I KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When would i stop dreaming and stop living? Well, probably when my dreams have come true and most likely also the time i would love. (cheesy huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-8869315490805152520?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/8869315490805152520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=8869315490805152520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/8869315490805152520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/8869315490805152520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/09/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-7078012148910938239</id><published>2006-08-29T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:00:50.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hysterical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i got a picture with japs cuan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3020/1418/1600/DSC00248.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3020/1418/1600/DSC00248.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3020/1418/320/DSC00248.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, as usual, i was hysterical. i was speaking of their names like as if i am in a ball game full of cheerers and i am in now way to be heard but the difference is - there ain't no cheerers, and yes, a lot of people heard me! plus, after having the shot i was - grrhhh.. hopping like crazy (imagine that huh?)! and again, only after all the excitement do i realize how humiliating i acted - yes AGAIN. when would i stop doing this??! the only consolation i got i that he doesn't know me and it would be far from he seeing me again (since this is the first time i saw him ever even if i have been in ust for 3 years already).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A-ny-way, Bandila reported that Arellano is allegedly involed in the leakage since George Cordero (the one pointed as the source) is an Alumni of the university and my mom being the dean of the College of Nursing is also the owner of the R.U.N. dang ryt? and they claim themselves as responsible media. they are creating a story by putting small pieces of facts together and making it look as a fact it self, for that they are creating an arguement which is concluded by a fallacy - sweeping generalization. True, George Cordero is indeed an alumni of Arellano. True, my mom is both the dean and part owner of R.U.N. But what is their evidence for their claim? Are those who testified even sure that Arellano was there? Have they seen before their eyes my mom? (even if we were on laguna that day?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-7078012148910938239?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/7078012148910938239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=7078012148910938239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/7078012148910938239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/7078012148910938239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/08/hysterical_29.html' title='hysterical'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115556815326073684</id><published>2006-08-14T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:09:13.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ulcer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;having gastric ulcer (again) feels like shit! i can't study, i have eaten more than 500kcal just for dinner and still i have to eat more just to have this subside. for months i have refrained from eating after i have eaten dinner, and whola! what sacrifice could not be avoided just to have pain go away in your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what's worst is that when i tell them what im feeling, i only get... "yan kasi hindi kumakain!","bat ba kayo naghahanap ng sakit? ang dami-daming pagkain diyan bat niyo tinitipid? kumain ka nga!","sa umaga, kung kumain dalawang subo!". i mean, really, are you monitoring what i place into my mouth? i know i don't eat that much of a quantity but i eat what i can eat and what is appropriate for my body. the thing is, the people want me to bloat out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115556815326073684?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115556815326073684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115556815326073684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115556815326073684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115556815326073684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/08/ulcer.html' title='ulcer'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115526174089013793</id><published>2006-08-11T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:02:20.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abhorrence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its sucky to have a feeling of detest against other people, much more be the one abhored upon. I mean, i've got no exact proof of this sentiment, but these stuffs are radared (or i guess, i have a radar on this things). I know the words, the actions or the  reactions used when you loathe someone - cause i use that too!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's more sucky is that i have no idea what i did wrong, or how i did wrong. I know i ain't perfect, and im not the best person around, but atleast tell me when you hate something about me so that i can do something about it. Grievance is such a harsh regard, and i hate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish people can be less covetous. less cynical. more liberal. more altruistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115526174089013793?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115526174089013793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115526174089013793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115526174089013793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115526174089013793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/08/abhorrence.html' title='abhorrence'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115452809304433039</id><published>2006-08-02T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:14:53.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thou i frequently make it a habit of speaking about my friends, i make it a point that they would not 1.look bad 2. feel bad and 3. be mad at me. its just that, i think that its their life for me to actually put that much ponder on and blab about it too much.  o-k enough of much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one thing about me that i hate is that in me trying to protect my friends, i turn out to be hurting them more. i know im justifiable but i know what is right (talk about being an idealist based on a psychological tickle exam). as much as i want to wake people up, they just don't. as much as you want to let them realize what a fool they are making themselves with, they don't learn. its sad that most of the time it turns out that way, for it is a given fact that &lt;strong&gt;one would do what one would do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;confrontation is a problem here in our country. seems that, people, can't tolerate those. but i don't, making me one being who confronts a lot of people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a-ny-way, my mp3 player isn't operational since Drew, for reasons he himself isn't aware of, made my volume button stuck and unclickable. good thing he takes responsibility for it, and i like that. i appreaciate those people who admit their faults, for i know, most won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115452809304433039?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115452809304433039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115452809304433039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115452809304433039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115452809304433039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='update!'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115436432178172968</id><published>2006-08-01T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:45:21.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping in front of tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the habit of sleeping while watching television is kind of a habit now - i watch a show/movie-wait for adbreak or be bored-nightynyt fellas! and i do not do it intentionally, i'll be shocked that i had fallen a sleep when i woke up! it's like... what the hell happened?! how come i am only seeing the credits?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a-ny-way. for some reason i felt bad this day. what's worst about it is that i have no idea what im feeling bad for! dang! right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115436432178172968?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115436432178172968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115436432178172968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115436432178172968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115436432178172968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/08/sleeping-in-front-of-tv.html' title='sleeping in front of tv'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115409536138319048</id><published>2006-07-28T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:02:41.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The thing about friday night is - everybody's out and yet im indulging myslef to the ever liable dsl connection and cable tv. So what's bad in that? Nothing, really, just me NOT HAVING A SOCIAL LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As much as I want to go out, i have to consider certain amount to variables:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The people I'm going out with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The persons i'll be able to hang-out on (i mean, i could drag around and all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The conviction of my DAD and MOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So fine of  having people ask you to join them, but im not really comfortable budging into to people if im not used to hanging out with them. Oh, God, im so sucky. Yeah, gotta change that! *gotta change that*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish i could go out next time, this sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115409536138319048?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115409536138319048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115409536138319048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115409536138319048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115409536138319048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday-night.html' title='friday night'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115392144216733774</id><published>2006-07-26T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:44:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i got a new layout! and i made it myself... uhm, well, not completely. the structure (skeleton), i got it from blogskins, and its really awful of me not to include her. so, yeah, sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i think its time for me to have a new outlook in life. besides, i don't live in one distinct horizon, and one way or another, i'll change to expand it. im trying out this new attitude of being open to possibilities, seizing the day and all. i guess its now time that i do that considering mg 18 years of self-refuge. so, yeah, got my skin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;see, im not emotionless... and maybe i do love, the only question is WHEN.WHERE.WHO. yeah, all W's. so i may not completely be submerged to the thought of it, but atleast im giving it an opening or sort.. go it now? (yeah, like as if anyone cares right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115392144216733774?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115392144216733774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115392144216733774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115392144216733774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115392144216733774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115344902179606369</id><published>2006-07-21T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:30:21.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what comes around goes around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what comes around, goes around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, that's what i've heard. there has to be a time to lie low and some to soar high. last week was all good, though now isn't that bad really its just not better as it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if i could only figure out what i really want and what i don't, i guess my life as a NBSB would be pretty much less complicated. i know i type completely vague thoughts and i mumble completely vague words - for i don't want to be concrete on this things. its hard to be exact when you don't know what you want and when to get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115344902179606369?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115344902179606369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115344902179606369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115344902179606369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115344902179606369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-comes-around-goes-around.html' title='what comes around goes around'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115293273857990702</id><published>2006-07-15T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:05:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im a sucky party thrower. i guess i really have to learn from Van Wilder or sort. So yeah, i have really appreciated those who came, my blockmates and kada! Love them much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115293273857990702?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115293273857990702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115293273857990702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115293273857990702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115293273857990702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sucky-party-thrower.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115276195428138241</id><published>2006-07-13T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:39:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, tell me, how more blessed can i be? i wanted now to be a no-classes-day and whoala! NO CLASSES! the only thing is, rarely than ever do i plan to have a party and whoala! a STORM is in our country! Yes, LUCKY ME. &lt;em&gt;Yes, the last one was sarcastic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I posted an entry yesterday, but as sucky as it might be, i was not uploaded by blogger. The only thing i remembered saying was that i grow up only in age not in size (yes, of length and of breast). Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GOD, let me see the sun! *Sings He're Comes the Sun by The Beatles* Oh! then again, it might make it worst. Yes, please let me have a merry merry merry birthday party! PLEAASSEE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115276195428138241?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115276195428138241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115276195428138241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115276195428138241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115276195428138241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115267820211783598</id><published>2006-07-12T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:23:22.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no classes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Classes has just been suspended for us - its just the way in ust when a sudden splash of rain comes thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, it my bday tom! im turning 19 (yes, sad but true), im getting older, but not just physically (i really wonder when i would start having a breast and start to look like an adult). Maybe i am meant to be a guy? Oh, that sucks. Hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am really wishing for a fair weather this friday. God, it doens't happen every year that i decide to actually celebrate my birthday, and now, here comes the rain! Yeah, im so unlucky. That's the main reason i hate to plan for anything, it just doesn't go well - in turn, a disappointed moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115267820211783598?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115267820211783598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115267820211783598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115267820211783598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115267820211783598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-classes.html' title='no classes!'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115212352978256838</id><published>2006-07-06T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T02:18:49.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>endorsement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, i prayed for something, and the day after, though not so exactly as i said, it kinda happened. its so odd. Wow! God works in mysterious ways! (yes, erase love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Tricia, for some reason is endorsing Drew to me. Though she has been doing this to me for a span of time already (which made me kinda got used to it), i dunno, its different - she conived with Arman! Hindi ko alam kung pinagtritripan ba ako nun o ano, sabi pa sakin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Wani, May irereto kami sayo!.. Payag ka?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..."Sige na payag ka na!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And here's the description..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mayaman (yes, kelangan tlga kasamang mayaman no?), maputi, chinese, maliit lang, gwapo un! Laging naka-body bag! (arman added)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought they're refering to someone i don't know since why would they do that if i do, but they kept on insisting about the height and chinese.. yeah, drew came up to my mind! hehe! what made me doubt was the body bag... cause empoy's the only one who does carry one, but he is not chinese nor maliit! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno why she keeps on doing this, wala namag interes sa akin ung tao eh,, (or how i see it)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115212352978256838?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115212352978256838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115212352978256838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115212352978256838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115212352978256838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/07/endorsement.html' title='endorsement'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115174821535180666</id><published>2006-07-01T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:03:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the thing about A.I and a closed minded humanities prof</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so, the thing about A.I. is that she is getting to  egie-lyn, doña and dada 's nerves. now, why not in mine? here's why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. i nod. i smile. i agree. but it just doensn't get in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. i know she's bragging, but like i care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. i know im a much better person than her, so why bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i told dada last thurday (while we were on the topic) that i am not bothered by A.I since i know that we are on different levels - yes, braggy huh? and i explained that i would not put up to her level since i know im in a much higher level (as a creature, hehe!) than hers. and i further made a comparison...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"para kang pumapatol sa katulong, sa mga chismisan nila..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ces replied, "so katulong si A.I?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i said, "no! eto naman, nd mo ma-gets ung comparison..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"parang pumapatol ka sa hindi mo dapat patulan..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, do i just say the wrong words or what? haha! and to add up to that, i told them that maybe i could confont A.I.. which they all rejected saying that &lt;em&gt;"barkada niya nga hindi siya k-confront tayo pa.."&lt;/em&gt; and of course, the ever defending-myself-attitude of mine prevails by saying &lt;em&gt;"atleast para malaman niya, kaysa naman ganito pinag-uusapan natin siya sa likod niya, wala man lang siyang kaalam-alam..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i have not confronted her. not now, when i have just recently confronted someone, and i suppose he didn't accept it too well. argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and yeah, i have a close-minded, anti-social, and freak-o humanities prof. would you tell your students that they are like the itas in front of class? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115174821535180666?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115174821535180666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115174821535180666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115174821535180666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115174821535180666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/07/thing-about-ai-and-closed-minded.html' title='the thing about A.I and a closed minded humanities prof'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115072624130723160</id><published>2006-06-19T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:10:41.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assignments suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wonder why professors give such crappy assignments on the first week/day of classes. those type where answers are either not found on the internet or you'll have to freakin' suffer near eye-sight-loss just to find it. and what i hate most about it? i have to write it by hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im just so not yet in the mood to open books, more so, understand them. God, when did I get this so L-A-Z-Y? (oh yeah, since i understood the word) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115072624130723160?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115072624130723160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115072624130723160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115072624130723160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115072624130723160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/06/assignments-suck.html' title='assignments suck'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-115001648539275877</id><published>2006-06-11T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:01:25.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im braces free!! look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="52" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/mouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i also had my hair done... see the whole revamped moi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/moi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the highlight only goes side-swiped my bangs... though i wanted it platinum (to look kinda like rouge's) it might be too radical for my building - i might just end up coloring it back to black! i really hated it being yellowish/gold since its so common, but that's how it ended up.. yeah.. sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-115001648539275877?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/115001648539275877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=115001648539275877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115001648539275877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/115001648539275877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-braces-free-look-i-also-had-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114929970291740913</id><published>2006-06-03T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T09:55:02.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the same feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;last year, i have posted an entry regarding how i felt every time an acedemic year starts... now i feel, again, the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have not even started going to school even, but just the thought that i would - makes me already feel the same way. it sucks when i feel that i don't fit in - more so when i feel that i have no one who understand how i feel. its not that i don't really fit in, but in a way, i do really not fit in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iwas kasi ako sa tao&lt;/em&gt;. i am not the type of person who'll go and stick myslef to other groups and join their convo. its just that, i feel, that i am being EPAL - and i am in no way want to be such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114929970291740913?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114929970291740913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114929970291740913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114929970291740913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114929970291740913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/06/same-feeling.html' title='the same feeling'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114895946425282659</id><published>2006-05-30T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:24:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this weather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;everytime this time of the year comes, i get to feel nostalgic. even if i have then felt that we should have really moved to another abode, it was in time that i have realized that i do love that old house of ours. too bad our laptop that was stolen has all the pictures we had there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;once again, i have another addiction, believe it or not, its PBB teen edition. i don't think i need explain more - its for teens. and for the first time (yes through the history of my life) kinilig ako - Kim &amp; Gerald. Jologs ko noh? But heck who cares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114895946425282659?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114895946425282659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114895946425282659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114895946425282659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114895946425282659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-weather.html' title='this weather.'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114839854257030546</id><published>2006-05-23T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:37:37.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your True Love Is a Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/capricorn.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why you'll love a Capricorn:&lt;br /&gt;Hard working and driven, a Capricorn will work overtime to win your heart.Be prepared to get wined and dined, even once you're convince that your Capricorn is the one!&lt;br /&gt;Why a Capricorn will love you:&lt;br /&gt;You don't rush things. You know it will take a while for a Capricorn to trust you, and you can wait.Social and outgoing, you can introduce normally shy Capricorn to a great circle of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114839854257030546?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114839854257030546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114839854257030546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114839854257030546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114839854257030546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-true-love-is-capricornwhy-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114839513518685300</id><published>2006-05-23T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:38:55.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something i dont want to tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna tell something but i can't. i now know that this blog is too exposed to people i am personally connected to which are included in my everyday life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, it sucks when you don't have a channel to release what you want to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the other hand, summer class is over, and though it was dragging to wake up at 5.00 in the morning, i has so much done this semester. I got to commute going to Cavite (where we had our resort interview at Water Camp), i was able to interview a F.O manager and walk all-over Malate looking for a motel. All of course were done with my groupmates who shares the same love of those experiences. It paid off well anyway, we got flat 1 on our presentation and written report but even if we had not, those "journeys" were unreplaceble, and those alone is already worth the enervate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, i have to rejuvanate my energy and release all the stress before the next semester. There would be traffic, there would be much more stress, there would still be Accounting. I hope we have the same time period in normal semesters as we have on a summer. It is less wearing since you'll think less of all that you have to accomplish, plus everything seems to be ending so fast. Its not hard to rember lessons since quizzes happen atleast every 2 days and the period of thinking that you'll have to accomplish this and that ends so fast that it wouldn't stress the hell out of your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The thing i really wanna post, uhm, maybe not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Iyong tao naman na gusto kong paratingan nun hindi binabasa itong blog ko. Wala naman kasing pakialam iyon sa akin e, sana nga meron, pero kahit anong paramdam ko, pakiramdam ko, wala talaga. o pakiramdam ko lang wala pero meron? Ang hirap niyang pakiramdaman. O maling mensahe lang talaga pinaparating ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114839513518685300?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114839513518685300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114839513518685300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114839513518685300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114839513518685300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-i-dont-want-to-tell.html' title='something i dont want to tell'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114760330003312091</id><published>2006-05-14T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:42:52.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An Intro-Extrovert!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/intro-extrovert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Sometimes you're social - sometimes you're shyYou've got a bit of an Introvert / Extrovert split going onYou enjoy all sorts of situations. Parties, small groups, and alone time.Too much of one, and you'll long for the other. You need varity!Chances are, you've got both serious and fun friends - and they don't get along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a&gt;Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You An Extrovert or Introvert?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now, you understand what the hell i was talking about wth my previous post (the one with i wanna tear my ear off)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114760330003312091?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114760330003312091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114760330003312091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114760330003312091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114760330003312091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-are-intro-extrovertsometimes-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114683234447883873</id><published>2006-05-05T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:32:24.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thing from friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; i got this from friendster bulletin and this is so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, for my case...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------JULY--------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult tofathom and to be understood. Quietunless excited or tensed. Takes pride inoneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled.Honest. Concerned about people'sfeelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable.Emotional temperamental andunpredictable. Moody and easily hurt.Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Notrevengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.dislikes nonsensical and unnecessarythings. Guides others physically andmentally. Sensitive and formsimpressions carefully. Caring and loving.Treats others equally. Strong sense ofsympathy. Wary and sharp. Judgespeople through observations.Hardworking. No difficulties in studying.Loves to be alone. Always broods aboutthe past and the old friends. Waits forfriends. Never looks for friends. Notaggressive unless provoked. Loves to beloved. Easily hurt but takes long torecover. Repost this in the next 5 minsand your reputation will boost somewayin the next 12 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114683234447883873?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114683234447883873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114683234447883873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114683234447883873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114683234447883873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/05/thing-from-friendster.html' title='a thing from friendster'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114622128644476571</id><published>2006-04-28T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:48:06.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a commuter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; i can now declare that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY A COMMUTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, i was the one who paid my &lt;em&gt;pamasahe&lt;/em&gt;. yes, i was the one who said &lt;em&gt;"sa tabi lang po".&lt;/em&gt;yes, i did it all alone. i am so proud of myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday was the first time for me to ride an FX with no one i know of with me. and i will never forget that day even when i felt totally screwed up that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pasensya na sa mga nabababawan sa akin, ayun kasi yung isang bagay na gusto kong gawin pro hindi ko magawa kasi, una, hindi ako pinapayagan, pangalawa, natatakot ako na baka may mangyaring masama at hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;on the other side of things, hega also officially stopped teasing me today! a big !yahoo! to that! things are getting better with what i feel about what egie feels around me and something else i'd rather not share in here (baka may nagbabasa nito na hindi ko alam eh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;even if this is my own blog, i don't completely entrust my feelings and thoughts in here - c'mon this is published for the entire world-wide-web browsers to read! besides, the other thing i don;t wanna share isn't that certain yet. it comes and it goes. so when the time comes that its already true, official and can be declared - i'll post it in here.. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for now, ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114622128644476571?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114622128644476571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114622128644476571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114622128644476571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114622128644476571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-commuter.html' title='i am a commuter'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114604450488759627</id><published>2006-04-26T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:08:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ka-feelingan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ang hirap mapunta sa sitwasyon kung saan pakiramdam mo lagi kang pinaguusapan. hindi ko alam kung bakit, hindi ko alam kung ano, hindi mo alam kung maganda ba o pangit and sinasabi tungkol sayo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pati kaibigan mo hindi mo na sigurado kung ano ang tingin talaga sayo.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;since hega started teasing me regarding he alledegedly crushing on me, it feels like everyone is already putting me on their daily &lt;em&gt;chismis. &lt;/em&gt;NO, HINDI AKO NAGFEFEELING OK? (Just in case somebody reads this and mistakenly puts meaning behind this words, Im just making sure) That's the first and foremeost reason i call it a tease - since it is. Its not true - no, not in mere imagination. For some reason i dunno, that self-coniving guy seems to be concealing something, i don't know what, but he is one eveil lad to put me into it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i had now seen the reality of these things - both the flattery and bitterness. on one side, its nice to hear that somebody else other than your mother appreciates you on the downside, the negative feedbacks you receive from ther people. AGAIN, hindi ako nagfefeeling ok? Im just putting into point the tendency of how people react on these situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to state it clear, that no one really has a crush on me, someone just fakely claims about it. The problem is, not all people see it that way - many would actually see it in a different way. Some would put meaning, some would think of possibilities... and some are just...nah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if i could only make it happen that the one i like to be the one bugging me about things... WAIT! do i even like anyone? haha! ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114604450488759627?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114604450488759627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114604450488759627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114604450488759627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114604450488759627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/04/ka-feelingan.html' title='ka-feelingan'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114597515672535326</id><published>2006-04-25T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:25:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i like him... NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate these people who'll let you like them then leave you hanging like, God, do you actually expect of me to like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;fine. If you don't like me nor any mere chance of being attracted to me, the get the hell out of my area of surronding. Stop being near me, stop noticing me, JUST STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114597515672535326?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114597515672535326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114597515672535326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114597515672535326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114597515672535326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-like-him.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114562228612498358</id><published>2006-04-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T20:24:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i survived the first week. as chico &amp; delamar would say, "if you'd survive the first week, you'll be able to get through it" (or atleast something like that ;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, i have been waking up every 5am since monday and i have not got a continous six hours of sleep since then. oh its irksome. plus add the fact that we have to do some unsearchable research papers and to go through very frequent quizzes considering that we a normal week in a semister is gone through only 2 days in a summer class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, other than the fact that i have to go to those classes 5 days a week, i have to bear with me hega's non-stop tease. God. At firts it was bearable, but hear it second per second everytime im around his sight... OH GOD...i wanna tear my ear off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fine. He has this unstoppable mouth and very hyper active personality, but im not like that - admittable truth. I have this characteristic of being sociable for a time and totally be timid and enclosed a second after. Plus the egie incident, making it so disturbing - i dunno how to actually react. Everyone has their own interpretation, everyone has their own agenda. I don't know why the hell hega won't stop tormenting me with acts but it is affecting some people. Mimay believes it has something in it making Egie think likewise. Oh why do they have to attach me in this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How i wish someone i like was the one teasing me. How I WISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114562228612498358?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114562228612498358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114562228612498358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114562228612498358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114562228612498358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-i-survived-first-week.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114502896118655903</id><published>2006-04-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:36:01.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;time works like a snap - you'll anticipate it and whoala! even before you get to capture it, it's gone. so enough of these abstract comparisons since no one would ever be curious enough to even follow through these kind of entries. not that im writing for anyone since it is for a fact that i would choose these write-ups not be read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, im a self-confessed weirdo. even me gets surprise to what the hell i think of or impulsively do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so, anyway, im back to USTe at monday. It sucks since i would have to wave hello to 5am alarms but acceptable due to my preference of being active than a bummer. one thing is for sure - i don't want to be the pig i was before. I insanely want to retain my current weight and figure but that won't happen if i continue to bum around and stick everything i see edible on my mounth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;blabbing about my eating habits i bet is irritating for others to hear. GOD. i think they would start tearing their ears off the next time i would start procrastinating about how fatty foods are. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by the way, this holy week was the only (yes, ONLY) holy week that we were not obliged by ma to go with the prusisyon and have a holy thursday mass. its so unsual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114502896118655903?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114502896118655903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114502896118655903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114502896118655903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114502896118655903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-works-like-snap-youll-anticipate.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114475033838498177</id><published>2006-04-11T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:12:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i enrolled. i got home. i took a nap. i had a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, a real dream. the one which people has when one is asleep. i didn't think about it nor thought about anything related to it before i slept - it just came into me in a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every dream is connected with your own "reality". Thus, in interpreting your dreams, it is important to draw from your personal life and experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--Dreammoods.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, so i had a post before of that guy i kept on thinking about which i would never would like in reality. then, here he comes in my dream (which i peculiarly remembered) saying to his friends, that he really likes me. what a dream right? haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;fine. i'll post it in detail since i bizzarely remember it anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am in a room with people i know of - but in able to hide the identity of that guy, i'll keep those people in a general identity- so anyway, i'm there hanging out with them and is sitting beside that guy. ok, then, he pulls my head to lie on his shoulder and i oddly falls a sleep (or somethind like that). after a short while (when i was already asleep) he suddely tells his friends (who we are hanging out with) of how could he tell me that he really like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now, i want to connect that dream to my own reality. does that mean i REEAAALLY l-i-k-e that guy? i mean, why the hell would i dream of that incident? is that how i really want my reality to happen? OH GOD. i don't like him, but i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but then again, its better for me to don't... since in reality, it won't happen that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114475033838498177?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114475033838498177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114475033838498177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114475033838498177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114475033838498177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/04/dream.html' title='a dream'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114455227811138805</id><published>2006-04-09T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:11:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUMMING UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I got a new phone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/for%20blog/P4090002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="244" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/for%20blog/P4090002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/for%20blog/P4090003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="121" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/for%20blog/P4090003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/for%20blog/P4090004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="125" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/for%20blog/P4090004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/for%20blog/P4090006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="134" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/for%20blog/P4090006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/for%20blog/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 592px" height="592" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/for%20blog/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE w550i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its good. its funky. &lt;strong&gt;its not common. &lt;/strong&gt;and that's what i love about it. its new that i posted my phone in here, but heck, i didn't l-o-v-e me Nokia phone, why would i bother posting about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, so here's my BUMMING UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did Cardio Work-Out trying to keep up with the Kung-Fu Hussle CD. DAMN! that was exhausting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brought my uniform for alteration at Centerpoint. Timingly, Ma and Auntie Digs are going to Greenhills to return the &lt;em&gt;Motorazr&lt;/em&gt; Uncle Santi has bought. We went we them and so, John and I had a new phone! Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was obviously not planned, so what ever we saw good, oh i like that! Haha! but I REALLY LIKE MY PHONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Auntie Day and Tito Medel with Archie had lunch with us. Then i went to Mela's house - the 3 of us: Mela, Bondz and Moi spent the whole afternoon updating with each other's lives. BONDING MOMENT huh? - TRULY. we watched Shakesphere in Love and Me, Mine &amp; Yours (with Drake in there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stuck in the house whole day p.e.r.i.o.d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Ateneo with John. That bastard chose his Alma Mater for U.P - that was U.P idiot! Only 6% of the whole population who took that exam were the only ones who passed UPD! But can't blame him, with mama's unending persuation - which BTW, is irritating, - i'd also choose the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bummed at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would be back to school in a week. DAAMMMNNN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114455227811138805?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114455227811138805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114455227811138805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114455227811138805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114455227811138805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/04/bumming-update.html' title='BUMMING UPDATE'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114373981036532926</id><published>2006-03-31T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:30:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unavoidable thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno why. i dunno how. but i kept on dreaming/thinking about a person and every time i do, i ask my self whether i have a crush on him BUT when i actually see him in person its a big NA-UH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;parang, sige joanni, isipin mo na lang, kasi pag nakikita mo na siya, hindi mo talaga siya magugustuhan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe because im the type of person who sees the bad of everybody or he is just bad in any way. ARGH. how can i be such person? or rather, how did i become such person?  HOW THE HELL WOULD I BE POSSIBLE TO LIKE SOMEONE THIS WAY? I would never have a boyfriend. GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114373981036532926?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114373981036532926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114373981036532926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114373981036532926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114373981036532926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/03/unavoidable-thoughts.html' title='unavoidable thoughts'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114334156595068801</id><published>2006-03-26T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T10:52:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;seems like i am the only person updating my blog so quite often. maybe because i am the only one free or maybe because i am the only one who doesn't have a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;other than watching MTV, DVDs and movies, my life consists of surfing the net and of course doing the daily duties in my body in able to survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, I HAVE A TEDIOUS LIFE. i don't think anyone would be interested in tracking my daily on-goings for there isn't anything to track basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;as much as i want to create something new, something exciting, something controversial, i just can't pull it off. maybe because of lack of courage or it's just not my personality. Egie and I were talking, and were like "dapat gawa tayo ng issue!"...."oo nga!"...."kunwari 2 years na tayo!" haha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This happened a week ago or two weeks ago where everything in our class seemed to be coming out. Its weird to find out things that were kept for so long and the type that you wouldn't exactly expect to be felt by other people. I, on the other hand, is the opposite of this. God, why is it that i don't feel anything for anyone? AM I AN ALIEN? or am I just a GENETICALLY MODIFIED ORGANISM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My blockmates would often ask me "Joanni, sino bang type mo sa classroom?" (or something similar to that) and Im like... "WALA." and the most often reply would be.."kahit yung tingin mong ok? pinaka-close mo na lalaki? yung gusto mo ung ugali?" and again, i'll reply..."pinapaisip nyo ko...WALA. ask Egie pa..." Its weird, but i seriously don't like anyone in my block. Maybe because i know them and have already seen their flaws but none of them attract me.  But then again, even on our first day of class, i didn't see anyone quite attractive to me. Or i just dont let anyone get me attracted to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's difficult with me is that, one must first pass the physical qualities i specifically look for - clean &amp; flawless (yeah, like no pimples and all), good dresser and of course cute (i like cute better than guapo). Only after that would i be interested in actually knowing a person and quality as someone i am attracted to. Jap-Ang is one, Giant before (ayaw ko na sa kanya ngaun), Da's friend Janjan (who has a GF) and Jmie the "sorry" guy. Lahat sila ganyan... and chinito. I wound't exactly point out chinito as one of the thing which attracts me its just that most of the people who has that kind of skin are chinitos (not chinese, chinito). Fine, I'll include chinito. Oo nga, lahat sila chinito... even those i didn't mention here since i don't know how to call them in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its different that i am talking about my type or my crushes that have no idea that i have a crush on them since they don't know me and i don't know them personally. STALKER ko no? Nalalaman ko mga pangalan nila without them even knowing me.. HAHA! Maybe that's the only way i would have a crush - since with that way, they are superficially perfect beings without flaws. Knowing a person makes them human and with flaws. People might think i am dreaming, since I AM, and logically why would i dream of someone imperfect? When people think, or dream, or imagine, its always good and perfect - and that's what this is to me but just to make it sensible, &lt;strong&gt;i ain't looking for someone perfect, just someone perfect for me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe i won't have a boyfriend forever. Maybe i'll live my whole life NBSB. Maybe. Maybe. Egie would quite often tell me that even guys could come over to me i tell them off already. Thinking now, I know i am just protecting myself - from issues, from the comments of other people. For some reasons i am easily affected by the talkings of other people - I dont wanna be a part of what the hell they may be talking of. I dont wanna have negative feedbacks, i dont want insults. I am finished of receieving those. Envy is nothing that i would be willing to be part of even if i aint the one feeling it. I know now how people react in envy. I know what they could say to you. I know how they could bury you alive with their words. I NOW KNOW THE REALITY OF FEELING ENVIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a very long entry of how to become SINGLE for your whole life. Hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114334156595068801?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114334156595068801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114334156595068801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114334156595068801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114334156595068801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/03/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114318464497618535</id><published>2006-03-24T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:17:24.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointless, senseless, just blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After watching The Exorcism of Emily Rose, i got to this event of waking up every 3:oo (or around that time) in the morning. It happen not only once but four times already. Its wierd, scary and troubling. I feel like being forewarned of being the next girl/person to experience that kind of thing. Or am i just being paranoid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To place that paranoiding (creating a new word is never new) thought, my exams are finally over. yep ITS OVER. now, my only concern is if my grades are the one next going to be over. God, I seriously hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its summer now, and as much as i wanna say HURRRAHHH!!! NOT! i got summer classes 3 weeks from now. tsktsk. why the hell do they have to do that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized how tedious my life is. If I or anyone for that matter would compare my on-goings to shape, it would be a fine straight line. No ups and downs. How boring could that be? Well, ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its just that, i have always maintanied this neutral attitude just to keep safe. To avoid conflicts. I know how sucky it feels to have someone irritated with you but then again, what's more sucky than nothing at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am i even making a point? Im like scribling to no end. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nonetheless, i wanna blogblogblog (it sounds like drinking something - haha!). Its the end of a school year! Its like wow, that was a year ago? or WHAT? that was only a year ago?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;like im making any sense huh? haha! its rare that i place something like this in my blog since i barely talk about what i feel here... its more on what i think. im just afraid to be bare. thoughts are meant to be shared but feelings aren't that close to those since they will expose you. online blogs are my mere expression of agitation and some experiences but not of feelings. i even find it hard to open up to my friends how could i possibly trust it to this one which is public? i can't even track those visiting this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess, the only time i would actually place something in here that i actually feel is when i intend for people to read it - meaning i could not tell something by face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Argh. I made a long pointless entry. As if anyone actually reads this! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114318464497618535?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114318464497618535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114318464497618535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114318464497618535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114318464497618535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/03/pointless-senseless-just-blogging.html' title='pointless, senseless, just blogging'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114270482381043987</id><published>2006-03-19T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:00:23.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALAALA NI BATMAN&lt;/strong&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by Radioactive Sago Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...bale idol na idol talaga ko talaga si batman dibale na si robin ayoko ka robin kase parang bading pero ano nga kaya ang relasyon nila pero idol ko talaga si batman kase palagi ko at siyang dinodrowing, lagi ko siyang ginagaya lahat ng bagay na batman gustong gusto ko meron ako yung t-shirt ko batman yung lunchbox ko batman yung pencilcase ko yung panyo yung sumbrero yung toothbrush yung brief ko lahat yon batman mahal na mahal ako ng tatay ko kase kahit mahirap lang kami lagi nya akong binibili ng batman n bagay &lt;strong&gt;pero minsan gusto ko talaga ng batmobile na laruan nagpabili ako sa kanya sabi ko tay bili mo naman ako ng batmobile pero katatangal nya lang yata nya non sa trabaho at wala n sya pera kase kasali yata siya noon sa unyon nagwala yata sa ticket line kaya yun natanggal siya kaya kumuha n lng siya ng karak-karak n lata ng sardinas at binutasan na lang at kinabitan ng tansan at dun ko nalaman ang ibig sabihin ng pagmamahal...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this song awoke me while i was sleeping this morning as my brother played it. the one in bold letters made a lot of sense to me, especially the last line. most people i know of, think of love as being completely submerged into someone - like thinking about that person 24/7, or being texted mushy stuff, some even with just "kumain ka na?" or "ingat". its lame how people think that way or as they also say how they feel -i would not agree with that since in the first place you only feel what you think; they think they are in love which is the main reason they think they feel in when actually they are not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe because i haven't felt that way or just don't think like that, but i believe that you can only feel love when you already know the person more that just what his/her favorite color, food, brand etc. when it is dual and not personal, when its real care and not thought, when you are willing to share what you are. i can't understand how is it possible to love a person without being loved in return? parents can do since they have unconditional love for their children but lovers? i don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how can you possibly love someone who does not open up to you? who doesn't really care? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its not love its just infatuation. its like. maybe a crush but not love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kahit ano pang sabihin ng mga kanta, kahit ano pang isipin ng iba, ang pagmamahal ay hindi nangagaling sa isang tao lamang. kung ikaw lang ang nagsasabing mahal mo ang isang tao, hindi mahal 'yun dahil imposibleng magmahal ng isang taong hindi ka mahal. bakit ko nga ba pinagsasabi 'to? lilinawin ko lang hindi ko nararamdaman 'to, gusto ko lang sabihin ang naiisip ko. kung bakit hindi ko maintindihan ng ibang tao na nagsasabi na mahal nila ang ibang tao na hindi naman sila mahal. ang salitang mahal ay napakalalim nang pakiramdam upang maramdaman ng isang tao na hindi pa naman nararanasan ang tunay na napapaloob sa pakiramdam ng kabilang tao. malabo? alam ko. pero wala na akong balak na linawin pa kasi alam ko wala namang may pakialam dito sa sinusulat ko. ang sarap lang i-umpog ng mga taong pilit na pinagdidiinan na nararamdaman nila ito kahit sa totoo ang nararamdaman nila ay parang ang nararamdaman ng isang grade 1 sa kapwa grade 1 na gwapo/maganda, ang pagkakaiba lang ang grade 1 hindi iniisip na pagmamahal 'un, ang alam lang nila "ay gwapo/maganda!" kaya tapos na ang problema pag tumanda na kung ano-ano ang mga iniisip at binibigyang kulay kaya naman naiisip na love na kahit hindi naman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi pa ako "na-in love" or "na-iin love" dahil sa totoo lang hindi pa talaga ako nagkaka-crush ng tunay puro pang pisikal lang. hindi ako tibo ha, lilinawin ko lang, hindi rin ako bakla sa akin lang ang mga maliliit na bagay tulad ng pagsabi ng "ingat ka" o "gudnyt" ay mga bagay na sinasabi ng isang tao na walang ibig sabihin kung hindi ang tuinay na ibig sabihin nito. literal akong tao at hindi ko binibigyang ng makulay na ibig sabihin ang bawat letra na sibasabi sa akin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naiinis lang ksi ako sa mga taong masyado kung magpalaki ng bawat sabihin sa kanila.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114270482381043987?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114270482381043987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114270482381043987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114270482381043987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114270482381043987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/03/alaala-ni-batman-by-radioactive-sago.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114246479037983813</id><published>2006-03-16T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:19:50.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After loosing my phone at the boat, after i have taken both my practical exams at HRM, after many things have been said and done (cliche?)... thank God I am still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep, i lost my phone. Some freakin bastard stole it while i was sleeping. I just wish KARMA comes around that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep, i had gone through both HRM 102B &amp; 103A practical exams, the first i got 77 and the later 60. Bad scores but great relief, atleast i got less things to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep, everything have gone through secrets to common knowledge to everyone. I think its true that when people say "bsta na simulan ng isa, tuloy-tuloy na 'yan..." or does my brother the only one who says that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, my written exams would start tomorrow 'til next week. God knows how well (or how bad should more likely) would i perform. I got to get my grades back to their normal range. For some reasons i became so slack with my academics... reasons i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another thing, i am afraid that i might be having negative feedbacks from my blockmates. Maybe because of my &lt;em&gt;ka-artehan&lt;/em&gt; or my lack of interest in practicing our play or reasons they only will know... heck it sucks when it happens that way. Oh yeah, yesterday, I saw Ang (my guy counterpart, as mimay says) 3 times, i guess its true (other thing i think its true) that "when it rains, it pours". I wish it always happens that way :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114246479037983813?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114246479037983813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114246479037983813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114246479037983813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114246479037983813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-loosing-my-phone-at-boat-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114096260578156296</id><published>2006-02-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:03:26.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;NOSTALGIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;seeeing these uniformed men in television announcing this and that makes me feel like being once again part of the old world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;no, i wasn't a people power baby. i was late by a year but for some inevitable reasons, this whole country - its people, media, school etc. made me one. i feel those moments where &lt;strong&gt;people really prayed, sacrificed and aimed&lt;/strong&gt; for a better country with the unity to enforce a brighter future for all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now, each politician has his or her own goal with the mutiny that is currently happening. no one is praying for the sake of the betterment of our country but for the sake of his or her own self. these people are manipulating other people for their own purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just received a message that there will be no classes again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am not happy that i ain't going to class. first, i have to get my grades back to its normal range and i won't be able to do that with these continous no-class days. second, i want a normal country! i want a normal day! i want to live without these uniformed men in the streets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;actually, the current situation was not bad but unfortunately these media people (ABS-CBN to point out) makes it worst. These media people keeps on asking stupid questions, keeps on showing and illuminating shallow informations making the situation all exemplified and worst. GOD, just to get these "exclusive" stuffs and more attention from the people they are making our country's situation worst! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD when would the people start acting like they care??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when would they STOP caring about their ratings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when would they use their influence in such a good way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114096260578156296?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114096260578156296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114096260578156296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114096260578156296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114096260578156296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/02/nostalgic.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-114052557245918105</id><published>2006-02-21T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:39:32.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REST at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;since last week, today was the only day i was able to sleep in such a complete compliance since i wouldn't have to pressure my self in waking up even without my want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, i did have a class from 7-1 but after that i was able to sleep for 3 hours. thank God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;weekend was not a weekend to me anymore, NSTP provides me a weekend work - a more tiring one than my regular classes. maybe because i am not used in commuting, or i am just recuperating from it that this activity gives me such a hard time from getting used to&lt;strong&gt; but at least i am enjoying it! &lt;/strong&gt;it is not very often that i get to get out and commute with my blockmates plus this was the only opportunity that i get to talk to strangers who experiences life we thought should never exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i always thought i would feel grossed out with interacting with those people who are left by their imputable parents in the streets to beg but no, i did not. no, they are not just street beggars but they were children who are badly battred (either physically/emotionally) by their parents or relatives. some were raped, some were physically abused, some were used. as i have never thought, they were normal - and they are comminicable. i only then realized how naive i am to the world i have always seen bright. these are the people who condemed being alive. these are the people who faces the world thinking where will i go next? these are the people who suffer from the politicking politicians do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it made me think how the hell would any president be able to help these people? or any government for that matter? PEOPLE DO NOT EVEN CARE FOR THEIR OWN FAMILY. I have a child, SO WHAT? I have 12 children, SO WHAT? I have a daughter/niece/grandchild, i f*&amp;amp;k them! GOD! What kind of people are living in this world??? and to think that we are catholics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its sad, but TRUE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-114052557245918105?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/114052557245918105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=114052557245918105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114052557245918105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/114052557245918105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/02/rest-at-last.html' title='REST at last'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113962204488817843</id><published>2006-02-11T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T09:40:44.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate it when people assume of things regarding my feelings, my thoughts or anything which regards me for that matter. worst, say it to me like they know me very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;first and foremost i ain't sad for not having a boyfriend or having someone to spend valentine's day in the 14th - cause in the first place i don't really see valentine's day as some special day what so ever i believe that its just a piece of crap establishments promote in able to sell their services/products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;second, how can someone assume that i will feel happy when i will be someone?! I AM HAPPY ALL BY MYSELF. i don't need a boyfriend to feel satisfied. and besides if i want a boyfriend i can have one but please don't assume that it will be you - and worst tell it to me like you are so sure of what the hell i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;third, if a person isn't replying to you anymore, take the hint - its not even a hint anymore its more of a unspoken reply of get out of my face, my surrondings, my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, the thirds kind harsh, but just STOP bugging the person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if a person is interested in you, of course she will reply. she would be willing to talk to you on the phone and in person and she will be happy when she see's you. if she don't the freakin get out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113962204488817843?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113962204488817843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113962204488817843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113962204488817843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113962204488817843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate-it-when-people-assume-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113957705099830198</id><published>2006-02-10T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:10:51.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EDUC month (yes, month not week) started last monday, i have no idea when it would end. Anyway, they had this thing of having escorts &amp; muses representing each program - hrm, tourism, ft, bse etc. and gosh was it not a major laugh trip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Host started to individually ask questions to the representatives and made them introduce themselves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HRM Escort : *mentions name* from the College of HRM (since when did we had our own college?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Host : Talent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HRM Escort : ...uhm... basketball! (indeed! basketball is a telent!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh that was the best. But i would still go for Peter Pan! He had green legs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*****************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheermania was held this afternoon, i feel bad for attending it - not that i experienced a major bad event but i wasn't able to attend my afternoon classes. badbadbad me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113957705099830198?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113957705099830198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113957705099830198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113957705099830198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113957705099830198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/02/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113901954672114583</id><published>2006-02-04T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T10:19:06.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fear of crowded people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at now, 60 dead people had been counted for the stampede that happened in the entrance of wowowee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for some reason, it bothered me. not that i am interested in going to that program or that sort (cause i watch eatbulaga) but because i imagine what risk we take when we go to such events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;last night, i was in livre, and thinking about it, what if someone just screamed "may bomba!" or something like it? just being traped in the middle of it makes me already breathless, how much more if everybody was struggling to get out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now, i realize why most people (especially parents) are in doubt to send their children or anyone they know for that matter in such things. i for one, would also be now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113901954672114583?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113901954672114583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113901954672114583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113901954672114583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113901954672114583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/02/fear-of-crowded-people.html' title='fear of crowded people'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113844212193793637</id><published>2006-01-28T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T17:55:21.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i am not worthy of your trust huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;having lost my connections with most of my friends makes me muse if i ain't that worthy of anyone's friendship. i have gained a lot of friends from my 18 years of living, but ain't got one who i can actually get my feelings on or who i can always drag or who i can always communicate with. i guess i really have that solitary attitude or if not that something i have not yet realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now, i feel bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;not because i hate my friends but because i found another thing in me to hate. no one ever trusts me - and i hate that. just to tell you, my tears are nearly falling right now and i just have to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113844212193793637?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113844212193793637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113844212193793637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113844212193793637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113844212193793637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-i-am-not-worthy-of-your-trust-huh.html' title='so i am not worthy of your trust huh?'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113827002833250729</id><published>2006-01-26T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T18:07:08.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh God how hard could it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nakakainis pag ang tatanga ng mga tao sa paligid mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;un lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i have to do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dapat iinstallan na kami ng  bayabtel dsl ngayon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;first, we lack a lan card (which we thought can be replaceable by a usb - turns out not) so we had to buy one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then when the man came back in the afternoon, (the same time my brother was taking a bath), our help thought he was as sleep making the man leave! putcha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;di man lang naghintay at nagtanong diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nakakainis! ayaw ko na ng mga katulong na saksakan ng TANGA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113827002833250729?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113827002833250729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113827002833250729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113827002833250729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113827002833250729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-god-how-hard-could-it-be.html' title='oh God how hard could it be?'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113764928881010256</id><published>2006-01-19T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:41:28.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;most of the time, i am wondering of what i am now that i was not before. physical changes are too obvious for me not to notice but attitude wise, its something i try so hard to figure out. ok, how can it so hard to figure out your own self? - yeah, that's the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;prelims week used to be hell week for me - yep, HELL. just my profs reminding us of that thing already gives me the creeps, and yeah, as much as i wanna avoid it - i feel pressured. now, kahit &lt;em&gt;pa anong gawin kong pagpressure sa sarili ko&lt;/em&gt; (yep, i pressure myself just to try to perform better), i simply don't feel it at all. its like... I DON'T CARE anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno why i am like this. &lt;strong&gt;i dont wanna be like this. &lt;/strong&gt;i wanna feel pressure. i wanna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i am failing and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that i am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i took my spanish exam yesterday and barely remembered anything - i am totally failing that course. the most i could get from my answers is 1 - i am even sure if she would consider that. but what worst than failing is not feeling like i am. its like that i am not even concerned of it happening. &lt;strong&gt;GOD, WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then, just getting a lower mark than my blockmates would bother me a lot (and i did not even fail then, i just got a lower score than them) now, i am really failing and i am not even bothered. and not being bothered is the one bothering me now. i want this not being bothered out of my system... oh God, please bring me back my '&lt;em&gt;tarantatious'&lt;/em&gt; me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113764928881010256?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113764928881010256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113764928881010256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113764928881010256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113764928881010256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/01/prelims.html' title='prelims'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113716282120484743</id><published>2006-01-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:33:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;back to posting quizzes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1130466460nicole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/b&gt;. You are most like Nicole Kidman. You have a natural elegance and poise that is rare nowadays. Your grace and quiet nature makes you pure and almost angelic. You style is more classic than trendy, but you always look good no matter what you wear. You're sophisticated, focused, and beautiful, and the world needs more of your kind of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="84" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;84%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Kate Bosworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="56" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Eva Longoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="56" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="45" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;45%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="39" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;39%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="28" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;28%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Carmen Electra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="28" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;28%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="22" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;22%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=93024"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;What Beautiful Celebrity are You? (pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is this even for real?! nahh.. i'd still prefer to be kate bosworth (with such hubby as Orlando Bloom? who won't?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1108221937regina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Regina George&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Regina George&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="47" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Karen Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="34" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;34%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gretchen Wieners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="22" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;22%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=6409"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Who's your inner Mean Girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey! i'm Georgina George! she's a byatch but i l-o-v-e her!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle" width="400"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Your EQ is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;133 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/eqquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;What's" Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/11619276-113716282120484743?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113716282120484743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113716282120484743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113716282120484743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113716282120484743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-posting-quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113689376297400261</id><published>2006-01-10T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:49:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i feel bad sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;being shut down by people depresses me. i don't know why, but the feeling of not being listened to affects me so much like that when i am failing a course or two. i guess it is in my nature that i &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; to be heard and when you hear it, i want you to &lt;strong&gt;MAKE&lt;/strong&gt; it - &lt;em&gt;kind of a dictator huh?&lt;/em&gt; yeah, it sounds bad, and kinda makes me someone you wanna call a &lt;em&gt;byatch&lt;/em&gt;, but at least, in my case, when i suggest something, i try and do my best to accomplish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;most of the time, my blockmates would comment of me being someone to argue with - cause its true. i would never fail to fight for my idea all through out no matter how convincing yours is. i may see your point, but i would believe that mine is always still kinda better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lately, this act of being a demanding byatch isn't such an effective idea. most of the time, its either i can't be it or you won't be it and &lt;strong&gt;it sucks&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;it makes me feel really really bad&lt;/strong&gt;. not that i don't want to be a byatch or anything but it makes me feel&lt;strong&gt; senseless, ineffective and not productive&lt;/strong&gt;. why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont want to work on an idea i personally don't agree with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i get really depressed at being disapproved on - which is when you won't hear what i will or had just said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate being commanded to do something i am agaist at!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;another thing, i hate being looked as being uncooperative and worst being said to things like i am soooo bad when things aren't even so good. why would i exert so much time and effort doing something that isn't even finalized? na naglolokohan lang naman kami? na hindi naman nila sobrang seneseryoso? nd nman sa masama magpatawa - maganda nga iyon, pro pag exage na - ndi na cya nakakatawa! pag lahat nalang iyon? pagpaulit-ulit nalang? pag pilit na? at masama pa dun (in another occurence) sobrang sablay na! i just hate someone right now! argh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh God, Bless me please to let this away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113689376297400261?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113689376297400261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113689376297400261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113689376297400261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113689376297400261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-i-feel-bad-sometimes.html' title='when i feel bad sometimes...'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113680948379334908</id><published>2006-01-09T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:24:43.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life Path Number is 9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/path.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your purpose in life is to make the world better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very socially conscious and a total idealist.&lt;br /&gt;You think there are many things wrong with the world, and you want to fix them.&lt;br /&gt;You have a big idea of how to world could be, and you'll sacrifice almost anything to work towards this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you can easily see the beauty in someone else. And you never cling too tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are capable of great love, but it's hard for you to focus your love on one person or relationship.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of outward focus, and you tend to blame the world for your failures.&lt;br /&gt;You are often disappointed by the realities of life - it's hard for you to accept the shortcomings of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What Is Your Life Path Number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to take more than give in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need your space and privacy. You don't like to be smothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fickle and tend to fall out of love easily. You bounce from romance to romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#cafbca;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are a Dreaming Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/dreaming-soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you awy from this world&lt;br /&gt;So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time&lt;br /&gt;You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...&lt;br /&gt;But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.&lt;br /&gt;Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/newbornsoul.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Newborn Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/prophetsoul.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prophet Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/travelersoul.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Traveler Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kindsoulquiz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113680948379334908?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113680948379334908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113680948379334908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113680948379334908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113680948379334908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-life-path-number-is-9-your.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113626868156891219</id><published>2006-01-03T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:13:46.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im taking my last day of vacation into doing house chores and taking these Blogthings tests...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You have a tempered, reasonable way of thinking.You tend to take every new idea in, and meld it with your world view.For you, everything is always changing. Each moment is different.Your thinking process tends to be very natural - with no beginnings or endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are Likely A Forth Born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but im a Second Born...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/forth-born.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel angry.At work and school, you do best when your analyzing.When you love someone, you tend to be very giving.&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you don't take the initiative in reaching out.Your ideal jobs are: factory jobs, comedy, and dentistry.You will leave your mark on the world with your own personal philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Birth Order Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113626868156891219?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113626868156891219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113626868156891219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113626868156891219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113626868156891219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-taking-my-last-day-of-vacation-into.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113612759993806906</id><published>2006-01-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:59:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ñ&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;may this year promote a good and prosperous 'chi' to all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PLEDGES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(which i can hopefully execute)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;to write notes in all my courses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;to devulge my time (after class) in reading in advance of lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;to say the word "ewww.." and "Oh My God" less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;to start accepting the flaws of others as part of life i cannot get rid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;perform everything in full effort and avoid the 'Bahala Na' attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;to be less irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;to not run and hide when ever i see my crush(es)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;to start being more warm and accomodating to others than being still and awfully cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;avoid acting like a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;to fully get rid of all my conyotic antics (which BTW, i really hate)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;to start doing these pledges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113612759993806906?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113612759993806906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113612759993806906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113612759993806906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113612759993806906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113584941087170452</id><published>2005-12-29T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T17:43:30.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day '05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chrismas ain't that bad after all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After much procrastinations of Christmas only being for children, I once again felt it like i had always when i was a child. Maybe because our house were filled with children (some were relatives &amp; some i have no idea where those came from), maybe because our house was once again full-packed with relatives (from Bicol who came here to spend their xmas), maybe because we once again had our, then, annual noche buena exchange gift or maybe because of all those reasons combined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll give a run through of my Xmas Vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;    Dec. 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 &lt;/strong&gt;- Salon Day : had a hair spa and made my hair trimmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                 - Seminarians (all the way from Naga) went to our house to provide us with a very unique Caroling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;strong&gt; Dec. 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                 - Shopping at Gateway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;Dec. 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                 - We went to Baclaran! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I was able to buy a pair of flats for 220php (parehas kami nila Ann &amp; Sa since you can oly buy it at that price if its wholesale), a skirt worth 250php, black corporate pants P150, shirts worth P60 each, mini bohemian skirt worth 95php &amp; capri pants worth 170. the only thing in there is that you'll have to purchase in whole sale in able to save, like the skirt i bought which costs 250, if i had bought it in wholesale(at least 3 pieces) it would only cost P150 each but then again, what would would i do with the other two? Pro masaya pa rin! Dami kong nabili para sa sarili ko kahit na mama ko nagbayad para sa lahat! hehe! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                - &lt;/strong&gt;Went to SM to buy gifts for our exchange gift and some stuff to be used for Noche Buena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;           &lt;strong&gt;Dec. 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                &lt;/strong&gt;MIDMORNING (huh? 12am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                - Noche Buena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                - Exchange Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                     - Uncle Archer got me a shower gel from Marks &amp; Spencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                     - I got a bag from Uncle Santi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                     - Kuya gave me Love in time of Cholora by Gabriel Garcia Marquez! hihi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                - Videoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                AFTERNOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                - Mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                EVENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                - Salu-salo with relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;           &lt;strong&gt;Dec. 26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                - RESTED all day reading Love in time of Cholera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec.27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                - REST again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;           &lt;strong&gt;Dec. 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;We went to Uratex and bought a new foam for my bed (at wala kaming ibang ginawa kung hindi MAGHINTAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                  - Went to Greenhills and ate at Teriyaki Boy! Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;           &lt;strong&gt;Dec. 29 : TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                  We will be going to Talavera tonight for the Reunion tomorrow :P (although i hate travelling, i always have that sucky feeling of drowsiness and throwing up which i can't figure out why)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113584941087170452?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113584941087170452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113584941087170452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113584941087170452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113584941087170452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-day-05.html' title='Christmas Day &apos;05'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113509503208406006</id><published>2005-12-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:26:21.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PASKUHAN sucked. Besides the sucky bands, some people made it totally worst. Its just that, some people are either advantageous of other people's kindness or some are just plainly irritating. ARGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mga bwicet na makakapal ang mukha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYWAY, 'Giant' took a look at me!!! Yes, I sound SOOO PATHETIC &lt;em&gt;pero wala nang pakialamanan crush ko na ulet siya!&lt;/em&gt; Wahahaha!!! (does this laugh sound so eveil or what?) I just don't want to confirm it to other people who see him often since i know that they would never get tired of teasing me.. AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when that happens, i would not have to guts to even face him. oh, yes, not even a glance. And as much as i want to get to know that person, i know, that when i am already able to, this crush thingy i am thinking of right now, would go no where. Why? since he'll become human to me - IMPERFECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you know why i never had a boyfriend since i was born - i am so picky &amp;amp; criticizing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I took this test and the result is so true (well, i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Melancholic Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/melancholic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.&lt;br /&gt;Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/11619276-113509503208406006?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113509503208406006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113509503208406006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113509503208406006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113509503208406006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/12/crush.html' title='crush'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113474179347086684</id><published>2005-12-16T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:03:53.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmasy Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its 8 days before xmas&lt;/strong&gt; yet i dont feel xmasy at all. the excitement i felt every december when i was a child seemed to have flown to another child - just proves that i ain't no longer one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno if its with the age or with just our status right now - both social/country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PASKUHAN will be on tuesday, its already bad that it was too late, whats worst is that we still have a class in the morning. i dunno if i'll be still jumpy &amp;amp; alive by 7 o'clock at night if i'll be waking up at around 5 in the morning to go to my 7o'clock lab class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im not feeling too blogging right now making my grammar (which is bad then) to worst. so for those concerned reading, por favor. i'll leave with this for now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/thoughtful.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause.You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's" Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart Is Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/blue.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love is a doing word for you. You know it's love when you treat each other well.You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113474179347086684?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113474179347086684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113474179347086684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113474179347086684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113474179347086684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmasy-season.html' title='Christmasy Season'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-113274606446825022</id><published>2005-11-23T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T19:41:04.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i realized some things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;having someone tell me they hate someone I know made me think and realize a lot of things about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i might be pissin off another person without knowing or intention of doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i react exaggerately when somebody is against my point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i always sound mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't let my point down unless all of those concerened already agrees with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in short, i am figgin irritating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now, i am mad at myself since i know i am irritating. and it bothers me that maybe someone is deeply pissed off because of my attitude. worst, i might have ruined somebody else's day due to my undying principles and beliefs or if not those something else about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what concerns me more is that i might have other things i am not aware of. maybe my voice, my way of talking, my use of words or some other things which most of us, without knowing the reason why, irritates us. and no matter how i would like to be aware of those things for me to be able to change and avoid it, it would be vaguely possible for someone tell me of those things even if i ask them. mostly, they are concerned on how i would feel about myself or how i would feel about them - since this is how i would exactly feel if i would be the one asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;as much as i would want persons who feel bad against me would just confront me than refering their anger to somebody else's knowledge, its just impossible. besides, its really hard to change if you were living in that kind of way since you were a child. for example, in my case where i always sound mad at somebody when i want to express my thoughts or what i know of in things, for me, that's just my way of showing that i have another thing in mind - and i am not mad at all. i get this a lot, where people would tell me &lt;em&gt;"uy, wag ka magalit" &lt;/em&gt;or "&lt;em&gt;ba't ka galit?"&lt;/em&gt; when im explaning something i disagree on actually i just wanna point out my point and i am not angry nor mad at that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been back to school for three weeks now, and i have barely learned a thing. most of my quizzes are nearly in the borderline of pass&amp;fail, i still haven't met our p.e. prof (which is a YEY! to me), i don't have a single number inked in my columnar notebook, the only thing you can ask me translate in spanish is those of with vamos! &amp; buenos, and my sociology prof called me hard-headed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i go to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8-5 every MWF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7-1 every Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and 9-7 every Thurdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess my load is way less compare to other courses, so i wouldn't be complaining. but i have to say that i hate thursdays even MWF is way more boring. i just don't like attending p.e. and my hrm103a. its just... whackkkk! we are made to stand for 6 hours! yes, 6 hours! and i am not so well communicated with my groupmates in that course. not that i hate them, just haven't found them that approachable or if not, some other unexplainble sort. hehh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hasta la vista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-113274606446825022?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/113274606446825022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=113274606446825022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113274606446825022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/113274606446825022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-realized-some-things.html' title='i realized some things...'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112972565648438346</id><published>2005-10-19T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:40:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edison Chen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;True, I have indeed seen MTV's Whatever Things like a thousand times before... but after seeing &lt;strong&gt;Edison Chen&lt;/strong&gt; in Initial-D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img425.imageshack.us/img425/2580/initiald.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 428px" height="445" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img425.imageshack.us/img425/3245/edison.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img425.imageshack.us/my.php?image=edison.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so going to watch Whatever Things a thousand times more. and more. Isn't he cute?? Cause for me, He's so damn is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and also, watch Initial-D, you'll definitely want to learn how to drive, much more, be a race car driver (who only drives on downhills -cool huh?) after watching it. plus, takumi kinda looks like champ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112972565648438346?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112972565648438346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112972565648438346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112972565648438346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112972565648438346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/10/edison-chen.html' title='Edison Chen'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112943296309816670</id><published>2005-10-16T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T11:22:43.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Catastrophes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was watching National Geographic : Savage Earth Week - TSUNAMI, and just so, while still doing so, i scanned the papers beside me and the headline of People's Tonight stated &lt;strong&gt;"BIG EARTHQUAKE in NOVEMBER",&lt;/strong&gt; now, tell me, how can i be more scarred?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what's worst about it is that it will directly hit Metro Manila and its as powerful as that which struck India, Thailand, Indonesia... last December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, its a prophecy told by a 71-year-old woman who had a near death experience back in 50's. but what makes me scarred about it is that she had seen the Tsunami incident a month before it happened describing it as a huge tidal wave that will hit the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;may it be a prophecy or not, the fact is, we are living in a more drastic world now - where earthquakes, hurricanes and tsunamis occurs only in a matter of months and not years. the probable cause? our own actions, doings... beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we create more chaos than peace. we lie more and pray less. we don't even listen to the sunday mass. if i was God, i would even bother looking after this world. No wonder HE is letting this happen to us - ungrateful people of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for those who had the time to read this : &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE PRAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112943296309816670?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112943296309816670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112943296309816670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112943296309816670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112943296309816670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/10/earth-catastrophes.html' title='Earth Catastrophes'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112904290559562733</id><published>2005-10-11T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:01:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY SHOUT OUTS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im tired of adjusting with what my friends like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im tired of doing everything when in fact it should be done by group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im tired of playing "yes sir/mam i understood what you taught" when in fact i have not understood a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im tired of flippin my management book pretending to having know it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and im tired of saying IM TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when would THESE stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or when would I stop doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there are times where i dont know whether i am the one wrong or they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its just that, i hate pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and it just so happens that in life, you have to do that just to satisfy other people - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cause you have no other choice but to do so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;like satisfying what my hrm prof's taste buds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112904290559562733?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112904290559562733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112904290559562733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112904290559562733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112904290559562733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/10/finals.html' title='FINALS'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112722481982996301</id><published>2005-09-20T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:00:53.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate procrastinating but there are situations where i just can't avoid it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kahit na lagi ko pang sinasabi ko sa ibang tao na &lt;em&gt;"kaya hindi umaasenso Pilipinas e, kce ang mga tao pro lang reklamo"&lt;/em&gt; well, hell with that when you let me wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, do I really have to wait for hours before i can go home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;True, I can't go and commute all by myself but i can't freakin stay with that situation FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When would they let me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and when would i STOP waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i have a load of projects to make and a bag full of notes to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so this procrastination needs to STOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112722481982996301?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112722481982996301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112722481982996301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112722481982996301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112722481982996301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/09/procrastination.html' title='procrastination'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112532309894503888</id><published>2005-08-29T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:45:03.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had another hole in my left ear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i had another piercing in my left ear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the other ones i am talking about are those two i had since i was a child - the ones, we normaly place our earings with)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it would be non-sense talking how the hell i felt being pirched by a gun so i'll leave that as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so what's up with my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, besides having anonymous callers, unconnected friendster messangers and mysterious texters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh GOD, i live a very scarry life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have no idea where those freakin &lt;em&gt;skwateric&lt;/em&gt; people came from but one thing i can guarantee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;they are freakin scarry... and gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. They are pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. They kept on passing on my no. to their friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. They are just so.... argh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nyah. Anyway, atleast may karamay ako.. c ka-te! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kahit papaano may buhay pa rin naman ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marami akong katangahang nagawa at mayroon ding kadalubhasaan &lt;em&gt;(oh dba?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marami akong pinasa iypn nga lang kasing rami rin ng binagsak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kahit na madalas napapaisip ako tungkol sa buhay ko at kung san ang patutunguhan nito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kahit na karaniwan na sa pangaraw-araw na pamumuhay ko ang pagkwestyon sa dahilan ng pagtagal ko sa sitwasyon ko ngayon lalo na sa pamantasan na pinapasukan ko,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kahit na ang dami kong reklamo sa mundong ito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Masaya pa naman ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Totoo, madalas akong magreklamo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Totoo, napakaling impluwesya sa akin ng pagkakaroon ng estado sa pamayanan na ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Totoo, ang dalas kong mangmaliit ng tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Totoo na kahit inis ako sa mga conyo may mga panahon na nabibilang rin ako sa mga iyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang importante nakikita ko sa akin iyon at hindi ko hinahayaang manatili ako sa pagiging ganoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang importante sa dulo... nakakamit ko pa rin ang pakiramdam ng kasiyahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang pagngiti, pagtawa, at paghalakhak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dahil sa lahat ng bagay, iyon ang nakakapagpakumpleto ng ating araw. linggo. buwan at taon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112532309894503888?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112532309894503888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112532309894503888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112532309894503888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112532309894503888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-had-another-hole-in-my-left-ear.html' title='i had another hole in my left ear'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112497061699375121</id><published>2005-08-25T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:50:17.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;whats up with FRIENDSTER?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;why the hell are 34 persons messaging me and asking me to be their friend?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i am not even connected to their account!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one is even a taiwanese and asking me "what's up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am aware of my account being open for the public to access, but why all of a sudden..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;did all those people find it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;was my account on display on its home page?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arghhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112497061699375121?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112497061699375121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112497061699375121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112497061699375121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112497061699375121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/08/friendster.html' title='Friendster'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112418773981509489</id><published>2005-08-16T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:38:49.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven things in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things that scare you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Roaches! Grrr! bat ba binuhay pa yan dto sa mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Mice! May it be black or white, big or small! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Failing in anything more so, on my courses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Losing people i care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Inhumane Suffering (of any kind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Being trapped (again, of any kind - like being set up for something that you&lt;br /&gt;have no choice but be drawn into it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you like the most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. My SuperFriends! (kberks + blockfriends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. My Incredibly Comfy Uratex Bed (which doesn't make my back ache!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. The Idea of Unlimited Calls &amp; Text (they made things cheaper! plus&lt;br /&gt;cellphone service was not "monopolized" by either smart or globe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Sleeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Savoring the taste of the ultimate dessert.. McFlurry! khet na bumabagyo &lt;em&gt;pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven important things in your room:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Ang Dakila kong Kama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. School Requirements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Journal (well, not updated, but it kept me aware of the things i have done before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. HS stuffs (for memories' sake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. My Magazines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Clothes (how can i get out without those?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven random facts about you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. It would take overpowering me in able for a person to impress me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I NEVER get satisfied in any thing i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. I hated having breast then (no wonder i have none now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Most of the time, i end up being friends with people i initially hated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Im really interested with history.. i actually wanted to be a acheologist then!&lt;br /&gt;(after realizing that a scientist does not actually do a lot of mixing colored substances)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I like to try everything (well, except those that would risk my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. I really hate those who crave for attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Be succesful in my career (or atleast something related to it but im still not closing the idea of ending up into something totally unrelated to what i am studying now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Raise a Good &amp;amp; Loving Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Have a house built on a design of my preference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Save a good sum of MONEY!MONEY!MONEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Buy a land near the beach and build a beach house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Travel the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Share my knowledge to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you can do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bake!&lt;br /&gt;2. Guess exam answers correctly&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch TV all day without standing&lt;br /&gt;4. Draft different designs of letters&lt;br /&gt;5. Keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;6. Hold my feelings&lt;br /&gt;7. Play dumb when when i want to avoid something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you can't do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Commute alone&lt;br /&gt;2. Roll my tongue&lt;br /&gt;3. Lie at my parents&lt;br /&gt;4. Not get pissed when things don't happen the way i expected it to be&lt;br /&gt;5. Be annoyed at those wanting to be "conyo" (conyos iare annoying, those wanting to be are worst!)&lt;br /&gt;6. To like / Be friends with users, posers.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sing &amp;amp; dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NIce Get up + Good Looks (cyempre para mapansin mo db?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Confidence&lt;br /&gt;3. Personality&lt;br /&gt;4. Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;5. A good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;6. Has the same interests as mine&lt;br /&gt;7. Humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you say the most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ewww..&lt;br /&gt;2. Nyek!&lt;br /&gt;3. Goodness&lt;br /&gt;4. Shocks&lt;br /&gt;5. F*%k&lt;br /&gt;6. Wahh!&lt;br /&gt;7. Hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven celeb crushes (whether local or foreign)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Milo Ventimiglia&lt;br /&gt;2. Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;3. Talan (from Laguna Beach)&lt;br /&gt;4. the child version of Cholo at Stairway&lt;br /&gt;5. Chad Michael Murray&lt;br /&gt;6. Ben Mckinze&lt;br /&gt;7. Kyan Douglas (khet na bakla cya!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven people you want to see to take this quiz:&lt;/strong&gt; - Lhat ng makakabasa nito.. sagutan niyo din!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112418773981509489?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112418773981509489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112418773981509489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112418773981509489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112418773981509489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/08/seven-things-in-me.html' title='Seven things in me'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112394960433270661</id><published>2005-08-13T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:13:24.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no blog for weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;having something lost made me realize how valuable it is in my daily living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;last Aug.1 (where the first heavy rain of this year poured), our laptop was stolen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, i really wished that - that freakin guy who stole it would die benefiting from it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really hope that after selling it, that money he supposedly "earned" would also be stolen from him in a more harsh way like a gun would be triggered on his brain which would cause his brain to spurge out in pieces! OR, have him earn 20 stabs in the chest causing not only loss of blood but 12 broken ribs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;having that happened, i wasn't able to go online for days. what was worst was all our pictures were in there! birthday, swimming, xmas, new year... all our events we stored in there.. and having that thing gone, so did our "memories". (nyak ang drama! pro totoo naman ha! d na ulet mangyayari ung mga un!) plus, all my documents were also in there : my research datas etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what was worst was, it made me come to thinking that i am not even secure of our own home. minor stuff could be accepted (such us side mirrors of cars - ayt, it was parked outside) but something placed in our own living room?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to make u imagine how he made it, he took out one of the mirror of our window then made a whole out of the wire covering. if u have been to our house and have observed well how it looks like inside out, you would know that there's no other possible way of going into that side unless that person came from the house of our neighbor (which is just what? a meter away from our bakod? and has a house built higher that ours? - our street is slanted down btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;who ever that guy, oh i wish he may die in a very scornful way! something that would make him guilty of all the things he have done or worst the possibility of going into heaven! *evil laugh* (oh God, i might be the one getting that from all these thoughts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112394960433270661?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112394960433270661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112394960433270661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112394960433270661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112394960433270661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-blog-for-weeks.html' title='no blog for weeks'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112255639974039030</id><published>2005-07-28T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:13:34.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and yet another quiz day..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#e1e1e1;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/shortestpersonalitytest/yellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are happy, driven, and status conscious.You want everyone to know how successful you are.Very logical, you see life as a game of strategy.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a loner, you prefer to depend on yourself.You always keep your cool and your composure.You are a born leader and business person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#c6e2ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You are both very knowledgeable and creative.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Power Color Is Indigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/indigo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on a fast track to success - and others believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You require a lot of attention and praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see people as how you want them to be, not as how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dramatic flair makes others see you as mysterious and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does This Work Into My Future Plans?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/peoplesee/serious.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/careerquiz/artistic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor&lt;br /&gt;Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer&lt;br /&gt;Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#c6e2ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always tactful and diplomatic. You let people down gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..'wala lang' questions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Buong pangalan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bulanadi, Joanni Marie Benedicto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Anong nararamdaman mo ngayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Bakit yun ang nararamdaman mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;malay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Saan mo gusto pumunta ngayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at My BED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Kung may yayakapin ka ngayon ano o sino yun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comforter!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Kung may chance kang bumuhay ng isangtaong patay na, sino yun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nida Blanca. Para matapos na ung tanong kung sino ba talga pumatay sa kanya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Anong kanta ang lagi mong kinakanta pag nasa banyo ka?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maling Akala formerly by Eheads and revived by Brownman Revival&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Sinong katabi mo ngayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;an invisible guy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Kung papipiliin ka, sino pipiliin mo: mahal mo nadi ka mahal, o mahal ka na di mo mahal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wala. maghahanap ako ng iba. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sinong gusto mong makausap ngayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ang sarili ko para maintindihan ko mga ginagawa at iniisip ko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Kung hindi ka ikaw ngayon, sino ka?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song-Hye Kyo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Ano pinakamalungkot na nangyari sa'yo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the world seemed to evolve against me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Anong kanta ang gusto mong i-play pag namatay ka na?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wah! don't let me think about death!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Kung bibigyan mo yung mahal mo ng bulaklak,ano yun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wala. cya magbigay sa akin! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Anong talent mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;analyzing other people's attitude. imagining creative ideas. working a craft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Ma-pride ka bang tao?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uhuh. but i know how to let myself down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Anong isang bagay na gusto mong makuhangayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;isa lang? can't do that. adidas bag, SEk750i, nike presto watch (ung white), notebook, a single bed.. and so on..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Sinong artista ang kinalolokohan mo ngayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would love to be Song-Hye Kyo! as well as Jojo! they're both pretty and talented!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Sino ang kinakainisan mo ngayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, none. in the future.. i dunno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Anong pelikula ang gusto mong panoorin ngayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Team America&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Kung bida ka sa isang pelikula, sino gustomong leading man/lady mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan Gosling (the notebook guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Kung di mo pangalan ang pangalan mongayon, ano ang pangalan mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sway? nd Joanni pren! ako lng ata mron nme na ganito dto sa Pinas eh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Kung may gusto kang balikan sa nakaraan mo,ano yun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;things i have done which i regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Masaya ba ang kwento ng buhay mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a way.. yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Kung papayagan kang pumatay ngayon, sinoang papatayin mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mga obssessed sa power na politicians! lahat cla!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Sino ang pinakaimportanteng tao ngayon sabuhay mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family &amp; Friends. we are social beings. we need other people in able to survive. all those i love and live with are important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Ano ang pinaka-pangarap mong maging nungbata ka pa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;scientist. (i love seing colorful chemicals that would eventually explode)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Kung singer ka, sinong singer ang gusto mongmaka-duet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam Levine of Maroon5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Sa tingin mo, bakit kailangang magmahal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make us feel balanced? ewan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Isang pelikula na talagang iniyakan mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Windstruck! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Ano ang pinaka-ayaw mong ugali ng isang tao?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;social climber.. or feeling popular much more plastic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Anong theme song ng buhay mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ewan ko.. nde pa tapos eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Kung pwede mong i-rewind ang oras, saan ka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th Yr HS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Kaya mo bang pakawalan ang taong mahal mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uhuh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Anong gusto mong mangyari sa future mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for it to go the way i wanted to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Kung bibigyan ka ng powers, anong gusto mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instanly influencing other people of ur idea. parang, i'll do some magic stuff to make them agree with me!pra lagi akong panalo sa discussions!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Sino ang pinaka-kontrabida sa buhay mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meron b? ah! wait. my gs classmate who made us go to OSA! GOD, HATE HER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Kung may babaguhin ka sa mundo, ano yun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tendencies of people : choosing looks over capability /suferciality over substance; popular over typical; money over all things; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112255639974039030?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112255639974039030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112255639974039030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112255639974039030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112255639974039030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-yet-another-quiz-day.html' title='and yet another quiz day..!'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112227260273251499</id><published>2005-07-25T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:23:22.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I made a Quiz for you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050724121759-27970"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take my Quiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/scoreboard.php?quizname=050724121759-27970"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out the Scoreboard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in two weeks time, i'll be shredding my eyebrows again.. or worst my own eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have not studied for &lt;strong&gt;any &lt;/strong&gt;quiz i have taken.. so i do expect the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder why it always comes to me in this part of the year to always fail to study.. or even just pass by my "notes" (like i have one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the only quiz i have perfected so far was in theo - where u'll just have to memorize the goods, happiness and the ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how i wish i had blockmates who actually study.. for me to be actually motivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;isipin mo na lang, ang hirap mag-aral kung lahat ng kasama mo nagchichikahan at naglalaro ng pusoy sa classroom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hai.. buhay nga naman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112227260273251499?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112227260273251499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112227260273251499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112227260273251499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112227260273251499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/07/holiday.html' title='holiday'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112212325230344120</id><published>2005-07-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:54:12.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;why do i want to buy everything i see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and when i don't.. i usually feel bad about it rather tha good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GOD, i really can't comprehend myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112212325230344120?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112212325230344120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112212325230344120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112212325230344120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112212325230344120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112161636002862178</id><published>2005-07-17T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:06:22.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;view my &lt;a href="http://iamjoanni.multiply.com."&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;multiply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see the "my-post-bday-celebpration-but-actually-not" pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112161636002862178?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112161636002862178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112161636002862178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112161636002862178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112161636002862178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/07/invitation.html' title='invitation'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112108847326972993</id><published>2005-07-11T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:27:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBSB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Boyfriend Since Birth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a.k.a NBSB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, im part of the society, and as others may whine about being one, im actually proud of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's not that i don't want to have a boyfriend forever - its the feeling of satistifaction that i can feel secure and stable without one..rather, that i can survive with none!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i may feel some insecuries or sometimes think that im unappreciated, but duh, its not like i'm going to die without having those.. or even if i am, it just feels weird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my tendency is - avoiding that situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe that's my end (&lt;em&gt;moraltheo def. &lt;/em&gt;where an action tends) or maybe that's literally my end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am so weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, i can't even comprehend my own self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;**i got to think about this whole NBSB situation after reading the book by Claire Betita - if your also in this "situation", try reading it, it will actually make you look at things at a better perspective**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112108847326972993?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112108847326972993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112108847326972993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112108847326972993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112108847326972993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/07/nbsb.html' title='NBSB'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-112092206535557928</id><published>2005-07-09T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:14:25.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate my life.. AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;why do i always have to hate my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the way i did things, and the way others does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the way everyone affects my freakin life and the way they freakin mess it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the way others make me feel REALLY REALLY bad and the way they still worsten it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;why the hell do i have to blame other people for my SUCKY life?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate the fact that i cannot do what i wanna do and can't do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate the fact that other people affect me so much with what they do and does not even consider my feelings about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate the REALITY that in our culture, parents, relatives (or can i just say everyone i know) HAS A SAY ON EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just realized.. GOD, I HATE OUR CULTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;they way we show "hospitality" where in we ourselves feels &lt;em&gt;agrabyado &lt;/em&gt;already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the way we change our life just to adjust with other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the way we show our so &lt;em&gt;plastic &lt;/em&gt;nature to let everyone feel appreciated and welcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or maybe this just applies to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;since my mom does theses OH SO uhmm THINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(and the way i hate it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate adjusting for other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate being plastic just to make them feel appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate changing my everyday activities for people i just make "plastic" off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ARGH! i hate this day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or this life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna get out of this house!! wah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-112092206535557928?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/112092206535557928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=112092206535557928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112092206535557928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/112092206535557928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-my-life-again.html' title='i hate my life.. AGAIN'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111988527901795774</id><published>2005-06-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:19:07.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kainis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bakit ba ganoon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;why can't i finish a day with out feeling bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its either it will go good in the morning and awfully bad in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ever since this academic year started, every night-every night, i have to worry what the hell will again go wrong tomorrow in my sucky life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, i have a sucky life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this afternoon, i found out that i am transported into another section in the NSTP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what sucks about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I am with my friends in the first one and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2. God, it was the only way to be connected with the *Chinese Guy*-(who by the way, was supposed to be my groupmate).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a Sucky Sucky Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111988527901795774?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111988527901795774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111988527901795774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111988527901795774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111988527901795774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/06/kainis.html' title='kainis!'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111900176870243057</id><published>2005-06-17T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T17:57:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga bagay-bagay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bat ganoon, lagi na lang, tuwing mga unang linggo ng pasukan, kailangan kong maramdaman na hindi ako para sa course ko o kaya sa eskwelahan na 'to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bakit ba kailangan ko laging magsisi kung bakit HrM ang kinuha ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bat ba hindi muna ako nag-isip kung ano ba talaga gusto ko at kung bagay ba sa akin un.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;una na lang, maliit ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa totoo lng 4'11&amp;amp;1/2 lng talaga height ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(ayan inamin ko na, hindi ako 5ft. leche half an inch nalang kinulang pa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nde ko na ieexplain kung bakit disadvantage un para sa akin. kung binabasa nyo 'to, kayo na lang ang mag-isip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pangalawa, hindi ako madaladal o "ma-PR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ang tanga tanga ko talaga. sa lahat ng bagay na hirap akong idevelop un ung pagiging madaldal. kahit nga sa mga mismong mga kaibigan ko hindi ako sobrang makwento paano pa kaya sa iba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pangatlo, parang nde masaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nde ko alam kung nasa aken lng 'to. pro iba talga dte - ang maria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(hey, kung may taga-maria man na ngbabasa nito i hope ur saying - yeah! hehe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;siguro wala lng talaga akong ka-block na sobrang kasundo ko. ok, don't get me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i like my friends, pro its just not that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean, besides having ur group, there's so much more to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'tska iba paglahat ng tao sa room madaling makasundo. nde tulad ngayon, sobrang nahihirapan akong makarelate sa ibang tao. siguro dahil iba lang talaga hilig nila o hilig ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess i just miss people who i can talk to about whatever i wanna talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or people i can relate to not just about school stuffs but some other stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kaya ako nagsisisi. minsan iniisip ko kung bakit nagsettle nalang kagad ako sa uste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kung bakit ako putakteng hindi nagtest sa DLSU kahit ayaw ko dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kung bakit puro Hrm ang pinaglalagay kong first choice eh pwede namang interior design o kaya architechture. bakit ngayon ko lang naisip na gusto ko pa lng mag-archi?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ang tanga tanga ko talaga. isipin mo naman, dte pa lang ang hilig ko ng gumawa-gawa ng layout ng bahay pero Hrm kinuha ko?! na mahilig ako sa linya kesa sa ano mang freehand? na ayoko ng kahit anong science! at ang corny sa educ! para pang PNU ang uniform!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sana talaga pinagisipan ko muna bago ko ginawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kce naman, bata pa lang ako, sinasabe na sa akin na "ay, Hrm kukunin mo sa college" - only because when i was younger, i enjoyed baking stuffs unlike my cousins. argh! kainis talaga! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;siguro dahil dun, akala ko bagay na sa akin 'un. na un na talaga gusto ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kce una, nde namn nila ako dte pinipilit magluto, pro gusto ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nde ko naisip na hindi lang un ang hilig ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pro siguro kung iba rin 'un mga tao. o kung ano man ang naimagine ko eh ganun na nga,siguro tanggap na tanggap ko 'to ngayon. pero hinde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wala akong makausp tungkol sa OC, o kaya sa Tree Hill (or c jen na wala na rin ngaun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or sa Amazing race or Survivor. wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ung karamihan naman ng pinapanood nila, nde ko pinapanood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kung sana, ganoon kadali baguhin ng natapos na.&lt;br /&gt;o kaya hindi nakapanghihinayang ang panahon at pera.&lt;br /&gt;siguro wala na ako ngayon sa educ.&lt;br /&gt;siguro nakapagshift na ako ngayon sa interior design sa CFAD.&lt;br /&gt;o kaya kahit papaano man lang, naghanap ako ng ibang pwedeng choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ewan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ang alam ko lang ako ay isang dakilang tanga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111900176870243057?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111900176870243057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111900176870243057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111900176870243057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111900176870243057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/06/mga-bagay-bagay.html' title='mga bagay-bagay...'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111849721805630466</id><published>2005-06-11T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:40:18.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.&amp;Mrs. Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, swearing never works for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i SWORE not to watch Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith since i clearly thought that Jen&amp;amp;Brad Pitt is such a perfect couple and Angelina Jolie torn that thought apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/mrandmrssmith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But uHm,, it was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno why. maybe because of Mr. Smith's crazy antics or just two 'hot' creatures killing each other apart, wrecking their perfect home and just end up kissing and uhh,, having sex at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but that was not the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PANOORIN NYO NALANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111849721805630466?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111849721805630466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111849721805630466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111849721805630466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111849721805630466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/06/mrmrs-smith.html' title='Mr.&amp;Mrs. Smith'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111797992589875441</id><published>2005-06-05T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:58:45.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging na walang katapusan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sugardew.com/bloggalicious/quizzies/flower/flowerquiz.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="137" src="http://sugardew.com/bloggalicious/quizzies/flower/rose.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what's your inner flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugardew.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffaed7;"&gt;[c] sugardew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugardew.com/bloggalicious/quizzies/pocky/pockyquiz.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://sugardew.com/bloggalicious/quizzies/pocky/choco.gif" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what flavor pocky are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugardew.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffaed7;"&gt;[c] sugardew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111797992589875441?l=iamjoanni.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-11619276.post-111762990011189284</id><published>2005-06-01T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:45:00.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misinterpreted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont wanna be misinterpreted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if i am being friendly, it just means that i feel that ur not fitting in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if i am being jolly, it means that i feel ur feeling lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i only do things 'extra' when i feel that it is needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;naturally, i am dull. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tahimik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;NR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at walang pakialam sa mga hindi ko kakilala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but when people are doing the same thing as i do, I DO THE OPPOSITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno, its me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if people who are naturally extra friendly are not being one, i am the one who does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if people who are naturally jolly, are being sad, I HAVE TO BE THE ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a part of it maybe because i feel that everyone has to have a consolation. its unfair to let a loner be a loner forever or an unfit individual be unfit for the rest of his/her life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just like being &lt;strong&gt;uncommon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(if there is such a word)&lt;/em&gt;. baka nga ganoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i like to defy what other people do, cause i dont wanna be like other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know if people notice this to be me. pro totoo 'to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;many times, when i console other people of being left out, later, i am the one who ends up being left out by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;.............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111762990011189284?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111762990011189284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111762990011189284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111762990011189284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111762990011189284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/06/misinterpreted.html' title='misinterpreted.'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111753099938522102</id><published>2005-05-31T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:16:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasukan nanaman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bat gnon, pag malapit ng magpasukan prang kinakain lagi oras mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;prang bawat segundo, minuto, oras, ang bilis mawala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nakakainis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayaw ko ng ganitong feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;parang may gusto kang hawakan pero nde mo laging naabutan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and bilis mawala. biglaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ouh dba parang kanta ng 6cyclemind (na may vocalist na mahilig sa jersey pants - or kung ano mang tawag dun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayaw ko pang pumasok. ayaw kong gumising na maaga. at ayaw ko pang magenroll sa friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.............................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;may bago pla akong telepono. nde na tlga bago kce mga 2 linggo n sken un. pro bago pren dhel bago. hai ang labo. n3230 khet ayaw ko tlga ng nokia. walang kwenta kce smart.. ang limited ng inooffer na models. eh libre ng un sa account ng mama ko. kya un. mas masaya cguro ko kung motorola nkuha ko. kso ung motorola dun ung e398(dream phone ko dte) eh sbrang tlgal ng renlease un. kya yaw ko na nun. tpos motorazor nman magaadd pa.. kya nokia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111753099938522102?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111753099938522102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111753099938522102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111753099938522102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111753099938522102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/05/pasukan-nanaman.html' title='pasukan nanaman'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111736895806471461</id><published>2005-05-29T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T20:15:58.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pagod.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bakit ba halos lahat ng bakla gwapo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bakit ung mga magagaling magdala ng damit, mga malilinis sa katawan at mga may itsura kailangan maging bading?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bakit hindi nalang ung mga panget ang naging mga bakla?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nag-proctor ako kanina at kahapon rin pla sa mga magttake ng local nursing exam this june, sa totoo lng, lahat ng nakikita ko sanang may potential, mga bading. sayang. ung mga patapon ang itsura, un ung lalaki. kaya nawawalan ng mga magaganda at gwapong lahi ang mundong ito eh... ung mga karapatdapat na magkaroon ng anak, bading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pagod ako at ang sakit ren ng legs ko.. dahil nagtrabaho ako. ang saklap pag kailangan mong pagtrabahuan ang pera. nakakapagod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111736895806471461?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111736895806471461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111736895806471461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111736895806471461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111736895806471461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/05/pagod.html' title='pagod.'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111678081153622903</id><published>2005-05-23T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:53:31.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have another addiction : Harvest Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i played it at PS1 before - got used to it and over it - now, its back (only now in VisualBoyAdvance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if u have no idea of what the heck im talking about, try google-ing it. or better, try playing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its like sims but in a different way. u'll have a farm which u'll have to handle in able to earn. u can get married to a girl of ur choice (there is only boy char). u can celebrate with their festivities.. and etc. and u can also have a child pala! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what made this better (compare to sims) was u can get around town anytime u want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;basta try it na lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tag&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.ph/imgres?imgurl=http://www.pjrpg.com/screenshots/gba/Harvest%2520Moon%2520friends%2520of%2520mineral%2520town.gif&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.pjrpg.com/roms/game-87.html&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=160&amp;w=240&amp;amp;sz=20&amp;tbnid=hAPqLPwKvo8J:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=69&amp;tbnw=104&amp;amp;hl=tl&amp;start=10&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DHarvest%2BMoon%2Bfriends%2Bof%2Bmineral%2Btown%26hl%3Dtl%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111678081153622903?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111678081153622903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111678081153622903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111678081153622903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111678081153622903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/05/harvest-moon.html' title='Harvest Moon'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111625280838310625</id><published>2005-05-16T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:13:28.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survivor palau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom was the SOLE Survivor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ganoon pa man... i still CRUSH Ian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/wanniB/ian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at naiinggit ako kay katie. pinaiyak nya c ian. (nde ako naiinggit sa kanya dhel pinaiyak nya ha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;naiinggit ako dahil they are rumored to be together(allegedly dhel sa pagiyak ni ian)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kaso nga lang, ian is thinner than a girl. maspayat pa cya kay katie. Crush ko pa ren cya! haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (mas ok payat sa mataba)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111625280838310625?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111625280838310625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111625280838310625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111625280838310625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111625280838310625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/05/survivor-palau.html' title='survivor palau'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111621549041484430</id><published>2005-05-16T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:51:30.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if Filipinos only work with what they have and achieve more with it, i bet we would be a third world country no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but no, instead of working, we are complaining. instead of doing something, we are depending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why do we always have to say something on everything?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;from how the president &amp; her family lives their lives to who should represent our country on the seagames (amateurs or pros). &lt;em&gt;it made me curious kung bakit laging may kontra. &lt;/em&gt;if before we are complaining why the hell we can't send pros, now they are complaining on why we are sending pros while others aren't. they can't seem to get enough of arguing. &lt;em&gt;prang kailangan laging meron. pag walang pinag-aawayan, hindi pwede 'un, gagawa kami.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;no wonder we got left living in the 60's while others progressed to the 21st century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Korea, who used to be inspired with the kind of living we used to have got beyond with what we have. just look at the kind of movie production they have 'ala' hollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;is this the difference of being a democratic country from a communist?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't get me wrong, i have no intentions nor dreams in being in one communist country where u share and do what everybody does, but how come these countries got citizens who actually love where they came from and currently living in?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how come Filipinos can't have that kind of appreciation with their country?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this would probably come out: "cno namang mag-aapreciate ng isang bansa na puro corrupt and officials?", "na walang ibang ginawa kung hindi magtaas ng presyo ng mga produkto?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i would say this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh kung may ginagwa ka kaya pra hindi lang makakatulong sayo kundi pati na rin sa ginagalawan mo. kung nagtatrabaho kaya ang karamihan ng tao kaysa sa pag-iinuman sa kanto. kung imbis na pinaglilimus ang mga bata ng mga walang kwentang mga magulang nila ay binibigyan ng panohan na pag-aralin 'ung mga 'un. kung imbis na pagnanakaw ay naghahanap sila ng ibang paraan ng pagkakaitaan. kung ang mga artista na ito na walang ibang ginawa kung hindi i-promote ang kandidato nilang artista din ay ginagamit and impluwensya nila sa mas kapakipakinabang na paraan ng pagmumulat ng mga mata ng masa kung gaano kaimportante ang pag-aaral at hindi responsibilidad ng gobyerno ang pagpapakain sa kanila. na imbis na kung ano-ano ang inisponsor nila na mga sporting event, eh magtulong-tulong kaya sila na gumawa ng isang bagay na hindi lang sila ang makikinabang. kung sana naiisip ng mga maimpluwensyang tao na ito na karamihan sa mga nakatira dito ay naiimpluwensyahan nila - hindi lamang ang mga kapwa nila artista. na imbis na pagukulan nila ng broadcast time ang mga sexvideos ng mga "allegidly gay guys" (na sa totoo lang eh matagal na naming alam na bakla), eh gamitin kaya nila sa may kakwenta-kwentang info.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it may make you curious why the hell i have not addressed these many successful business men. why? GOD, it will take their business to brake apart before those would even consider lending some part of their billions. and politicians? people voted for them. if u freakin' know that he is corrupt and is spending ur supposed to be fortunes to his mistresses, the why the hell are u voting for him - or why the majority is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;none the less, we all have to do something.. starting with appreciating what we have and improving with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111621549041484430?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111621549041484430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111621549041484430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111621549041484430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111621549041484430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-country.html' title='this country'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111590933075227843</id><published>2005-05-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:49:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"    style="font-family:serif;font-size:12pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ff9fd2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffa6d9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffacdf;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffb3e6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffb9ec;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffbff2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffc6f9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Prophet Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/prophet-soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You are a gentle soul, with good intentions toward everyone.Selfless and kind, you have great faith in people.Sometimes this faith can lead to disappoinment in the long run.No matter what, you deal with everything in a calm and balanced way.&lt;br /&gt;You are a good interpreter, very sensitive, intuitive, caring, and gentle.Concerned about the world, you are good at predicting people's feelings.A seeker of wisdom, you are a life long learner looking for purpose and meaning.You are a great thinker and communicator, but not necessarily a doer.&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Star Soul&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111590933075227843?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111590933075227843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111590933075227843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111590933075227843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111590933075227843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/05/blogthings.html' title='blogthings'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111590558656063311</id><published>2005-05-12T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:46:26.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was thinking...&lt;em&gt;"what could have made Michael Jackson a child molester?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nanghihinayang kasi ko cause he has such a great talent and he seems to be a nice person also,, all of that, means nothing to anybody now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what girls &lt;em&gt;and even guys&lt;/em&gt; used to scream &amp; cry about before, is just a mere joke of everybody now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;he is really GUILTY? or these people are just up for his money(which i believe is all gone now)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i pity him in both ways anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;no. i ain't no Jacko fan, but im in awe with his talent. who else has the voice &amp; the moves all in one? and take note: he can perform simultaneously for hours and maintain the quality of his performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we were watching in dvd his concert in Europe last night, nagtataka kame kung bakit prang hindi siya napapagod. and even if he does, he still sang and danced just like his first song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i makes me curious on what made him, what he is now. what could have happened to him..that he was never satisfied with his looks and all that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; btw, what do u think of my new layout? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111590558656063311?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111590558656063311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111590558656063311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111590558656063311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111590558656063311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/05/jacko.html' title='Jacko'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111569992599935123</id><published>2005-05-10T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T12:46:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superficial world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i read my previous post regarding bondoc (finding out that she was able to read it and most likely her ka-on too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm quoting it here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, anyway, i found Bondz bestfriend's blog. and uh, she hates jhann as much as i believe i do. so unfortunate for bondoc.. dhel walang sumusuporta sa babeh nya. (and for those who do, uh, like, ok, i dont wanna say anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought about it.. and no i do not hate jhann(how could i hate a person i do not even know?). i just don't like her &lt;strong&gt;effect&lt;/strong&gt; on bondoc. i mean, if she really cares for her then she should put her in a position where she'll have a future(everybody has a future but not all are good).. dba? before she came joan was in a bad position when she came it became worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe na kay bondoc na talaga un. i dunno.. i am no one to know anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;napagisip tuloy ako. bakit ko kaya gustong-gusto malagay si bondoc in such a fine life? true, kabarkada ko cya, pro i am no phy, ... nor everyone who i believe she is extremely close to.. who spends most of their time with her. bakit kaya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;isa pa, why do i speak of her so much in this blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i live in the" stepford's wives" world. where everything &amp;amp; everyone act like whatever they should be. but the truth is, i am just blind. and the world i am living in is just superficial. no body is as perfect as we all thought could be. in one way or another we have a black spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;even if i want my world to be as good as i can imagine.. i could not since i could not control people as much as i cannot control what may happen to me. the truth is we cannot take hold of what can happen tommorow...or what other people can do that would take part in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i'll just have to stick with the saying that "everything happens for a reason".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if something bad happens, it is for us to learn. if it is something good, it is a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*i hope people who cares for me read this blog..since i really find it hard to express myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111569992599935123?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111569992599935123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111569992599935123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111569992599935123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111569992599935123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/05/superficial-world.html' title='superficial world'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111537502757034196</id><published>2005-05-06T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:26:42.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;since wala akong magawa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynrelements/wood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Element is Wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your power colors: green and brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: generative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your season: spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a tree, you are always growing and changing.&lt;br /&gt;And while your life is dynamic, you are firmly grounded.&lt;br /&gt;You have high morals and great confidence in yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;You have a wide set of interests, and you make for intersting company.&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatelementareyouquiz"&gt;What Element Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your personality love style?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from: QUIZBOX.COM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is the analysis:You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of personality do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test79.aspx"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test79.aspx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;Kind and GentleYour kindness is your charm - you are also gentle and sweet. Everybody likes to be around people with your personality. Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as confident. You look mature and people respect you. People with this kind of character are few and far between.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your Aura is Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your Personality: Self-confident and stunning, you live in the now! You love life and experience all it has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You in Love: You're a bit private and have trouble opening up. You need a secure guy who can deal with your independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Career: Your ideal job gives you a ton of control and concrete results. Consider being a chef, surgeon, or architect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;totoo ba 'tong mga 'to?! hahaha... atleast i had something to do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/aura/red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11619276-111537502757034196?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111537502757034196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111537502757034196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111537502757034196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111537502757034196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/05/quizzes.html' title='quizzes'/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</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-11619276.post-111526639330256227</id><published>2005-05-05T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:22:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do I really think more like a male?! i reviewed the questions for like 5 times... and the male percentage is always dominant. the first one even said that i have a total boy brain! huh?! i don't think this thingy is acurate compare to that of the birthdate stuff. i guess its the misconception that boys are the insensitive one (which i am), the one who does not easily gets affected by other people's problem and so on (which i am again unless those people get me involed - which i hate). i don't like being involved. i always liked to be neutral. ung hindi kinaiinisan. ewan ko kung baket. pro ganun ako... i really hate the feeling when i know somebody hates me. hindi naman maiiwasan na minsan may mainis sken pro i dont want them to hate-hate me. ahhhgghhh.. ewan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are 22 Years Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000cc;"&gt;22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/11619276-111526639330256227?l=iamjoanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/feeds/111526639330256227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11619276&amp;postID=111526639330256227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111526639330256227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11619276/posts/default/111526639330256227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjoanni.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-brain-is-46.html' title=''/><author><name>wani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778072477785414854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
