<?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-11696526</id><updated>2011-12-29T04:35:01.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life is sooo emo</title><subtitle type='html'>details details.. who needs 'em?! let's just enjoy everything that god has given us and let us all be happy! =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone called me a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slut&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br/&gt;this gave me time to think about everything i have been doing.&lt;br/&gt;i am liberal, yes. however i cannot imagine myself being a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slut&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br/&gt;i am not a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slut&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br/&gt;however, that's what he told me.&lt;br/&gt;he barely even knows me. &lt;br/&gt;one day spent with him,&lt;br/&gt;one second to judge me.&lt;br/&gt;i am not a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slut&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br/&gt;criticism is just mean.. and plain dumb.&lt;br/&gt;but he did. &lt;br/&gt;criticize, label, classify and discriminate. &lt;br/&gt;you're rude. &lt;br/&gt;now i'm torn.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-116922778999963631?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/116922778999963631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=116922778999963631&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/116922778999963631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/116922778999963631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2007/01/someone-called-me-slut_19.html' title='someone called me a slut'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-116126900441143044</id><published>2006-10-19T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:43:24.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a bastard and i deserve to die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"people like you make individuals like me all the more jaded and give this whole-gay-falling-in-and-out love all fucked up. thanks for messing with my mind"&lt;br/&gt;and yeah.. i know i'm shit.. coz i feel so.. a fucking liar.. and i had to mess your life too.. i'm very sorry. no... sorry doesn't even pass for a wird that could let me be forgiven. i can never be forgiven for what i did.. i know i'm audacious.. and it's my fault.. i had to set everything right once and for all.. and feelings hurt isn't something that i can prevent.. it has alot to do in making everything right.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"you think i'm just someone who could play with?"&lt;br/&gt;i never wanted to.. i never intended to.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"you could have been honest that you are dating others"&lt;br/&gt;and i thought it would only hurt you if i did.. but now it's worse.. now i wonder, why i couldn't do such a simple task..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;" i more than hate you right now"&lt;br/&gt;hating me won't do the trick.. you could kill me if you ant to.. just so i can make it up to you.. but here's something i want to tell you.. i really liked you. i made every second count.. coz you weren't really there. i never had time that i could spend with you and you didn't too.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i had to think. i had to choose. my choice involved someone getting hurt because of my audacity, infidelity, and dishonesty.. it involved you.. but that was my dilemma... i couldn't go on lying so that i couldn't hurt you.. i had to do it..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i'm sorry.. i am shit.. i'm a bastard.. i'm the worst... and i'll change.. this i promise.. it's the only thing that i can do to make it up to you.. to be a better person..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i liked you. i never lied about that. but it just so happens that i've fallen for someone else.. and with that person.. i know i can do it..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;we'll learn from this. i will. i'm sorry. i don;t need to be forgiven.. have a nice life..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*i'm a bastard.. now everyone can hate me. it's alright.. i deserve it..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-116126900441143044?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115928241490949058</id><published>2006-09-26T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:53:35.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we"?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;there was never a "we."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;you and me - that's what we were.. &lt;br/&gt;just two separate people who by fate, destiny, or whatever bullshit, crossed paths, faced life together, and for a while it was beautiful.&lt;br/&gt;when it was time to step up, we chose to walk away from it all, &lt;br/&gt;unscathed yes, yet empty because of the fact that neither was willing to fight.&lt;br/&gt;so there was never a "we". but someday, when i'm brave enough, i'll let you know...&lt;br/&gt;you were everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p 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title='we'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115786976899657405</id><published>2006-09-10T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:29:29.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a concurrent bisexual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took this test awhile back. hehe. :P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Multidimensional Scale of Sexuality&lt;/h2&gt;According to my answers, it is likely that I identify as &lt;big style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Concurrent bisexual &lt;/big&gt;&lt;font size="2" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(whatever that is)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;big style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/big&gt;or equally,&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Homosexual with some heterosexuality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Concurrent bisexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Homosexual with some heterosexuality: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Heterosexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Heterosexual with some homosexuality: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Past heterosexual, currently homosexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sequential bisexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Homosexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Past homosexual, currently heterosexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Asexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Information The Multidimensional Scale of Sexuality was devised by Larry Kurdek, B. Berkey and T. Perelman-Hall. It is an extension of the Klein Sexual Orientation Grid, recognising that sexual identities can change over time, people can identify with more than one sexual identity, and that asexuality is a valid sexual identity. The Multidimensional Scale of Sexuality was published in the &lt;i&gt;"Journal of Homosexuality"&lt;/i&gt; in 1990.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/multidimensional.php" target="_blank"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115786976899657405?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115786976899657405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115786976899657405&amp;isPopup=true' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115786976899657405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115786976899657405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/09/concurrent-bisexual.html' title='a concurrent bisexual'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115757345489800006</id><published>2006-09-07T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T04:10:55.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;earlier this morning i went to school and got myself enrolled fro the 2nd term of school. upon lining up, this rain suddenly poured like there was no tomorrow and it went on for like an hour? or more.. so, being the vein god that i am i wauted til the rain stopped. when the rain stopped, i was like, "ayan wala ng ulan, pwede na ko pumunta s astarbucks." but when i was already at southgata, the main gate of my school something blew me over. BAHA SA VITO CRUZ! and i think it was already knee deep when i got there so i waited yet gain for the flood to subside. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;anyway, i was supposed to meet my friend at starbucks that time. but unfortunately we didn't get to to that coz he was too tired too wake up. so when i called him up i just asked to cancel our little meeting. and then for some stroke of luck, i found my online buddy at school. haha. coincidence. nice. we didn't even plan for anything. it was like a let's-go-have-an-eyeballdate-sine-we're-already-here kind of thing. so there. we went to the office for awhile and sured the net then we went to rob manila. we saw the movie wicker man. wikerman=total what?? the movie was so boring i think i even fell asleep. so there. haay.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;my mom bought me a yellow shirt with three cute monkeys printed on it from ukay². cute shirt! yey!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115757345489800006?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115757345489800006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115757345489800006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115757345489800006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115757345489800006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115748050860395768</id><published>2006-09-06T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T03:22:50.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laying it all out</title><content type='html'>gaa. it's been forever since i last had something to post here. i've been to lazy to think of anything to write. sheesh. anyway, whatever, now that my boredom has totally taken its tol on me. i'ma gonna fight. haha. i'ma gonna fight. funny expression. if people question what has happened in the past few days. well here are a few minor details. i'ma lay it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i met ron.&lt;/span&gt; i met him in &lt;a href="http://www.guys4men.com"&gt;g4m&lt;/a&gt; a site for people like me. the guy is funny and all the more exciting to chat with. oh, and he is so damn cute too. you should read his blog coz he's is really good in writing. i dunno. there's something about the continuity of his posts that makes reading it more interesting. you won't get bored i tell you. &lt;a href="http://lastgunslinger.blogs.friendster.com/"&gt;ron's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/ron3.jpg" align="middle" height="200" width="156" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a picture of ron. just to give you an idea&lt;br /&gt;of what he really looks like. cute huh? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got my student's license.&lt;/span&gt; yeap, i have a student's license already. my mom said that i could get my non-pro license after one month. funny. i thought it was supposed to be three months. but i guess things have changed. man, the people there were so "mukang pagod". not only because the system was too shabby to even start with but because of the place was like a friggin desert. it was so hot, i think i even got dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;indefinite separation.&lt;/span&gt; i know this is private but who cares right? if they're gonna do it, i might as well tell the world. me? embarassed? no. i'm just sad. too sad. life is so unfair.. anyway, my parents' had the biggest fight of their lives, and so now the truth is unveiled. my dad no longer loves my mom like wise to my mom. i knew this was coming even before everything else happened. well, i have no more tears to cry out coz i've already been crying for two days straight. and now i must face what else is going to happen. so will this really be a separation? sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g4m account deactivation.&lt;/span&gt; this happened just minutes ago. i could not log in to my most visited site. and when i found out why, it was because the g4m team thought that i was a minor. yes, they were right, i am a minor coz i'm only 17 but i'm turning 18 soon enough. man, it's just two months away. haay. sigh. i miss my g4m friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115748050860395768?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115748050860395768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115748050860395768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115748050860395768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115748050860395768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/09/laying-it-all-out.html' title='laying it all out'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115657981217135698</id><published>2006-08-26T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T16:10:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story. read it. very nice</title><content type='html'>i was bored so i was looking for something to read, unfortunately i already read all the books that i had so i just wen online. to look for something to read. haha. so i found this. got this form someone at g4m. here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived a fourth grader boy who would follow this route to school everyday: He has to cross the rugged &lt;br /&gt;plains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are recklessly driving to and from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once past this highway, the boy would take a short cut, passing by the Church every morning just to say Hi to God, and faithfully say his, "Magandang umaga po" in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being watched by a Priest who was happy to find innocence so uplifting in the&lt;br /&gt;morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamusta, Andoy? Papasok ka na?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Opo padre ... "he would flash his innocent grin, the priest would be touched. He was so concerned that one day he talked to Andoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From school...", he advised "Do not cross the highway, you can pass through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the&lt;br /&gt;road...that way I can see that you are home safe...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you father ... " &lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you go home ... why do you stay in&lt;br /&gt;this church right after school?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to say 'Hi' to my friend, God," and the priest would leave the boy to spend time beside the altar, talking to himself, but the priest was hiding behind the altar to listen to what this boy has to say to his heavenly FATHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat although my seatmate is bullying me for notes... I ate one cracker and drank my water, Itay had a bad season and all I can eat is this cracker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how he feels so I gave my last cracker to him ... funny but I am not that hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Look, this is my last pair of slippers ...I may have to walk barefoot next week, you see this is about to be broken... but it is okay....at least I am&lt;br /&gt;still going to school.... Some say we will have a hard season this month, some of my classmates have already stopped going to school .... please help them get to school again, please God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh, you know, Inay hit me again, it is painful, but I know this pain will pass away, at least I still have a mother.... God, you want to see my&lt;br /&gt;bruises? I know you can heal them.... Here... here and .... oh ...blood ...I guess you knew about this one huh? Please don't be mad at Inay, she is&lt;br /&gt;just tired and she worries for the food in our table and my schooling that is why she hits us....Oh, I think I am in love ... there's this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita ... do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend! Hey your birthday is two days from now!!! Aren't you &lt;br /&gt;excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have a gift for you ..... but it is a surprise! I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go ..." then he stood up and calls out, "Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my friend .... youcan accompany me to the other side of the road now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails. Father Agaton shares this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen a very pure faith and trust in God, a very positive look at negative situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he could not make it in the Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4 manangs who would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not smile and would always find fault in what you do, they were also very well versed in cursing if you irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his Christmas party,playfully dashed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello God! I ......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal!! Alis!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's Father Agaton? He is supposed to help me cross the street ... and to be able to cross the street I will&lt;br /&gt;have to pass by the back door of this church ...not only that, I have to greet Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a gift right here.... " Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the manang pulled&lt;br /&gt;his shirt and threw him out of the church. "Susmaryosep!!! (does the sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi matatamaan ka!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road in front of the church. He crossed. A fast moving bus came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andoy died on the spot. A lot of people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless young boy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure white shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears... He came and carried&lt;br /&gt;the boy in His arms. He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me sir, are you related to this child? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know this child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, looked up and answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was my best friend .... " was all he said. He took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of the lifeless boy, and placed it near His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was curious ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of the shocking news. He visited the house, and wanted to verify about the man in white. He consulted the &lt;br /&gt;parents of Andoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know that your son died?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man in white brought him here." sobbed the mother. "What did he say?" The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do not know him and yet he was very lonely about our son's death, as if he knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and unexplainable about him. He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He brushed my son's hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead, then he whispered something..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift ... I will see you soon ... you will be with me..." and the father of the boy continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so wonderful ... I cried, but I do not know why....all I know is I&lt;br /&gt;cried tears of joy .... I could not explain it, Father, but when that man left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of love inside ... I could not explain the joy in my heart, I knew my boy is in heaven now but...tell me, Father, who is this man that my son talks to everyday in your church, you should know because you are always there ... except at the time of his death ......"Father Agaton suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trembling knees, he murmurred, " ... He was talking to no one ..... but .. GOD...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love this story, please. pass this on to your friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice huh? i actually see my self in the boy. and yeah, don't believe those old people you see in churches. they're fo in fact the biggest sinners if ya ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115657981217135698?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115657981217135698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115657981217135698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115657981217135698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115657981217135698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/08/story-read-it-very-nice.html' title='a story. read it. very nice'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115644652983262545</id><published>2006-08-25T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T03:08:49.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post of the month. nah!</title><content type='html'>how long has it been? a month? two months? i dunno. i don't keep track of these things anyway. so, there hasn't been alot to talk about since.. oh wait.. mali.. there's a lot pala. hehe. but i'll get to that next time, if i'm not too lazy to type anymore. for now, i'm goin to talk about my newest favorite book. it's from anne rice! the book is "the vampire armand". crap. this is such a nice book i tell you! i think i had teary eyes for like 5 times when i read this book. i think it's 300+ pages. and i finished it in just three days. 3 hours a day. sheesh, what a book worm i've become. lol. it's worth it anyway, so there's no use complaining. i love armand! he's the main protagonist of the book. and ofcourse you can't leave marius, his master. marius has his own book, it's called "Blood and Gold: the story of marius" this i'm reading now. i got it from powerbooks for only 258 bucks. why? they had a sale when i bought it and i totally had no clue when i did. so it was fun. anyway, you guys should read the books that i just mentioned. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*did not proof read. so don't mind the typos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115644652983262545?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115644652983262545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115644652983262545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115644652983262545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115644652983262545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-of-month-nah.html' title='post of the month. nah!'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115254439290330522</id><published>2006-07-10T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:17:57.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm. addicted to this game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://world3.monstersgame.co.uk/?ac=vid&amp;vid=38026706"&gt;&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/vampir_logo.gif" align="left" vspace="3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;kanina ng message sakin insan ko. click ko daw ung link. edi click naman ako. so ayun. game pala. astig. kakatuwa. haha. share ko lang. kayo rin click niyo. ito &lt;a href="http://world3.monstersgame.co.uk/?ac=vid&amp;amp;vid=38026706"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; astig game na yan. haha. isipin niyo na lang na prang tulong na rin sakin ung gagawen niyo. salamat po. salamat agen. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115254439290330522?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115254439290330522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115254439290330522&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115254439290330522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115254439290330522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm-addicted-to-this-game.html' title='hmm. addicted to this game'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115245890495118777</id><published>2006-07-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:28:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bizproc- tapos! at usapan namin ni tatay</title><content type='html'>i'm done with my BIZPROC research paper. yey! now for the other this-is-important-so-i-better-finish-this-or-i'm-dead things to do.  i still have to iterate my under construction website to satrisy my professors needs. sheesh. us-engg(usability engineering) ko is on mondays, wednesdays and fridays. thus i should iterate my webite every tuesdays, thursdays and saturdays and sundays of this month, July. oh, and before i forget. hanggang august pa. amf. grabe. para na akong nagtratrabaho full time nito eh. as in. full time tlaga. wala na free time.  sabi ng tatay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tatay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eh gnyan talaga. nag-aaral ka eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako(kamot sa ulo):&lt;/strong&gt; oo nga. pero kahit na. hagardness. bat naman ung ibang college parang walang gingwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tatay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pabayaan m na sila. ikaw naman ung yayaman pag gradweyt mo eh. isa't kalahating taon na lang yan oh. von, meron ako kaibigan ngayon pa lang kinukuha ka na. starting salary 40,000 a month. mabilis na lang yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; hindi ah. hagardness eh isang linggo nga lang para samin super tagal na eh. 2:30 pa pasok ko pero pumapasok pa kami ng maaga para matapos ung gngwa hanggang 8:00 na nga lang di pa kami tapos eh. hagardness na yan. eh pero dba freshgrad pa lang ako nun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tatay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; un nga. ibig sbhin mas mataas pa sweldo mu pag ginalingn mo.ako: eh ayos pala yan eh. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kya ngayon. sige. lhat ng ipagawa sakin. sige lang ng sige. kahit kuba na ako. ampness. haay. tangkad ko pa naman. ang panget pag kuba. haha. di na ko makapag hintay pag dumating ang araw na yun. sheet. mag shopping ako lagi!! tpos matatayo ko na ung dreamhouse ko! ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115245890495118777?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115245890495118777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115245890495118777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115245890495118777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115245890495118777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/07/bizproc-tapos-at-usapan-namin-ni-tatay.html' title='bizproc- tapos! at usapan namin ni tatay'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115238488160099014</id><published>2006-07-09T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:54:41.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complaints of a suffering student</title><content type='html'>eyes closing. head spinning. lip shriveled. red fingers.&lt;br /&gt;oh i wish this torment would stop. but i can't justy seat and watch my grades go from 3.5s to 1.0s. oh my freakin giraffe. i wonder how other colleges are doin? i just can't seem to grasp how other students from la salle take their studies as if ther were not studying and still pass. (that is if they really do pass) who knows? some of the guys at school might be dinosaurs that just look years younger. oh, what good food and alot of money could do to oneself. speaking from a metarialistic perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry and i've got nothing to eat anymore. is it me or is it me? i eat. ALOT. but still i don't get fat. hmm. oh yeah. it's just me. haayz. bizproc is kiling me. if i don't finish this paper i'd be dead meat on monday. what kind of dumbass research paper is this anyway? my professor expects me to write about the different business processes and corporate governance duhikees ot top 10 telecommunication companies globally. mind you, plagarism is a sin for a green blooded archer. but hello! earth to ms. professor.  with all due respect. do you want me to invent this things? sheesh. ofcourse not. you need the content. so here's what i'm supposed to do. rephrase. no, reparagraph each freakin line! haay. this is just damn nasty. nasty. nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;single space. times new roman. font size 12. 25-30 pages. huhu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115238488160099014?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115238488160099014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115238488160099014&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115238488160099014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115238488160099014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/07/complaints-of-suffering-student.html' title='complaints of a suffering student'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115238113374494770</id><published>2006-07-09T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:03:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ambaet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="228" hspace="3" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/AmBaiT.jpg" width="300" vspace="3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="229" hspace="3" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/CeLLoS.jpg" width="300" vspace="3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baet namin dito nu? diyan lang yan! kinuha namin to sa Cello's mga 8:30 na ng gabi, i think it was thursday nito. before namin punta diyan kantahan muna kami sa providence. parang walang assignment eh nuh. pero totoo naman. wala kami assignments niyan. parang first free time namin after 2 weeks of complete nerdity. so this is what we normally do at school even if we're busy. haha. well ganiyan lang talaga. hehe. that's life. we're just poor little camerawhores. toinks. amf na yan. i still can't get over this pic. hahaha. astig eh. ambaet namin! pero seriously the best pic namin to. kahi hagardness na kami niyan. mapoise parin. ibang klase nga naman. ayos! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115238113374494770?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115238113374494770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115238113374494770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115238113374494770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115238113374494770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/07/ambaet.html' title='ambaet!'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115237159272687425</id><published>2006-07-08T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:13:12.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alam niu na ba ung latest?</title><content type='html'>tagal ko rin hindi nagpost dito ah. masiyado kasi ako naging busy with school kaya ganun. ampness pa nga ung prof ko sa intphil eh. taena niya. pakshet. ayun. ngaun magpost ako. para mag unwind. para narin ilabas lahat ng saloobin ko. ayun. pakiramdam ko straight na ko. at maganda yun para sa akin. pero minsan nagkakaoon parin ako ng konting pakiramdam para sa mga lalaki. kumbaga may libo-aftershock pa. pero ewan ko ba. masaya naman sana ngaun. ayun pa. maalaki na ebidensiya. eto conversation ko with my kada the othe day sa kfc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; aww sinundo na ung brokeback ng bf niya. cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;limkaichong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what's brokeback anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; brokeback mukang lalake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;limkaichong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what about the gay guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; edi bading. as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;emelita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ah ganun ba un? haha. gulo kasi eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;limkaichong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ah. right. so you're brokeback?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;emelita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;edi brokeback ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; huh?! bkit? muka ba ko brokeback?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;limkaichong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hell yeah. that's why nga naguguluhan ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; amf. gnun? galeng ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edi yun. chaka ko lang nalaman na muka na tlaga ko lalaki at hindi ko lang pakiramdam yun. galeng nu? hehe. ayun. ngayon nagpopost ako dito dahil sabi ko nga pang unwind lang. dapat nga gumgwa ako ng research paper nagyon na ipapasa na sa monday. eh napagod na ko. kaya ayun. type na lang ng iba. atleast nagkakaroon ng freespace sa utak ko habang nagsusulat ako dito! dba? hehe. ayun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115237159272687425?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115237159272687425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115237159272687425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115237159272687425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115237159272687425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/07/alam-niu-na-ba-ung-latest.html' title='alam niu na ba ung latest?'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115107955161608927</id><published>2006-06-24T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:21:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm better off as a politician</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr President come take a walk with me&lt;br /&gt;(come take a walk with me)&lt;br /&gt;Lets pretend we’re just two people and you’re not better than me&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to ask you some questions and if we can speak honestly&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street&lt;br /&gt;Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel when you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us is crying&lt;br /&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held up high&lt;br /&gt;Can you even look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr President were you a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;(Were you a lonely boy)&lt;br /&gt;Were you a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;(Were you a lonely boy)&lt;br /&gt;How can you say no child is left behind&lt;br /&gt;We’re not dumb and we’re not blind&lt;br /&gt;(We’re not blind)&lt;br /&gt;They’re all sitting in your cells&lt;br /&gt;While you pave the road to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of father would take his own daughter’s right away&lt;br /&gt;And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what the first lady has to say&lt;br /&gt;You’ve come a long way&lt;br /&gt;From whiskey and cocaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us cry&lt;br /&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held up high&lt;br /&gt;Can you even look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about hard work&lt;br /&gt;Minimum wage with a baby on the way&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about hard work&lt;br /&gt;Rebuilding your house after the bombs took it away&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about hard work&lt;br /&gt;Building a bed out of a cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work hard work&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know nothing bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work hard work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr President you’d never take a walk with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//heard this song awhile ago. dinownlod ko kasi. hehe. malamang. ayun. amp. ganda ng song na yan. i thin dj has it's mp3 link punta na lang kayo sa blog niya. eto oh &lt;a href="http://jeepneydiaries.blogspot.com"&gt;CLICK NIYO TO!&lt;/a&gt;. sana marinig ni bush tong kantang to. ampness kasi siya. dahil sa kaniya naghihirap buong mundo. baket kc hindi na lang magkaroon ng world revolution tpos lahat ng presyo ng lahat back to one piso. ampness. ampness tlaga. ampness ka bush. dhil sayo d ako makapagshopping! sheesh!! wawa na rin lalo lahat ng mga taong naghihirap. lalo sila nahihirapan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knock yourself out you dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//to our mrs. president gloria, kampe ko sayo ngaun. pero sana maging ok na pinas. ampness.&lt;br /&gt;//dapat kasi lahat tayo nagtutulungan! mga tao kasi dito sa pinas. turo lang ng turo. wala naman gingwa para makaahon. tgnan niyo ko sinisi ko naman nagyon si bush.. pero totoo naman! ampness parin siya. hehe (generally speaking and not pertaining to all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115107955161608927?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115107955161608927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115107955161608927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115107955161608927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115107955161608927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-im-better-off-as-politician.html' title='i think i&apos;m better off as a politician'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115097979862974127</id><published>2006-06-22T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:36:38.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kalbo-ness</title><content type='html'>kabo na ule ako. hahahha. kakatamad mag-aytos ng buhok eh. kanina nagpagupit ao. dun sa may barber malapit samin. mahal nga eh. 80 pesos pag semi kalbs. ehehe. pero ok lang malapit naman kasi sa basketball court yun. dami cute sa labas na mga walng t-shirt. hehe/ ayun. haggardness ung school. dami pinagagawa. buti na lang tapos na ko dun sa case analysis ko pati dun sa deveweb machine projects ko. kelangan na lang ma-interview ung smart, sun and globe. ampness naman ung globe. walang ka-contact contact sa site nila. ni email-an wala. buti pa sun meroon khit email. haay. ayun. pagod na pagod na ko. pero kelangan parin mag-aral. ampness na yan. ayun. first entry ko to na tagalog. pinaplano ko na gwain na lang tagalog lahat ng lalagay koi dito para mas ramdam ung mga emotions., haha. joke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115097979862974127?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115097979862974127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115097979862974127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115097979862974127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115097979862974127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/kalbo-ness.html' title='kalbo-ness'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115065278647685475</id><published>2006-06-19T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:46:26.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strut it</title><content type='html'>the recent me. hehe. lol. i've decided to make this blog as a logbook for my latest pictures. lol. sheeshness. i'm such a camera whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"the making of a future top model. it's a start. haha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="225" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/hoteldaw7.jpg" width="282" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115065278647685475?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115065278647685475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115065278647685475&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115065278647685475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115065278647685475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/strut-it.html' title='strut it'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115064137575048884</id><published>2006-06-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:36:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about school</title><content type='html'>i have this subject. it's called bizproc. with a load of things to do heavier than the biggest croc. my prof is a girl that sometimes really makes me hurl. but with my "teacher's pet" talent on the twirl. my grades fortunately do not roll. a 4.0 or a 1.0, grades that i could probably get if i turn into a hero. toinks. i have three papers to make. a business case about the top 10 telecommunication companies internationally. top 3 locally. and the case about business process reengineering. a minimum of 30 pages for each paper. single spaced. another subject is us-engg. usability engineering. we need to interview 5 debutantes or any of the same sort. then we have to make the story board for our future "website" then each screen for the interface. thank god we work in the lab. haha. another subject is deveweb, oop, java, vb, jsp. we have to study each of those to make our website. so much for being a student.  you might ask if i get stressed. i do. but then again. i won't let stress bring me down. haha. toinks. why meddle with blissful idle banters of loosers when i can persevere with fashionable flying colors. another toinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good for now. i hope this lasts. and i'm actually amazed uponb myself for taking things at ease and finishin em. yey for me~!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115064137575048884?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115064137575048884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115064137575048884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115064137575048884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115064137575048884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/about-school.html' title='about school'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115056958319728819</id><published>2006-06-18T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:00:47.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it sunday??</title><content type='html'>this morning i woke up in an unusual stressedout mode. i thought it was sunday. and since i had so much to do i did alot of cramming. i finished two of my machine projects. the bank account and the address book. i read halfway through the case study that mei asked me to read. unfortunately i didn't understand a thing. i finished everything at 8:00 in the evening. forget about the time i started. it was way before 8. hehe. and there. after the things that i've down, i asked my sister about what day it is and that i'm really "ngarag" because of my assignments. and then she uttered. "it's saturday you dumbass." fu*k. ahaha. so i skipped a day. lol. but it's ok i'm done with two of my mps and done halfway with my case study. what the hell. haha. sa friday pa naman ipass ung mga un eh! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;import javax.swing.JOptionPane;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public class Day&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;public static void main (String []args)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;String strPerson, strThought, strDay;&lt;br /&gt;DayAddy addy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addy=new DayAddy();&lt;br /&gt;JOptionPane.showInputDialog("What day do you think it is?");&lt;br /&gt;strDay=ConsoleIn.readln();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if (DayAddy= Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;System.out.println ("It's Saturday you big dumbass!");&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;else (DayAddy=Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;System.out.println ("Correct!");&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yey! new layout. i was in the mood to make a new layout awhile ago. so i just went ahead and made one. and voila! the fruit of my labor? haha. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115056958319728819?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115056958319728819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115056958319728819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115056958319728819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115056958319728819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-it-sunday.html' title='is it sunday??'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-115010491423847158</id><published>2006-06-12T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:35:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 18th birthday claudine joanne bocala pena!</title><content type='html'>last saturday was my girl best kadamate's debut. it was the best debut i've ever been to! the girls are hot! the guys are even hotter! and i got to dance with them! hahaha. anyway, bein in her debut really made our bond stronger. haha. lol. i hoper everyday's a debut. if i get the pictures. i'ma post them here. but for now. kain mun ako. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-115010491423847158?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/115010491423847158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=115010491423847158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115010491423847158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/115010491423847158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-18th-birthday-claudine-joanne.html' title='happy 18th birthday claudine joanne bocala pena!'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114978077922724541</id><published>2006-06-08T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:38:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yey new slippers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="231" hspace="3" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/billappers002.jpg" width="231" align="right" vspace="3" /&gt;yeap! i have a new pair of slippers! haha. awhile ago i wasn't really in the mood to go home yet. so i stopped by at gateway. strolled around. and since gateway isn't really that fun of a mall. i just went to Rustan's. and right there and then, as soon as i entered.. i saw it. wahh! i couldn't take my eyes off it. so i said to myself.. "i really have to buy this..!" and there you go. haha. i have a new pair of slippers! yey! isn't it pretty? lol. toinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114978077922724541?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114978077922724541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114978077922724541&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114978077922724541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114978077922724541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/yey-new-slippers.html' title='yey new slippers!'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114961439215895488</id><published>2006-06-07T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:19:52.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my chance on fame</title><content type='html'>i read from kukote's blog that there will be a "Pnoy Academy". an alternate show for pbb teen 2nd edition. if there really is, i wanna join! go go go! when i was young i would listen to the radio, waiting for my favorite show. when it played i would listen along it made me fall asleep. and no, i am not singing. haha. seriously, the show? it's "Matud Nila" hahaha. my mom always listened to it so as for me, in time, it's became a sleeping drug. i always wondered why the kids there only had one voice. the kind of voice you hear everywhere. from anime to radio dubbing. so yeah, if you're thinkin about pbb's radioplay. you're damn right, it's the same old man who makes those annoying voice-overs~ ahaha. man, ever since i was a kid i already wanted to be a star. sheesh. if there would be an audition for Pinoy Academy even if it is right now. i'd gladly throw myself at them! haha. i won't miss my chance to fame! hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy's, have you been watching &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? isn't it odd that it has the same setting as from new non stop? what another copy yadiya from abs-cbn? umm. yeah?? haha. lol. anyway. dennis is cute(do you know that he's a faggot?) norman is the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hotness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114961439215895488?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114961439215895488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114961439215895488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114961439215895488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114961439215895488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-chance-on-fame.html' title='my chance on fame'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114953812097445925</id><published>2006-06-06T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T04:08:40.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the omen</title><content type='html'>first shown this afternoon. sheesh. i'ma watch it this friday. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114953812097445925?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114953812097445925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114953812097445925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114953812097445925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114953812097445925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/omen.html' title='the omen'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114953002132104549</id><published>2006-06-06T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T01:53:41.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>momma's home</title><content type='html'>my mom and my younger brother just got home from the states. guess what she bought me. hehe. an xbox. two new pairs of shoes. two large buckled belts. i've been dying to have one of these. two new bottles of cologne. lacoste booster and another one of my fave kc's reaction. and three new shirts. yey! so far. i won't have to think about what i'm gonna wear to school for the next couple of days. hehe. i'm really happy coz they are back home. lotsa chocolates! haha. i love halo 2! whoohey! hehe. life is getting back to normal. hahaa. thanks God! muah. love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114953002132104549?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114953002132104549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114953002132104549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114953002132104549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114953002132104549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/mommas-home.html' title='momma&apos;s home'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114936672885233465</id><published>2006-06-04T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T04:32:08.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too-toot</title><content type='html'>nothin. haha. just bored. i'ma look for something to eat now. bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114936672885233465?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114936672885233465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114936672885233465&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114936672885233465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114936672885233465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/too-toot.html' title='too-toot'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114909919660664093</id><published>2006-06-01T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T02:18:32.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god, my family needs your guidance</title><content type='html'>this is about my dad. my dad has been working for a very long time now. he has already went through alot. but now i think is the hardest time for him. he has so many problems right now. in fact financial problems. and since he's my dad, i feel obligated to be with him and help him get through this problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;problem number one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my mom and my younger brother is in the states right now. a few days back, my mom went somewhere in orlando to go shopping. she had a few items that she picked up. but while she was there. her wallet got stolen. all her credit cards, licence, atm cards went with it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;problem number two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; since my mom's wallet got stolen. my dad had to block her credit cards. little did we know that mom also asked the bank to block my dad's credit cards. the problem. now my dad has to pay double to renew their cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;problem number three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the cards that were stolen from my mom according to the bank was used by the bitch who stole it. she got a $500.oo perfume and a total of $800 dollars worth of items from my mom's express teller card. what a bitch! oh god, let her die! money $1300 = P50,000.00+. we all know how credit cards work. it's like an easy way to shop but when the bill comes. poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;problem number four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my mom's bpi credit card. a representative of bpi called my dad awhile ago. he said that $4000.00 = P200,000.00 worth was used from her card. got really scared awhile ago. my dad was about to cry. the only thing i could do for him was hug him and pat his back. i'm really worried bout his health. he's already been having sleepless nights. God, don't let anything harmful happen to my dad.. please. my dad sit on his favorite couch. nodding his head. he said "anu ba naman yan.. ang dami ko na problema.." in a voice which really gave me the urge to cry.. after that.. he went up to his room.. i cried and i prayed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;problem number five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my sister's car got hit by a motorcycle on her way home coming from metrowalk the other day. it needs an espensive paint job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;problem number six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; our everyday living expenses. school. everything. my dad's business isn't really doing well right now. that's why he keeps telling me to study really hard. when i graduate i want my dad to retire form his work and just relax. i'm gonna return everything to him. every favor that his given me. every bit of love that he never knew how to show but i know that he does. and just by working so hard. i know it. i think a week ago, my dad told me about the family business' situation. i even asked him if he wanted me to stop school coz i really wanna help him out. he told me not to, and that's what i'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now. my family's financial stability is caught between an extremely fine line. i hope we get through everything.. god help us out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114909919660664093?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114909919660664093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114909919660664093&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114909919660664093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114909919660664093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/god-my-family-needs-your-guidance.html' title='god, my family needs your guidance'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114909804382151400</id><published>2006-06-01T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T01:54:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't relate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all my friends and even the people that are not so my friends are all talking about x-men III or da vinci. sheesh. sometimes i just feel out of place. but it's ok i don't really like talking that much. i just listen and.. listen. haha. it might seem that when it comes to my weblogs that i'm a yapper. but i'm not. mos of the times i'm just thinking, returning the hi's and hello's that i get from the people i walk by at school. and just simply being me. the quiet kid from the province. toinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;kentotz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hmm. i saw ken, matalinhaga blog's the other day passing by at SJ Walk. he's really tall. hmm. i think he's fun to be with. kenkenken!ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114909804382151400?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114909804382151400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114909804382151400&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114909804382151400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114909804382151400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-of-it.html' title='out of it'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114900951924741563</id><published>2006-05-31T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:18:39.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a girlfriend</title><content type='html'>i've reached the point in my life where i have lost my interest in guys. i would be a hypocrite if i told ya that this is 100%. sure i'm still open for guy to guy relationships but i just thought that it would be better if i just loved someone from the opposite sex. someone who will love me back even if i am not cute. someone who would be there for me. someone who could be sweet out in the public not worrying about what other people think. i really don't care what other people think. but in guy to guy relationships, if expressing your love in public is fine with you, some would not even dare. i just wanna love someone without anything to worry about. i know that occasional fights and &lt;em&gt;tampuhan&lt;/em&gt; can come out. but even if that's the case. i'd still be loyal and faithfully loving to that one person i gave my heart to. haay. sometimes i wish that if it was possible, i did not have to fall for that guy. sheesh. he's still my schoolmate upto now. earlier this afternoon he said hi two times to me. sheesh. anyway. i just wanna love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only had one boyfriend in my life. we lasted for about three months. everything ended between us the day before valentine's day coz he admitted that he had a girlfriend. coz of that, i broke up with him. i did not want to be a wallflower in a relationship. he cried alot. i did too. i still love him. haay. we're still friends. sometimes, i just think of what could have happened between the two of us. if i had not broken up with him, i think we would still be together until now. haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i need a girlfriend. haha! for those who want to apply. just send your resume/biodata/portfolio at &lt;a href="mailto:vonn_o4@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vonn_o4@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or you can just text me at&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;09228890***.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hehe. kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114900951924741563?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114900951924741563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114900951924741563&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finger work out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just awhile ago i was in our make believe gym and was working my sweat off. my tummy's really gettin bigger everyday and i just can't seem to accept it. so i tried to do some crunches. a couple of push-ups and ofcourse a lil bench press to work my chest muscles. for now i'm lifting about 50 kilos for my chest. so since i added 10 more kilos, halfway through my bench press thingy. my arms started to shake and to what i think was preparing to give up. bench press number 33, i couldn't do another press anymore so i hurried and dropped the barbel. and sheet. ouch. my pointing finger got caught. sheesh. right now. it stopped bleeding. but it still hurts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;da vinci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nah. so after school on our way home. mei and i decided to watch the "davinci code". we wanted to watch it at gayway since we already passed by robinfags place manila. when we got there it was already 6:30. the movie started at 5 so we just left watching for another time. after seeing the sched of the movies that were on show. we just decided to eat at teriyaki boy. after that. strolled around gayway. lotsa cute fags awhile ago. it was really nice. and most of 'em looked like they just underwent a major bleach bath. haha. fake skin is so obvious. sheesh. but yeah, the guys looked nice with their bleach job. i might do that to. when i get the luxury of having lots money and lotsa time. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sheesh. the work out i had awhile ago is already having its effect on me. so tired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114900055175758174?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114883749892814217</id><published>2006-05-29T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:31:38.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomnity</title><content type='html'>it already is monday morning and i still haven't slept. so deciding on what to do i just bloghopped and bloghopped til i found myself in brew's web page. read about his different guy espionage. it was nice that he was so open about his past relationships and to think of including his sexpreiences. it was a fun read. see my new layout? nice huh. i've forgotten about where i got it. but it was a nice site. oh yeah. it wasn't like this when i got it. i just got the main picture and made my own frames. i thought it would be just a piece of crap, but in the end it turned out to be nice. *smiles*  talkin to a  friend right now. he said he misses me. but since i am a person who can be terribly blunt when it comes to people who i am not attracted to. i just said "no, i did not." for me being honest is the best way to make friends. anyway. this post will be very random. so don't complain if you get out of track. i think my writing skills are going dow the drain. sometimes i forget about the simplest spellings. haha. i've lost interest in guys. i don't know why. maybe it's coz i'm inlove with one or just the fact that i've been getting this wild thoughts with women. so am i a full fledged bisexual now? maybe. but i'd just prefer being called a "guy" and not gay, bi or straight. plain guy is fine. havin all those labels just makes things more complicated. so he already logged off. i really feel sad coz he does too. and i don't know how to help him. i've been supporting him. but it seems it's just not enough to make him smnile. i hope he survives what he's going through right now. if you're still readin this. hanep. sipag mu naman. salamat. i'm really not a fan of making multiple paragraphs so i just make one. a very long one. sheesh. i think i don't have a crush on him anymore. i think i'm falling for him. and if i do. i hope he catches me. i wonder what'll happen if he does? and if he doesn'T? it's already one twenty eight am and i'm still not sleepy. i have to be at school early tomorrow eventhough my class wouldn't start until it is two fourty in the afternoon. i have to make my inphil assignment at school tomorrow since i dun have the book yet. sheesh. anywya. i'm running out of ideas to write. poof. maybe i'll make a better post next time. when i'm in the mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114883749892814217?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114883749892814217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114883749892814217&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114883749892814217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114883749892814217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/randomnity.html' title='randomnity'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114866340890892947</id><published>2006-05-27T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:10:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures and philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 147px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="228" alt="pic1" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/yellow3.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="228" alt="pic1" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/yellow2.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 147px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="228" alt="pic1" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/yellow.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my latest pictures as of now. took this awhile ago. you know me, if i'm bored i take pictures of myself. ccol huh. so about my last class awhile ago, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. sheesh my prof is so boring. although he has my sympathy coz he's sorta disabled. sheesh. the thing that's annoying about him is everytime he opens his mouth he says the word "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". i would really want to listen to what he's saying. but given that certain situation. i just had my own early dismissal. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114866340890892947?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114866340890892947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114858102747157346</id><published>2006-05-26T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T02:17:07.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="180" alt="lollipop!" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/lollipop.gif" width="200" align="left" border="0" /&gt; here's a lollipop that i mad with photoshop. haha. it was my free time so since i had nothing to do. i just experimented with my aps. here's the fruit of my blood and sweat. a friggin lollipo! hahaa. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114858102747157346?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;us-engg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; think of different products that people might want to buy and make a proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bizproc &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;proposal for our group project. another business case. and another machine project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;relstwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;church service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;intphil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;read chapters one to two of my none existing philosophy book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. so much for my first day. but anyway. i'm happy. why? coz 7 of my university crushes goes to the same &lt;strong&gt;engltri &lt;/strong&gt;class that i go to. harhar! my professors are all cool. and my schedule totally rocks! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114856535726195941?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114856535726195941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114856535726195941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114856535726195941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114856535726195941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-week-getting-stressed.html' title='first week. getting stressed'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114819920731627272&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114819920731627272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114819920731627272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/vacation-obsolete.html' title='vacation = obsolete'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114807901364017090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114807901364017090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114807901364017090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114807901364017090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/photography-sidebar.html' title='photography sidebar'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114802973405919621</id><published>2006-05-19T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:33:52.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 hours</title><content type='html'>in my one month vacation, this is the day when i really felt alive. drama. lol. haha. went to school this morning to get my enrollment done. i thougth it would take me for about one hour to finish my enrollment so i decided to meet a friend. we were supposed to me at 4:OOpm at robinsons place. the one near up and st. paul. by the way i was at school at 11:00 am. but it didn't. it was done right even before i knew it. lol. talk about being unaware. i was on my phone when it was my turn to give the check. i didn't even undertand what the woman behind the table was talking about. so. on to step 2. it did not take long to get my receipt, proof that i really enrolled. i think it only took 5 minutes of my time to enroll. lol. fast huh? total duration of enrollment: 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:05am to 12:00pm&lt;/strong&gt; so since i had nothing to do, i just went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;south conservatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and watched the people walking by. i almost fell asleep too. i was texting my friend that i was supposed to meet. we were talking about hair. yes, hair. lol. an hour of hair talk. lol. i was thinking about getting my hair done since bech fix was just right across the street. i decided to do so. &lt;strong&gt;12:00pm to 1:30pm&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bench fix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when i got there, only one girl was being attended to. so i got my hair did in a jiffy. it was really nice making up my mind to get my hair done. not just because of the stylists who were really friendly. it's coz one of 'em had a crush on me. juk. lol. &lt;strong&gt;1:30pm to 3:00pm&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;robinsons place manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. what i did was just walk around. and practically just went in every store that was in my way. i had to meet my tita coz she was going to give me something. so i met with her at adriatico wing. after that i went in to powerbooks. or was it goodwill bookstore. anyhoo. there was this book that i read. i only read one chapter but it was great. the book is called "&lt;em&gt;mouth to mouth&lt;/em&gt;". my friend arrived at 3. what a relief. &lt;strong&gt;3:00pm to 12:00am&lt;/strong&gt; a couple of drinks at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. after that strolled around rob. my favorite wing is padre faura btw. ate at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;chef d'angelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. after that, relaxed at starbucks. again. haha. this day was fun. hmm. my dad said i was out on the streets for 17 hours. lol. he wasn't mad at me he just made a lil sermon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114802973405919621?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114802973405919621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114802973405919621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114802973405919621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114802973405919621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/17-hours.html' title='17 hours'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114789642472605140</id><published>2006-05-18T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T04:07:04.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behind this perversed mind</title><content type='html'>what you see is what you get. nah! drop that aphorism. what you see is not what you always get. this is the problem with the people here in our country. people tend to only see what is on the outside than on the inside. it's just like the competition between kids these days where popularity is the only thing going trough their air bloated heads. dunno why this is happenin, it wasn't actually like this back then when i was in higschool. i admit. i always had the tendency to be on the popular side of the crowd and i still do even up to now that i'm in college. but wtf? i never was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;diehard&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tryinghard&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;socialclimber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. sheesh louise. there's more to life than make up and those friggin nail polish in your not so clean finger nails kids. straighten up. studyhard. use protection~ *&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evil grin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the drop that thing topic. i am a pervert. and i admit it. but just because i am doesn't mean that i don't have a soft side in me. sheesh. i might look like the "maangas" kinda guy when you see me but really. i'm a nice person. so stop being judgemental and start thinking about your own lives for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-not that anyone is being discriminant. &lt;em&gt;wala lang&lt;/em&gt;. just saying. i just wanted a lil drama in my posts. harhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114789642472605140?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114789642472605140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114789642472605140&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114789642472605140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114789642472605140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/behind-this-perversed-mind.html' title='behind this perversed mind'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114789109425972377</id><published>2006-05-18T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T03:47:11.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't sleep. warning for emotionaly and mentaly mature people only</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;vonn_o4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ssup jin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kitepil0t:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cant sleep too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;vonn_o4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; awww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;vonn_o4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can't help ya there. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kitepil0t:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tried counting sheep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;vonn_o4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nah. it'll never work on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kitepil0t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jacking off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;vonn_o4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nah. if i jack off now.. it'll probably fall off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;vonn_o4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it already hurts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kitepil0t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;vonn_o4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a normal converstion in my world. had nothing to do so i just messaged some friends. tuns out that one of 'em can't sleep too. (if there are any girls reading this, please don't be offended.) i really can't sleep coz of this friggin headache. and i'm so sleepy. maybe this sorta thing happens because. nah. i dunno. darn it. it's only been a couple of days and i've already lost my creative juices. please give me more. more. more! i need it please. crap. what am i doing. haha. it's time for me to get a hammer and do some major ground zero damage in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114789109425972377?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114789109425972377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114789109425972377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114789109425972377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114789109425972377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/cant-sleep-warning-for-emotionaly-and.html' title='can&apos;t sleep. warning for emotionaly and mentaly mature people only'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114788960689249595</id><published>2006-05-18T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:16:34.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>header changed</title><content type='html'>due to my undeniably annoying headache. i find it hard to get myself to sleep. so since i had nothing productive to do. i made this. a new header. isn't it nice? juk. haha. i love cars. that's why i tried to make a header with a car in it. i wish i had a car just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="38" alt="wheel1" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/title.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114788960689249595?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114788960689249595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114788960689249595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114788960689249595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114788960689249595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/header-changed.html' title='header changed'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114787619063118640</id><published>2006-05-17T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:29:50.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new term new people</title><content type='html'>here's something to write about. the start of my classes for this term will be on monday. it's amazing how fast it happened. but anyway. it's ok with me. i've been dying to get back to school. hmm. wonder who my blockmates will be this term? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's my turn to say.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WELCOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FROSHIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114787619063118640?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114787619063118640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114787619063118640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114787619063118640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114787619063118640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-term-new-people.html' title='new term new people'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114779266059143505</id><published>2006-05-16T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:17:55.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(the sound of the wind blowing)</title><content type='html'>got nothing to post. really. i'm just super bored. hmm. can anyone of you buy me a pair of havaianas? hehe. juk. sorry for asking. i simply cannot afford it. oh and while you're at it. i want a shirt from the top shop. this brown backpack that i saw in one of quicksilver's displays. the new lacoste shoes. the one with the green "under rubber". haha. a pair of running shoes from accel. i really need it. a new iPod nano. a new phone. preferably phones from nokia or sony ericsson. a new aviator from oakley or people are people. and everything from folded and hung. oh about the pants. thanks fo reminding me btw. i want three new pairs of  weathered jeans. please get the one's with the A cut thing going on. *poof* guys, i bumped my head. sorry. i was out of myslef awhile ago. another case of st. mary's boredom virus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114779266059143505?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114779266059143505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114779266059143505&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114779266059143505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114779266059143505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/sound-of-wind-blowing.html' title='(the sound of the wind blowing)'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114771019849701930</id><published>2006-05-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:23:18.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camera whore-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="170" alt="pic1" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/updated/camy010.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="170" alt="pic2" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/updated/camy008.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;took this awhile ago. i was trying to figure out how to take my pictures using my webcam. and here it is. hope you like my pic. lol. well i like it, atleast. right now i'm eatin yet again. can't help it. i keep gettin hungry and hungry. but this is good since it takes effort for me to get fat. it's coz i'm an ectomorph and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114771019849701930?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114771019849701930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114771019849701930&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114771019849701930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114771019849701930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/camera-whore-ing.html' title='camera whore-ing'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/updated/th_camy010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114768543152260095</id><published>2006-05-15T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:30:31.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hunger strike</title><content type='html'>nah! eating is so much fun so i would not dare participate not even in one protest like that. hehe. got really hungry so i tried to look for something to eat. it took me a grueling 15 minute scavenger hunt to find what i'm eating right now. huhu. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; peanut butter sandwiches and a bowl of fruit salad. that is what i am eating right now. hmm. i bet that by the end of this year, i'm already suffering of diabetis. i hope not. harhar. i'm almost done with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sandwich. and i'm still hungry. starvation. famine. oohh. the horror i'm facing right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114768543152260095?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114768543152260095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114768543152260095&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114768543152260095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114768543152260095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/hunger-strike.html' title='hunger strike'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114767255635083201</id><published>2006-05-15T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:55:56.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the heat</title><content type='html'>after two days of unwavering typhoon cold. it is back to the scorching heat of summer. good thing that there are still them wind gusts that happen every few minutes. but it still is getting pretty hot. damn, i need to fix my air conditioner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114767255635083201?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114767255635083201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114767255635083201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114767255635083201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114767255635083201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-to-heat.html' title='back to the heat'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114763089145831330</id><published>2006-05-15T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T04:36:47.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>government my ass</title><content type='html'>it has only been a month and yet how many times has the price of oil got hiked? it is like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of who gets to raise their price first. shit. how will i be able to let my dad buy me a car if these friggin oil price hikes keep happenin? this is all bush's fault. he and gloria should stick together and get tied up by the people of our nation and it could be better if other nations joined too. drag em by their feet around the world and drown 'em both in iran's oil reservoires. oh, and if you think this is gorey, wait til you hear the other stuff that i keep in my brain. if bush did not go and butt in iran's business this would have never happened in the first place. i dunno bout him but i think he has some serious issues that needs some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are these people anyway? and why did they get voted in the first place if at first glance the people could already see that these "leaders" could not do the job. or the voters were just plain stupid. darn it. i wanna live in a world where people are happy. no one suffering from poverty. a healthy world. a clean world. sure, it should be the people's initiative too. but damn! how could anyone start a new beggining if their own governments do the abominable stuff. sheesh. i wish another revolution would start. a revolution where everything would just go back from what it was before. a nation where you could go and buy a piece of bread and already have a glass of milk for only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. a place where the government is doin their friggin job and not just thinkin about their own selfish needs. a nation where everyone is doin what they need to do in order to keep everything running smooth. but then again. i am free to dream. no one is stopping me from wishing. hmm. what if i became someone like V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the people shouldn't fear the government, the government should fear the people." -V for Vendetta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114763089145831330?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114763089145831330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114763089145831330&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114763089145831330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114763089145831330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/government-my-ass.html' title='government my ass'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114762811379958502</id><published>2006-05-15T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:38:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>straight or what</title><content type='html'>here's the deal. you know how teenagers go through alot of stuff when they are in their puberty stage? well, in this stage teenagers get to know their real selves. as if looking in a mirror where you see things that you are and things that you're not. things that you're great at and things that has your weaknesses. in this stage ofcourse teenagers sometimes fall for the same sex. not long ago i was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guy. when i was in 3rd year highschool i started to have feelings for this other guy which i've been really close to. turns out that i was really kinda &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by then and that i falling for that guy and loving him was simply for real (see my very first post. post number one~!). but now i've started to have interest in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. oh, and not just "girls". i like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mature women. heheh. so i think, i was really just facing that dreaded "identity crisis" thingama-what-the-hell-loo-la. hmmm. so am i done with that phase? not really. hahaha. right now, i'm trying to figure out if i wanna be a bisexual or if i wanna go and be straight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh life can be really tough sometimes. that's why we gotta know how to do things one at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114762811379958502?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114762811379958502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114762811379958502&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114762811379958502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114762811379958502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/straight-or-what.html' title='straight or what'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114760360826049515</id><published>2006-05-14T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:46:48.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad mummie day</title><content type='html'>today is mothers' day. and where is my mom? oh, she's over there. right across the other half of this globe that we're all livin in. haha. it would have been better if my mom was here so that i could celebrate her day with her. but then it isn't possible. i could have been with her if it wasn't for my darn measles that i had last week. i already had my passport, my tickets, my luggage and myself the day before the flight. but til that time when i woke up. ahoy to me. red spots galore! so i had to stay home. it felt like my whole body failed me. bummer. ehem-ehem. anyhoo. enough with all this measle mumbo jumbo chatter. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! happy mothers' day mummie. have a great day ahead of you. muah muah muah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114760360826049515?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114760360826049515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114760360826049515&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114760360826049515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114760360826049515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/sad-mummie-day.html' title='sad mummie day'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114751734626966028</id><published>2006-05-13T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:49:06.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i could be better</title><content type='html'>i have been a blogger for a very long time now. but i still question my edge in writing. i still don't get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i cannot make much more interesesting topics. i think it's my brain. no, my fingers. no! what is it?! sheesh. i wish i was a better writer so that my works could be known around the world. lol. haha. drama crap huh? lol. another effect of that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;st. mary's boredom virus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. anyhoo. i still wish that i could think of better topics that are worth the people's interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am for me. i am for the people. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;toinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114751734626966028?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114751734626966028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114751734626966028&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114751734626966028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114751734626966028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-could-be-better.html' title='i could be better'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114751547852367540</id><published>2006-05-13T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:17:58.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out there</title><content type='html'>it's raining outside. it's windy outside. on the outside. haay. i'm bored. are you? lol. well if you're reading this. i guess you are! haha. i saw two movies awhile ago. it's called &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the nun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the other one is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v for vendetta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. at first i thought it was another one of those teen movies. hmm. i thought wrong. horror pala! juk. hehe. anyway, i wanted to tell the story but then again, i might just spoil you guys. its kinda depressing. specially when the priest kissed that slut of a main character. turns out that she was the killer. haha. what happened to the vow of chastity them christian wannabe's were all talking about? same for the movie v for vendetta. and for cryin out loud. he was a bishop! hit me when i'm dead but these things really happen. geee. out there!shivers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114751547852367540?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114751547852367540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114751547852367540&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114751547852367540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114751547852367540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/out-there.html' title='out there'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114741440554868459</id><published>2006-05-12T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:13:25.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wet wet friday</title><content type='html'>it's friday and it has been raining since yesterday. pretty neat if you ask me. all the plants are getting what they need, our house is cooling down, and the smell of the rain is quite pleasing. no more super init days for us! yahoo! i've been driving here and there in our village. it was a little disappointing since i did not see any cute guys around. where the hell are they anyway? hmm. i'm gettin a lil sleepy. must be the meal that i skipped. i'ma eat first. yum yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114741440554868459?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114741440554868459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114741440554868459&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114741440554868459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114741440554868459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/wet-wet-friday.html' title='wet wet friday'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114737556671265678</id><published>2006-05-12T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:26:06.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shades galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img onclick="ooooh.. shades.." alt="shades1" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/updated/shorts.jpg" align="center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; bought the shades at megamall last monday for only 240 bucks. nice huh? anyhoo. i just wanted to post my pic. i'm a narcissist. i love muself! wahoo to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114737556671265678?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114737556671265678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114737556671265678&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114737556671265678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114737556671265678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/shades-galore_12.html' title='shades galore'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/updated/th_shorts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114737056279997534</id><published>2006-05-12T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:02:42.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>age 7. go ahead and tell the story</title><content type='html'>He had been hearing quite a bit about 'making out' from the older boys, and he wondered what it was and how it was done. One day he took his question to his mother, who became rather flustered. Instead of explaining things to Johnny, she told him to hide behind the curtains one night and watch his older sister and her boyfriend. This he did. The following morning, Johnny described EVERYTHING to his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for a while, then he turned off most of the lights. Then he started kissing and hugging her. I figured 'Sis must be getting sick, because her face started looking funny. He must have thought so too, because he put his hand inside her blouse to feel her heart, just the way the doctor would. Except he's not as smart as the doctor because he seemed to have trouble finding her heart. I guess he was getting sick too, because pretty soon both of them started panting and getting all out of breath. His other hand must have been cold because he put it under her skirt. About this time 'Sis got worse and began to moan and sigh and squirm around and slide down toward the end of the couch. This was when her fever started. I knew it was a fever, because Sis told him she felt really hot. Finally, I found out what was making them so sick......-a big eel ;had gotten inside his pants somehow. It just jumped out of his pants and stood there, about 10 inches long, honest, anyway he grabbed it in one hand to keep it from getting away. When Sis saw it, she got really scared-her eyes got big, and her mouth fell open, and she started calling out to God and stuff like that. She said it was the biggest one she's ever seen; I should tell her about the ones down at the lake by our house! Anyway, Sis got brave and tried to kill the eel by biting its head off. All of a sudden she grabbed it with both hands and held it tight while he took a muzzle out of his pocket and slipped it over the eel's head to keep it from biting again. Sis lay back and spread her legs so she could get a scissor-lock on it and he helped by lying on top of the eel. The eel put up a hell of a fight. Sis started groaning and squealing and her boyfriend almost upset the couch. I guess they wanted to kill the eel by squashing it between them. After a while they both quit moving and gave a great sigh. Her boyfriend got up, and sure enough, they killed the eel. I knew because it just hung there, limp, and some of its insides were hanging out. Sis and her boyfriend were a little tired from the battle, but they went back to courting anyway. He started hugging and kissing her again. By golly, the eel wasn't dead! It jumped straight up and started to fight again. I guess eels are like cats- they have nine lives or something. This time, Sis jumped up and tried to kill it by sitting on it. After about a 35 minute struggle, they finally killed the eel. I knew it was dead, because I saw Sis's boyfriend peel its skin off and flush it down the toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114737056279997534?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114737056279997534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114737056279997534&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114737056279997534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114737056279997534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/age-7-go-ahead-and-tell-story.html' title='age 7. go ahead and tell the story'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114736666425209678</id><published>2006-05-12T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:57:44.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first breeze. first drop. first rain.</title><content type='html'>so it was the very first rain after a very long summer. it's so refresing. rainy days here i go! batman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114736666425209678?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114736666425209678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114736666425209678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114736666425209678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114736666425209678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-breeze-first-drop-first-rain.html' title='first breeze. first drop. first rain.'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114736380497031818</id><published>2006-05-12T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:10:04.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sparkly dvds</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sparkly and clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for the main event. i "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tidy-d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" my room up! got bored so i just went with the flow and tried to look for some oddballs that i could make use off. but to no avail i just went ahead and clean my room. first i threw all my thingamajigs out, and oh my word them things were alot! then i reinvented my whole room up. put this thing there, over here, over there and everywhere! haha. ofcourse with a little trance music in the background. after that i made my very long table that came from some hotel when i was still a young'un sparkle like the stars and shine like the sun. ahem, with all due respect, that was one heckuva hard work! after that i changed my bed sheets, pillow case, curtains and alot more. ahaha. hmm, i just came up with an idea that i regret. i should have taken the before and after pictures! ahaay, anyhoo i might as well take the after picture. i love what i did to my room. ahem ahem. ahehe. so i started cleaning my room at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and i ended up at&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 9:35 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. talk about an all day cleaning marathon. ahaha. so after that, i ate dinner, and watched some dvds. hmm.. bout the dvds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dvd-dvd. sir dvd!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to metro walk last monday. right. so right after eating at misato i went up and tried to look for some nice dvds. so there was this movie with "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" as its title the manang aleng dvd kept on uging me to buy. i bought it. lol. haha. it was only awhile ago when i found out that it was a triple-x rated movie. ahoy to manag aleng dvd! ahaha. the guys are very nice. *evil grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114736380497031818?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114736380497031818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114736380497031818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114736380497031818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114736380497031818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/sparkly-dvds.html' title='sparkly dvds'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114728316410849671</id><published>2006-05-11T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:46:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom equals airhead</title><content type='html'>got nothing to do so i just went online. and for cryin out loud, my connection and my pc is bein gay. get a load of that! ahaay. anyway. so while i'm waiting for my browser to load what i wanna see, i'ma try to &lt;strong&gt;"narrate"&lt;/strong&gt; what i'm doin now. har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;press-press-press. press that keyboard!&lt;br /&gt;ding! yahoo msg for me.&lt;br /&gt;thinking of what to put here next. dang! talk about being an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;airhead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i got nothin coming out of my brain! ahaha&lt;br /&gt;chat&lt;br /&gt;just noticed that i'm feeling&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. somebody texted me. it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. here's what it says:&lt;em&gt;"katangian ng mga taon tanga: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bulag kahit may nakikita &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;namanhid kahit nasasaktan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nagmamahal ng taong wala sa piling niya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ako?! isa sa mga taong tanga..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; ikaw, aamin ka ba?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hmmm. another one of those oh-i'm-so-sick-of-love-and-that-i'm-so-freaking-stupid-coz-yea-i'm-an-idiot-love-quote-crap (no pun intended). haha. no offense tata. so i'm getting bored by each minute now. got no one sensible enough to talk with in my ym list. might as well play civ 4. lol. wait! i found another web log. it's pepper's web log! haha. hmm.. i have something to do now, finally! i'ma read this first. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114728316410849671?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114728316410849671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114728316410849671&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114728316410849671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114728316410849671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/boredom-equals-airhead.html' title='boredom equals airhead'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114710951840123801</id><published>2006-05-09T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:31:58.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends and the internet</title><content type='html'>if people question how meeting new friends are possible on the internet. well, i do too. i've been online since i was in third year highschool and counting all the people that i've met can reach a thousand, even more. in those thousands of people, only about a hundred are still my friends up to now. anyhoo.. wala lang.. to all my friends! love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEALTH ALERT!&lt;/strong&gt; just recovered from measles. and oh it feels nice to get rid of them friggin itchyness. hehehee. haays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114710951840123801?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114710951840123801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114710951840123801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114710951840123801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114710951840123801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/friends-and-internet.html' title='friends and the internet'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-114710887251431303</id><published>2006-05-09T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:21:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the others</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;got this from my other weblog. got mixed up with all my blogs since my mind is close to having it major brain meltdown. huhu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;may 30, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by von at &lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://auto-is-me.blogspot.com/2006/03/them-things-i-finished-off.html"&gt;9:05 AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;engltwo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; done with the revised body for our research paper. got high grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hutecin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so through with the flash presentation. you might ask about the friggin user's manual. you will never hear of it again. read it. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relsone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; done with the research exegesis paper. thank god!it has been a very tiring day. but here i am. making another post for my "blog". have only slept for four hours in two days. if you ask me why, go figure. i'm through with explainin. hehe. see the "finished off" list? lol.in spite of everything, i cannot rest yet since i have a test in my algebra and trigonometry class tomorrow. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[algtrig]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gotta study! whooo. no rest at all.anyway, i think i'm going for few cookies right now. ehehe. i need to treat myself once in awhile too you know! eheh. see ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 28, 2006&lt;br /&gt;posted by von at &lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://auto-is-me.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-is-already-326-in-morning.html"&gt;10:25 AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="114357058836451130"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is already 3:26 in the morning. got nothing productive to do so i just went ahead and made this new "online journal". chattin with a guy called odyssey right now. he seems nice. *winks* anyway. i hope i could make this blog site fun for you guys to read. if and only if you want to read it. (whooo.. math un ah!:D) anyway. gotta look for a new template for my blog. hehe. see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-114710887251431303?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/114710887251431303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=114710887251431303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114710887251431303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/114710887251431303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/05/others.html' title='the others'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-113655122207842097</id><published>2006-01-06T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:40:22.090+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" bg style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 27 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#f8fff8;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;/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/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and btw. i'm only 17. :p&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/11696526-113655122207842097?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/113655122207842097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=113655122207842097&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113655122207842097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113655122207842097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-are-27-years-old-under-12-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-113364528365512228</id><published>2005-12-04T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T05:28:03.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so it is extended</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Ms. Tangkeko:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mr. Von Buenaobra of S14 have petitioned in behalf of the whole batchthat the submission of the project final deliverables be extended. Itold them that it might not be possible due to demo schedulingconstraint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I thought about it and since most of you have expressed that you wereunable to finish the MP by tomorrow, I am compelled to move thesubmission from Nov. 30 to Dec. 5, 2004 430pm.Because of this, I need you to sign-up again for the new demo schedulewhich will be on Dec. 6-7, 2005 only. Please go to Ms. Hazel to sign-up again.Hope the additional days will suffice for the completion of yourproject. Use it wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;heh, special mention? thank you very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-113364528365512228?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/113364528365512228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=113364528365512228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113364528365512228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113364528365512228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-it-is-extended.html' title='so it is extended'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-113310399195582953</id><published>2005-11-27T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:06:31.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DATABAS: Ms Tangkeko's Reply</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Von,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last classes for DATABAS will be on Dec 1 &amp; Dec 6 since Dec 8 is a holiday.  Therefore I have no other option but to have all project deliverables be in by Nov. 30, a day before the last 2 meetings of our class. The last two days are actually devoted to project demo presentation thus I have no other dates to move the demo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sample problems,  I think your propose project objectives are good sample problems for you to accomplish using the language and DB platform that you have proposed to use.  I have been telling the whole batch to study already the language as early as the 4th week.  As indicated in the syllabus, you are expected to learn them on your own.  I have already uploaded sample programs using JAVA and Oracle, which you can use as guide.  Since most language are using standard commands there will be not much difference in logic but maybe in syntax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry but I can not accommodate your request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Tangkeko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Original Message-----From: von nielsen buenaobra [mailto:vonn_o4@yahoo.com]Sent: Friday, November 25, 2005 5:35 PMTo: tangkekom(Tangkeko,Marivic M)Subject: A Plea for Consideration&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Tangkeko,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We are fully aware that the deadline for the passing of our final deliverable in DATABAS  is due on Wednesday, November 30, 2005. Unfortunately, we are having a very hard time deciphering the different codes and syntax needed to finish the desired project. We are pleading to you, Ms Tangk eko, to please move the deadline on the week after next and if it is possible, we are asking you to please upload sample problems in visual basic that uses Microsoft Access and SQL. It will be very much helpful that you recognize our requests in this endeavor that we are facing right now. We will very much appreciate it if you would comply to our requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            On behalf of our batch, catch2t9, taking up BS-ICTM this is Von Nielsen T. Buenaobra, Block President of S14. Thank You for your time. We are hoping for a positive response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&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/11696526-113310399195582953?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/113310399195582953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=113310399195582953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113310399195582953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113310399195582953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/11/databas-ms-tangkekos-reply.html' title='DATABAS: Ms Tangkeko&apos;s Reply'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-113180153447061764</id><published>2005-11-12T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:18:54.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminisce at recto station</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heard the song &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white christmas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;at the lrt station awhile ago.. and for some weird reason it got me in the mood do a little reminiscing. i don't know why, but i felt kinda sad.. maybe it's because i miss dale alot. by the way, dale is my crush from my former school. we both go way back. actually, his the first guy that i ever really loved. poured my heart and soul for him. anyway, christmas is coming soon. i hope i have a good one.ü&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/11696526-113180153447061764?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/113180153447061764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=113180153447061764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113180153447061764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113180153447061764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/11/reminisce-at-recto-station.html' title='reminisce at recto station'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-113172486906120689</id><published>2005-11-11T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:10:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's been awhile. hehe. well. i just noticed that this week i became more self absorbed and quiet. i don't know why but i'm really enjoying things right now. the people that hated me most before are beggining to notice the real me. actually. there's only one guy that hates me. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reason: i'm gay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway. about that guy, these days there are alot of times that...(A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOD! what happened to my english writing skills?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(A)na tumatabi siya sakin and the number of instances that he talks to me is steadily increasing. kinda weird actually, but i guess he has come to his senses. thanks for that. the world as i view it now is kinda interesting, alot of things changed, i am even more confident, specially when i ride the lrt. haha. i'm not like the other peeps there who just stare at whatever they can stare at. me? nagpapakaewan. haha. it's either i'm reading a book, singing out loud(but not that loud) or just relaxing. &lt;strong&gt;"feel at home" &lt;/strong&gt;haha. well i guess it helps me clear things in my head. and i feel much better that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;starting today, there will be hell. simply because of the fact that the deadline for our papers, business cases, project proposals, machine projects and presentations are coming soon. what i'm most worried about is my machine project since my prof keeps on being absent. the problem? she has not taught us anything that is connected to the project yet. man, this is bull. anyway. i hope things work out fine. i have god by my side! thanks god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm getting really fat. but i think because of that, i'm getting more cuter. hehe. cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-113172486906120689?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/113172486906120689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=113172486906120689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113172486906120689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113172486906120689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/11/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-113126724994060998</id><published>2005-11-06T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:54:09.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's new?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's been quite awhile. i haven't posted even one of the countless things that have happened for the past two months(i think). so there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;changed my url.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's &lt;a href="http://vonthatsme.blogspot.com"&gt;http://&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;vonthatsme.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bought a new pair of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;getting really fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now using &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shoulders&lt;/span&gt; but it isn't working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;due to massive amount of stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went to gateway. dami bi dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;getting high grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;everything's just good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;loneliness: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Noun&lt;br /&gt;1. loneliness - the state of being alone in solitary isolation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/solitariness"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;solitariness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/isolation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;isolation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; - a state of separation between persons or groups&lt;br /&gt;2. loneliness - sadness resulting from being forsaken or abandoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/forlornness"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;forlornness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/desolation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;desolation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/sadness"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/unhappiness"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;unhappiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; - emotions experienced when not in a state of well-being&lt;br /&gt;3. loneliness - a disposition toward being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/aloneness"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;aloneness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/lonesomeness"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;lonesomeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/solitude"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/disposition"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;disposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/temperament"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;temperament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; - your usual mood; "he has a happy disposition"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but for me? loneliness is enjoying one's self. it's been two weeks since i let go of my so-called "barkada". but with this, i discovered something. being alone is not that bad. actually, it's very fulfilling. yes, people would think that you're weird when you're always just by yourself. but waht do they know? hehe. sometimes, i don't even notice that i only really enjoy when i'm only by myself. hahah. just like when i was at the conserve. i was there playing final fanatsy vii(instead of studying). all alone. hahha. my blockmates even thought that i was mad at them. cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so there. being lonely is not bad. it's cute.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-113126724994060998?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/113126724994060998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=113126724994060998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113126724994060998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/113126724994060998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-new.html' title='what&apos;s new?'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112893538284232393</id><published>2005-10-10T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:09:42.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet Symphony- The Verve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause it's a bitter sweet symphony that's life...Try to make ends meet , you're a slave to the money then you die.I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,but I'm here in my mould , I am here in my mould.But I'm a million different people from one day to the next...I can't change my mould , no,no,no,no,no,no,no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I've never prayed,But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah.I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now.But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.&lt;br /&gt;No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,but I'm here in my mould , I am here in my mould.And I'm a million different people from one day to the nextI can't change my mould, no,no,no,no,no,no,no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever been down?I can change, I can change...&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life.Trying to make ends meet, try to find somebody then you die.You know I can change, I can change, I can change,but I'm here in my mould, I am here in my mould.And I'm a million different people from one day to the next.I can't change my mould, no,no,no,no,no,no,no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We've got ya sex and violence melody and silence(Have you ever been down)(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)&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/11696526-112893538284232393?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112893538284232393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112893538284232393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112893538284232393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112893538284232393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/10/bitter-sweet-symphony-verve.html' title='Bitter Sweet Symphony- The Verve'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112890579375850819</id><published>2005-10-10T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:56:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been very busy</title><content type='html'>hi guys.. been very busy.. so haven't updated anything yet. hehehe. so there. lotsa things happened. and i don't think i cna put it all up here. so maybe next time. hehehe.. i need a new company for DATABAS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112890579375850819?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112890579375850819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112890579375850819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112890579375850819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112890579375850819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/10/been-very-busy.html' title='been very busy'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112696283581461003</id><published>2005-09-17T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:05:29.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i got this form a friend. eight simple things that we sometimes forget. la lng. ako rin. i forget this things.. some of them i don't even practice.. so starting right now.. i'll change for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE GIFT OF LISTENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Really listen – no interrupting, no daydreaming, no planning your response. Just listening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE GIFT OF AFFECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Be generous with appropriate hugs, kisses, pats on the back and handholds. Share your love with family &amp;amp; friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Clip cartoons. Share articles and funny stories. Your gift will say, "I love to laugh with you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It can be a simple "Thanks for the help" note or a full sonnet. A brief, handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime, and may even change a life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A simple and sincere, "You look great in red!" "You did a super job!" or "That was a wonderful meal!" can make someone’s day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE GIFT OF A FAVOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Every day, every place you go, do something kind for someone around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There are times when we want nothing better than to be left aloe. Be sensitive to those times and give the gift of solitude to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to someone else. It is not hard to say "Hello" or "Thank you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112696283581461003?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112696283581461003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112696283581461003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112696283581461003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112696283581461003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/09/eight-things.html' title='Eight Things'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112685980604944030</id><published>2005-09-16T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T16:36:46.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hardest things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a.. Being questioned when you yourself don't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;b.. Pretending to be innocent of what you know about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;c.. Trying to show you care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d.. Trying to forget something you know you never will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e.. Admitting you were wrong after you have been so insistent that you were right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;f.. Accepting the fact that you made a mistake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;g.. Debating with yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;h.. Knowing what's wrong and what's right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i.. Growing up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;j.. Accepting the fact that some things are not meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;k.. Trying to understand when you just can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;l.. Swallowing your pride when it has become too hard and too big to even gulp it down with water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;m.. Being the last to know about something that concerns you most of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n.. Realizing that you have been tricked after you have given your whole trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o.. Realizing that you have taken the most important thing for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p.. parting with someone you've just learned to love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;q.. Letting go of someone you've loved all your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;r.. Losing someone you care deeply about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s.. Saying sorry when you mean it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t.. Saying how you really feel and Explaining where u stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u.. Knowing what is best and yet doing the exact opposite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;v.. Bracing yourself for the worst kind of pain... &amp;amp; still hurting so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;w.. Loving someone too much and learning to love the pain that goes with it... that even if you learned to let go of the person... you still go on missing the pain you once felt (and there it goes... you fall again) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;x.. Denying to yourself that you're falling... then finally you realize that indeed you have fallen when it's too damn late and you cant get out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y.. Being with someone else when the right one comes along (oooh its sad to belong...) ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;z.. Knowing deep inside that you love someone yet you can't say it out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112685980604944030?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112685980604944030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112685980604944030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112685980604944030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112685980604944030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/09/hardest-things.html' title='the hardest things...'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112683720761846430</id><published>2005-09-16T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:20:07.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5공주들.. talo ang Ateneo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heheheh... lol! saya ng uaap yesterday!! so we didn't go to araneta center yesterday.. but it's ok. coz we watched uaap sa gox nman eh! hahaha! lol! saya.. they even put up a large thingy for the projector! hehe.. dun kami nanood ng uaap! whohoo! ang cute ni arana!! haha.. saya sa gox yesterday, coz dami &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;school spirit&lt;/span&gt; was really present. hehehhe. aion. so there was this guy who kept on taking my pictures. it was kind of annoying at first but ok lng rin. kc ibig sbhin nun. cute ako! hahaha! lol! astig tlaga! heheh.. so til here.. andito lng kc ako sa cafe ngaun eh. yoko ubusin dito! hahaha! lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112683720761846430?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112683720761846430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112683720761846430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112683720761846430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112683720761846430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/09/5-talo-ang-ateneo.html' title='5공주들.. talo ang Ateneo!!'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112652570629604741</id><published>2005-09-12T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:48:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the WONDERS of being BALD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i had my hair cut right? and life has just been so easy for me!! oh yeah! why?? just because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't have to worry if my hair is ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't have to comb my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't have to fixe my hair when the wind is too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't have to fix it just for the sake of fixing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't have to go to the cr all the time (minsan na lng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the girls are crazy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(sorry girls! i'm gay! but nobody's stoppin you from doin so)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the guys are having doubts coz of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the gays are loving it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(sorry conceited!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the BIs are drewling over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sorry conceited. hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the teachers adore it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;helps me think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;makes me act straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mwahhahahaha!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;popularity boost! joke! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm just lovin my hair!!  hoooewwwy!! uuh.. what hair?? hahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112652570629604741?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112652570629604741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112652570629604741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112652570629604741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112652570629604741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/09/wonders-of-being-bald.html' title='the WONDERS of being BALD'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112608197485134532</id><published>2005-09-07T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:32:54.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE in a LIFETIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When thinkin' bout you baby And I don't know what to do, All I think about is you Seems everythin' around me, Things are never understood, The only sense when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've heard it all before Finding so called love, Then you leave it behind, But now I feel so sure, I listen to my heart this time, So I lay it on the line.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that what I've found is once in a lifetime And I know there's no way out, Cause it's once in a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've always been so lonely, No one ever needed a home, There were nights was just so cold Oh don't get me wrong I've been around, And I resign myself to thinkin', Just another start often told, Oh I've heard it all before Finding so called love, Then you leave it behind, But now I feel so sure, I listen to my heart this time With my heart before my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that what I've found is once in a lifetime And I know there's no way out, Cause It's once In a lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It not like I’m running out of time Takin’ everything is right Just another thought I've found Who’ll make me change my mind I know that what I've found is once in a lifetime..yeah And I know there's no way out, Cause it's once in a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112608197485134532?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112608197485134532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112608197485134532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112608197485134532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112608197485134532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-in-lifetime.html' title='ONCE in a LIFETIME'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112597213475160356</id><published>2005-09-06T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:06:15.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enrollment for my second term in dlsu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm. i didn't know that enrolling for a new term was this easy. so dumating ako sa school ng 8:00 and tapos na agad ako mag-enroll ng 8:15. haha. ni walang pila. pero gnun lang cguro kc umaga pa nun. haha. so after nun. may meeting ako sa ovp-activities. walng id si ate cars so we had to transefer to mcdonalds. saya nung meeting. sa dami naming pinag-uusapan pati ung ibang mga tao nakikinig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the things that we talked about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the agenda for the 2nd term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ovp-act tarp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;government transistion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;impeachement or parliament?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jolina vs. katrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aids awareness week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;halloween party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;underground, sa tore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rtr, collection of goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sc office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;christ week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;midterms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;taking morethan 2 majors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;liacom and another course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love life ni simoun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;expectations=disappointments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;enrollment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;adjustment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;man power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;alumni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p.u.s.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;la lng. so un. dami namin nagawa khapon. anf ofcors, masaya maging productive ang araw. so hindi namin sinayang yung oras namin ang naglinis na lang kami ng sc office. haha. maaliwala na xia ngayon. and iniwan ko ung trademark ko dun. eyecatching kc. hehe. makikita na ng maraming tao.=) aion. masaya buhay ko ngaun. last week. frustrated ako maxiado, stressed, wasted. i even thought of killing myself which i don't do. pero ngaun ayos na. all it needed was the loving words of my dad. thanks dad! dl ako this term! sorry bgsak ako sa algtrig. hirap kc mag-adjust sa algtrig. d naman tinuro sa dating school ko and sobrang bilis magutro! promise! babawi ako!!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112597213475160356?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112597213475160356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112597213475160356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112597213475160356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112597213475160356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/09/enrollment-for-my-second-term-in-dlsu.html' title='enrollment for my second term in dlsu'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112597143772159659</id><published>2005-09-06T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:08:39.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mike: sorry i was browsing here kasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mike: di ba kaya karma yun? or parusa ng panahon? maybe you have done an enormous mistake from the past kaya its hitting you back na. it maybe with a family member, friend or other circles. actually read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mike: on the lines, there must be a wrong thing with you. reality wise, you are using the money of your parents na dapat di mo sinasayang dahil sa kahinaan mo too bad malas ng parents mo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mike: sorry i was browsing here kasi and ive read your profile tsktsk kinahiya mo nanay mo, sa tingin mo ba di ka din nya kiinahihiya? i pity you so much. much to your parents. kawawa sila. sau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;karma? parusa ng panahon? excuse me? kilala mo ba ako? hmm. andame mo naman sinabi pero you can't get rid of that fact that you're only assuming on things. hindi mo maalis ang salitang "maybe". oo, you're right about what you said, i'm only using the money that my dad's works really hard for. pero huwag ka naman tumalon sa mga bagay na sinasabi mo pang sinasayang ko. bakit? hindi pa ko nag-aral? hindi ko ba binigay ang lahat ko para hindi bumagsak sa subject kong algtrig? aba tol. hindi mo alam sinasabi. bibigyan langf kita ng karapatan na sabihin na sinasayang ko ang pera ng magulang ko dahil sa kahinaan ko kung ako yung tipo ng tao na gimik lang ng gimik. wala nang ginawa kungi manigarilyo o uminom. masakit mang sabihin mahina talaga ako sa math. pero tol. hinay-hinay ka naman sa mga sinasabi mo. ni hindi mo nga ako kilala eh. oo nga, malas nila sakin. pasensiya sayo. paumanhin po. and sorry? god. naman, i respect you're opinions dude but you went too far. the fact that you assumed that i was ashamed of my mom? oh no. PROUD ako sa mommy ko! sa kanya ko nakuha fighting powers ko eh! oh, siguro kahit di ko siya kinahihiya, kinahihiya niya ko. and wala na ko magagawa dun eh. nasa tao naman un eh. kung ayaw o gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i pity you so much"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you pity me? that's a coincidence, coz i pity you too. masyado kang judgemental tol. sana before you judge other people. alam mo muna lahat ng nagyayare sa buhay nila. hindi ka naman pwede mag-isip ng kung anu-ano at gumawa ng konklusyon sa pagbasa lang ng blog ng ibang tao. salamat na lang kasi sinabi kung ano nasa isip mo. pero sa susunod, sana yung mga sinasabi mu, iniisip mo muna ng maraming beses. ikaw rin. baka ikaw ma karma. pero salamat pa rin. ingat ka na lng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112597143772159659?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112597143772159659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112597143772159659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112597143772159659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112597143772159659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/09/mike-sorry-i-was-browsing-here-kasi.html' title='mike: sorry i was browsing here kasi'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112564107391089609</id><published>2005-09-02T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:04:33.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grievance ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;things are blurry for me. pamilya ba tawag dito?! nampucha naman! nakakabaliw!! gaaaaaa!!!!!! kaasar!!! i'm only 16 and i live a crazy life. khit na natuto ako maging independent simula nung bata pa ko sa palagay ko di ko na kakayanin to.. tangina tlaga.. can't they make things easier for me. oo na, pucha, mahina na ko sa math. pero hindi nman puro bagsak grades ko. tataas nga nung iba eh! alam ko mahal! mahal! putanginang mahal!! pero hindi porke gnun. yuyurakan niyo na ng sobra-sobra pagkatao ko! sasabihin pa maging tapat ako sa sarili ko! putangina! wala na kong ginawa kundi maging tapat sa sarili ko!! aaaaah!!!! at chaka bakit ba kailangan lahat tungkol sa pera!! lahat na lng tungkol sa pera!! naknamputa naman!!!!! ni hindi niyo na nga inisip kung ano nararamdaman ko eh!! pamilya.. ano ba ang pamilya? tumanda ako na hindi ko naramdaman na meron akong pamilya.. i just want this to end.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112564107391089609?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112564107391089609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112564107391089609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112564107391089609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112564107391089609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/09/grievance-ko.html' title='grievance ko'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112552743945211665</id><published>2005-09-01T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:30:39.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>course card day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i got my course cards yesterday! out of 6 subjects. five were 3.0+, but the other one was. let's just say.. sumablay! crap. pero aus lng. hehe. asar tlaga ang math! but yea, whatever. i'll just stick to the fact that i'm really not good in math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112552743945211665?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112552743945211665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112552743945211665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112552743945211665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112552743945211665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/09/course-card-day.html' title='course card day!!'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112283063518405627</id><published>2005-08-01T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T01:23:55.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's happening to our country?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wassup-vonn.blogspot.com/"&gt;what's happening to our country?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112283063518405627?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112283063518405627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112283063518405627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112283063518405627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112283063518405627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/08/whats-happening-to-our-country.html' title='what&apos;s happening to our country?'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112201984781057296</id><published>2005-07-22T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T16:10:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VOICE INSIDE OF ME! grrness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NAKU.. PATAY NA TOH.. TSK³&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FIRST OF ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: i hate my ALGTRIG class pero i try my best to like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SECOND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it hink this are my future class card grades, i can see it coming na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRICT     3.0&lt;br /&gt;INTPROG   1.5/2.0&lt;br /&gt;PEINDIV      3.5/4.0&lt;br /&gt;ORIENT1    4.0&lt;br /&gt;FILIPI1         [3.0, x.x)&lt;br /&gt;ALGTRIG     0.0/1.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//**for sure! bagsak na ako sa algtrig, try ko na lng makakuha atleast 1.0, kc nman. ang hirap ng lessons, ang bilis, and then kelangan daw sa Calculus un. EH WALA NAMAN KAMING CALCULUS! my gaa! huhu.. this is making me cry.. anyway--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;THIRD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;freshmen election campaign week ngaun and next week, barker ako dapat, pero d na natuloy kc i wasn't feeling well. yesterday, i was sick, fever tlaga, nawala kninang morning pero napalitan nman ng stiff neck. huhu. dami ko na new friends. pwede na ilista, d na mabibilang ng kamay. haha! aion. la lng. but kya gnun? wala ako maxiado masulat ngaun? fine, this is crap, just when i had a new layout --i don't have anything to say. haha jove, my blockmte and ever so loving friend burnt me a cd pla. it's filled with korean, japanese and anime songs. 182 song total! hehe!:p baet nia nuh! thanks jove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this crush sa school, i thought xia un. pero hindi pala. haha. lol. pero i have a feeling na ung kausap ko nman ngaun is ung isa ko pang crush. haha!:p lol. tuz meron nnman nag-stalk skin. gnito kc un. ysterday, me, mei and lourdes were at starbucks. eh, before we left, i left a note on a tissue, saying "if you're chinito, cute, white, buffed and sweet, i'm single. text me at this number. ***********. i'll wait for you". know what? meron nga nag message, kya lng. sorry xia. wala ako load. and i think ung nagmessage nman na un nanjoke lng rin. pero if i have time. text ko n rin cguro and meet up with him at the same place. hehe. lol. malay natin nka cute nga! haha! he wouldn't text me nman if he wasn't dba? o conceited lng? haha. lol! anyway. dami ko na nakuwento ah! dito nga muna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//**********vote straight! vote TAPAT****************//&lt;/strong&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/11696526-112201984781057296?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112201984781057296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112201984781057296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112201984781057296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112201984781057296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/07/voice-inside-of-me-grrness.html' title='THE VOICE INSIDE OF ME! grrness'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112186417848652653</id><published>2005-07-20T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:56:18.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MUST READ STORY OF A MOTHER AND A SON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mom only had one eye. I hatedher... she was such an embarrassment. my momran a small shop at a flea market. she collectedlittle weeds and such to sell...anything for themoney we needed. she was such anembarrassment. there was this one day duringelementary school..it was field day, and my mom came. i was soembarrassed. how could she do this to me? ithrew her a hateful look and ran out.the next day at school..."your mom only has oneeye?!?!" ..and they taunted me. i wished that mymom would just disappear from this world so i saidto my mom, "mom.. why dont you have the othereye?! if you're only gonna make me alaughingstock, why dont you just die?!!!" my momdid not respond.. i guess i felt a little bad, but atthe same time, it felt good to think that i had saidwhat i'd wanted to say all this time..maybe it wasbecause my mom hadnt punished me, but i didntthink that i had hurt her feelings very badly.that night...i woke up, and went to the kitchen toget a glass of water. my mom was crying there, soquietly, as if she was afraid that she might wakeme. i took a look at her, then turned away.because of the thing i had said to her earlier, therewas something pinching at me in the corner of myheart. even so, i hated my mother who was cryingout of her one eye. so i told myself that i wouldgrow up and become successful. cause i hated myone-eyed mom and our desperate poverty..then i studied real hard. i left my mother and cameto Seoul and studied, and got accepted in theSeoul University with all the confidence i had.then, i got married. i bought a house of my own.then i had kids, too..now i'm living happily as asuccessful man. i like it here because it's a placethat doesnt remind me of my mom.this happiness was getting bigger and bigger,when..what?! who's this?!...it was mymother.....still with her one eye. it felt as if thewhole sky was falling apart on me. my little girl ranaway, scared of my mom's eye. and i askedher, "who are you?!" "i dont know you!!!" as if tryingto make that real. I screamed at her," how dareyou come to my house and scare mydaughter!" "GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!" and tothis, my mother quietly answered, "oh, i'm sosorry. i may have gotten the wrong address," andshe dissappeared out of sight. thank goodness...she doesnt recognize me.. i was quite relieved. itold myself that i wasnt going to care, or thinkabout this for the rest of my life. then a wave ofrelief came upon me...one day, a letter regarding a school reunion cameto my house. so, lying to my wife that i was goingon a business trip, i went. after the reunion, i wentdown to the old shack, that i used to call ahouse...just out of curiositythere, i found my mother fallen on the coldground.but i did not shed a single tear. she had apiece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.my son...i think my life has been long enough now..and... iwont visit Seoul anymore...but would it be toomuch to ask if i wanted you to come visit me oncein a while? i miss you so much.. and i was so gladwhen I heard you were coming for the reunion. but idecided not to go to the school....for you...and i'm sorry that i only have one eye,and i was an embarrassment for you. you see,when you were very little, you got into an accident,and lost your eye. as a mom, i couldnt standwatching you having to grow up with only oneeye... so i gave you mine...i was so proud of myson that was seeing a whole new world for me, inmy place, with that eye. I was never upset at youfor anything you did.. the couple times that youwere angry with me,.. I thought to myself, 'it'sbecause he loves me..'my son... oh, my son...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112186417848652653?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112186417848652653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112186417848652653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112186417848652653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112186417848652653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/07/must-read-story-of-mother-and-son.html' title='A MUST READ STORY OF A MOTHER AND A SON'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112154780679618593</id><published>2005-07-17T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T05:03:26.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CALL TO SACRFICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;One call we often hear today, when people ask President Arroyo to resign, is the call to make the ultimate sacrifice for the good of the country. Now that is a call that we can endorse. No, not the call for the President to resign, but the call for everyone, not just her, to make sacrifices for the good of the nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The 10 Cabinet members who resigned: many of you are known for integrity. Let your record speak for itself. Can you make the sacrifice of just shutting up now and not defending yourselves, for this contributes to further instability?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Frank Drilon: your salivating for the Vice Presidency leaves a bad taste in the mouth. You manifested extreme hypocrisy and political opportunism in extolling GMA to high heavens and then stabbing her in the back, within the space of one week. Can you make the sacrifice of stopping all moves, including those of your Liberal Party cohorts, of political maneuvering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All traditional politicians: kayo ang tunay na salot ng bayan. Can you make the sacrifice of resigning your posts and fading into complete oblivion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Activist bishops and clergy of the Catholic Church: we appreciate your concern for the good of our people, but we do not appreciate your being at the forefront of political activism. Can you make the sacrifice of sticking to your pastoral duties of ministering to the spiritual needs of the flock and leave the political posturing to the lay people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Brother Eddie Villanueva: God has blessed you by giving you a big flock to take care of. That is your calling. While many disagree with your entry into politics, we leave that between you and God. But what is difficult to take is your insistence, and that of your apologists, that you won the Presidential elections. For goodness sake, you were number five! If you were cheated, it was not only GMA who did so but Fernando Poe and the others as well. Can you make the sacrifice of leaving partisan politics entirely and focusing on the Father's business?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Imee Marcos, Jinggoy Estrada, JV Ejercito: is it not enough that your parents plundered the nation and you were part of that, and now you have not only kept all your loot but are also back in power? Can you make the sacrifice of removing yourselves from the limelight? In reality, you are a major reason why the middle forces are not responding positively to the call to a change in government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nene Pimentel: Make the ultimate sacrifice to SHUT UP! old man. You have ruined your integrity. You have shown the real you, a bitter old man of politics who never achieved what you have always dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;* Activists: Isn't it enough that you are being tolerated despite the fact that you have never contributed any tax for this country? despite the fact that your existence is based on fault-finding? despite the fact thaat the "bourgoise" that you are so against of are the very people who support your existence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Big business: many of you really just care about having a positive environment where your businesses will thrive. Can you make the sacrifice of some of your profits to give more to the poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The poor: we understand that, sapagkat kayo ay kapit sa patalim, you allow yourselves to be exploited and brought to rallies of unscrupulous politicians. Can you make the sacrifice of a few pesos, of bearing with your hunger, and not allow yourselves to be exploited, so that you maintain your dignity and you help sow the seed for true liberation and well-being, in God's time? Have you ever thought that there are lots of poor people because of yourselves, who infact know the true meaning of being poor yet you still contibute in over-population?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cory Aquino: Isn't it enough that you have become President of this country and you will go down in history as the one who gave the Filipinos hope after the Marcos dictatorship? Isn't Kris, your daughter, enough for you to handle? Howcan you have the heart to call for supreme sacrifice when you cannot even manage to call for the same sacrifice from your daughter who has never given this country something to be proud of? On the country, she is the epitome of bratness and low morals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112154780679618593?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112154780679618593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112154780679618593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112154780679618593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112154780679618593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/07/call-to-sacrfice.html' title='THE CALL TO SACRFICE'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112136923655799075</id><published>2005-07-15T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T03:27:16.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;right now i feel numb. i really don't know where my life is leading me. mga friends ko? hmm, d ko nga alam kung friends ko tlaga cla. i hate myself for doubting my acquaintances, but i can't help it. why is it that i keep thinking that my so called friends are just users? are they really just using me? or is it just me coz they have something that i don't like. and most probably i resent. haayz. panu na lng un? am i ready to be a loner? am i ready to neglect my social life? haayz. but ba ko gnito mag-icip. maybe sama rin ugali ko. for now, sa buong buhay ko. 3 pa lng ang people na tlagang masasabi kong naanjan pag kinailangan ko, si maryz, stephen and c bea. but is it rightfor me to rate people? damn, my life is so full of doubt. is it because i'm still adjusting to this so called college life? why do i have so many question that i want to be answered? see? daming question. hay, i need to get back with my life.. which leads me to another question.. did i really have a life even before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112136923655799075?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112136923655799075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112136923655799075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112136923655799075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112136923655799075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112126625949153936</id><published>2005-07-13T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:27:53.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love your parents.. until they're still with you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='gift box'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=24&amp;amp;k=gift%20box"&gt;gift box&lt;/a&gt;. Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money, you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things. When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible, and began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words ... PAID IN FULL.&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are NOT packaged as we expected? be thankful for all the blessings that God is giving you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*touch ako dito.. it even made me think about things.. it even made me shed a few tears.. i'm so bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112126625949153936?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112126625949153936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112126625949153936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112126625949153936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112126625949153936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-your-parents-until-theyre-still.html' title='love your parents.. until they&apos;re still with you..'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112126607733934509</id><published>2005-07-13T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:47:57.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigaw ng isang ordinaryong manggagawang Pilipino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walang kwenta ang Pilipinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: jawbreaker. (isang ordinaryong office worker na ayaw na magbayad&lt;br /&gt;ng tax...ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na mapigilan ang sarili ko. Sukang-suka na ko sa mga nangyayari sa bansang 'to! Walang katapusang corruption, walang kamatayang pangbabatikos, pagbabatuhan ng tae at pagpapa taasan ng ihi ng mga pulitiko sa bawat isa, walang tigil na imbestigasyon ng kung ano-anong isyu pero wala namang  matinong resolusyon, walang puknat na pag-aagawan ng kapangyarihan sa pagitan ng mga partido, patuloy na pagdami ng tamad at tangang Pilipino, patuloy na pakikipaglaban ng ideolohiyang wala naming silbi.&lt;br /&gt;Ang gobyerno ng Pilipinas, talo pa ang septic tank na hinihigop ng Malabanan - saksakan ng dumi at napakabaho. Kaya hindi nakakapagtaka na ang Pilipinas ang isa sa pinakamahirap at corrupt na bansa sa mundo. Kasi lahat sila bulok, lahat sila walang kwenta. Lahat sila sugapa sa kapangyarihan at sa pera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANAK NG TETENG! !$#%Q!&amp;!* @!!!!! KAHIT KRISTIYANO AKO, HINDI KO MAPIGILANG MAGMURA AT HILINGIN SA DIYOS (MINSAN NG PATI SA DEMONYO) NA MAMATAY NA SILANG LAHAT AT I-BBQ SILA NG HABANG-BUHAY SA IMPIERNO. SINONG "SILA"? EH DI MGA CORRUPT NA GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS AND WORKERS, MGA TAMBAY NA PILIPINO NA ANG LALAKI NG KATAWAN PERO HINDI NAMAN NAGTRATRABAHO AT HINDI NAGBABAYAD NG TAX, MGA MAYAYAMAN AT ARISTANG TAX EVADERS, PATI MGA AKTIBISTA, NPA AT IBA PANG IDEOLOGICAL GROUPS NA HINDI NAGBABAYAD NG TAX PERO PANG-GULO!!! MAMATAY NA KAYO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi na lang sinasabi ng mga pulitiko: Ipaglaban ang masa! Tulungan ang masa! Mahalin ang masa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNYETA! MASA LANG BA ANG TAO SA PILIPINAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINO BA TALAGA ANG BUMUBUHAY SA PUNYETANG BANSANG TO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAAN BA GALING ANG PANGPAGAWA NG MGA TULAY AT KALYE? SAAN BA GALING ANG PORK BARREL? SAAN BA GALING ANG PERANG KINUKURAKOT NYO? KAMI NA MGA MANGGAGAWA AT MIDDLE CLASS NA BAGO PA MAKUHA ANG SWELDO BAWAS NA- KAMI ANG BUMUBUHAY SA WALANG KWENTANG BANSA NA 'TO!!!!!!!!! BAKIT YANG BANG MGA MASANG YAN NA LAGI NA LANG SENTRO NG PLATAPORMA NG MGA PULITIKO EH NAGBABAYAD BA NG TAX???!!!! FUCK YOU! KAHIT ISA SA MGA NAG-RA-RALLYING MGA SQUATTER NA YAN, KAHIT SINGKO HINDI NAG-RE-REMIT YAN SA BIR! PERO PINAPAKINGGAN BA KAMI NG GOBYERNO? LAGI NA LANG OPINYON NG MASA ANG INIINTINDI NG GOBYERNO. KUNG SINO ANG NAG-RA-RALLY, SA EDSA, SILA ANG NASUSUNOD. KUNG SINO ANG MAS MALAKAS SUMIGAW PERO WALA NAMANG ECONOMIC CONTRIBUTION, SILA LAGI ANG FOCUS PAG MAY PROBLEMA. SILA LAGI ANG BIDA. KAMING MGA ORDINARYONG OFFICE WORKERS, OFW'S, LABORERS AT IBA PANG NAG-TRA-TRABAHO AT NAGBABAYAD NG TAX - KAMI ANG NAGPAPAKAHIRAP PARA BUHAYIN ANG PILIPINAS. KAMI ANG MGA TUNAY NA BAYANI NG BANSA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing nakikita ko ang payslip ko, nag-iinit ang ulo ko at gusto kong maiyak sa inis. Napakalaki ng tax na binabawas sa akin pero ginagamit lang sa walang kwentang bagay ang perang pinaghirapan ko. Lahat ng pagtitipid ginagawa ko para suportahan ang sarili ko, pamilya ko at ang punyetang bansang to. Ni hindi ako makabili ng chicken and spaghetti meal sa Jollibee kahit gutom na gutom na ko. Nag-tya-tyaga ako sa waffle na tig-P10, o kaya pag may konting pera, junior bola-bola siopao sa Mini-Stop sa halangang P20. Eh kung yung pera ko na pinapangbabayad sa tax sa kin na lang napunta, eh di sana nakakapanood pa ko ng sine at least 2 beses sa isang buwan. Nakabili na sana ako ng bagong rubber shoes. Nakapagpagawa na sana ako ng sarili kong bahay. Yung tax na binabayad ko, karamihan nun derecho sa bulsa ng mga corrupt na mga government officials at workers. Habang hirap na hirap akong i-budget ang pera ko, sila naman nagpapakasarap sa mga mansyon. SUV's at luxury cars pa ang dina-drive nila, samantalang ako sa pedicab lang sumasakay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUTANG INA! PERA KO YANG PINAPAGPAPASASAAN NYO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung tax na binabayad ko, pinapangsuporta sa mga mahihirap. Saan ba galing ang pera pangpagawa ng housing at pagtulong sa mga mahihirap, di ba sa mga manggagawa na nagbabayad ng buwis! Pero karamihan ng mahihirap, kung umasta kala mo inaapi sila ng sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA TOTOO LANG NO, KAYA ANG MGA MAHIHIRAP LALONG NAGHIHIRAP KASI MGA TAMAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming mga tambay sa kalye na walang trabaho pero ang laki ng katawan. Eh kung sila ba nagkargador sa pier eh di sana may pera sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPOS WALA NA NGANG PERA, ANAK PA NG ANAK! PUNYETA! LALO NYO LANG PINAPADAMI ANG TAMAD AT TANGA SA MUNDO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaawa ako sa mga batang pakalat-kalat sa kalye at namamalimos. Imbes na nag-aaral, dumadagdag lang sila sa bilang ng mga future criminals sa Pinas. Hindi ako magtataka na yung batang nakita kong namamalimos sa Cubao, pagkatapos ng ilang taon cellphone snatcher na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUNG MGA MAGULANG NAMAN DYAN, COMMON SENSE LANG! HIRAP NA HIRAP NA NGA KAYO SA BUHAY, MANGDADAMAY PA KAYO NG IBA?! PAPARAMIHAN NYO PA LAHI NYO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palibhasa walang mga trabaho at walang pinagkaka-abalahan, kaya nagkakalabitan at nagsusundutan na lang maghapon, magdamag. Sa totoo lang, nakakabilib. Kasi kahit sa ilalim ng tulay o sa kariton lang,&lt;br /&gt;nakakabuo pa rin ng bata! Ibig sabihin, maabilidad ang mga Pinoy. Kung gugustuhin, gagawan ng paraan. Kahit sa makipot, mabaho at maduming lugar - SOLVE! Isa pang mga grupo ng tao na nakakainis, yung mga aktibista, NPA at kung ano-ano pang ideological political groups. Sabi nila, mahal na mahal nila ang Pilipinas kaya pinagpalalaban nila ang kanilang mga&lt;br /&gt;adhikain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNYETA! EH HINDI RIN KAYO NAGBABAYAD NG TAX! ANG KAKAPAL RIN NG MGA MUKHA NYO!&lt;br /&gt;MGA IPOKRITO! MAHAL DAW ANG PILIPINAS AYAW NAMAN MAGBAYAD NG BUWIS! BAKIT MAY BIR COLLECTOR BA SA GITNA NG MENDIOLA AT EDSA?! MAY TAX COLLECTION BA SA BUNDOK?! WALA DIN NAMAN KAYONG MGA TRABAHO! KUNG MAY TRABAHO TALAGA KAYO, HINDI KAYO MAG-RA-RALLY DAHIL SAYANG ANG SWELDO NYO PAG ABSENT KAYO! PAANO NYO MAIPAPAKITA ANG PAGMAMAHAL NYO SA PILIPINAS KUNG WALA NA KAYONG GAWANG MATINO KUNDI MAG-RALLY AT MAMUNDOK??!!! ISA PA YANG MGA MAYAYAMAN AT MGA ARTISTA, NA NANGDADAYA AT HINDI NAGBABAYAD NG BUWIS. ANG KAKAPAL NG MUKHA NYO! ANG DAMI NYO NA NGANG PERA NANGDADAYA PA KAYO SA TAX!!!! HINDI NYO NAMAN MADADALA SA IMPIERNO YANG MGA KAYAMAN NYO. MASUSUNOG LANG DUN YAN. KAYA LALONG BUMABAGSAK ANG NEGOSYO DITO SA PILIPINAS, KASI MGA NEGOSYANTE MANDARAYA. PATI SHOWBIZ INDUSTRY, BAGSAK NA DIN. KARMA ANG TAWAG DYAN. MGA BALASUBAS KASI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana magkaron ng POLITICAL AND NATIONAL CLEANSING. Alisin (mas maganda kung patayin na lang) ang lahat ng pulitiko at political families sa puwesto. Tibagin ang lahat ng mapanirang organizations at grupo. Itapon sa malayong isla o kaya i-pwersa ng hard labor ang mga sobrang tamad na mga Pilipino. Ihiwalay ang mga bata sa kanilang mga tamad at tangang magulang upang makapag-aral sila at maturuan na maging mabuting tao at mamamayan. Magkaron ng bagong lider na walang political ties at utang na loob sa kahit sino. At higit sa lahat, dapat tax payers lang ang pwedeng bumoto! Kung kinakailangang magka-giyera para magtino ang mga Pilipino, ayos lang. Masyado na kasing matigas ang ulo ng mga tao dito. Gusto ng kalayaan, pero hindi naman handang panagutan ang responsibilidad ng pagiging malaya. Meron daw pinaglalaban na prinsipyo at adhikain pero takot namang mamatay para dito. (Sa mga nakaka-alam sa anime na Gundam Wing, yan ang inspirasyon ko sa new Pinas hehe. I love you Zechs! I love you Treize!) Hangga't hindi nagkakaron ng radical change, patuloy na walang kwenta ang Pilipinas at patuloy na magiging tanga ang majority ng mga Pilipino. Sa dami ng nag-mi-migrate na Pilipino sa ibang bansa, dadating ang panahon na minority na lang ng population sa Pilipinas ang may utak. Yung mga magagaling na Pilipino, malamang maubos na. Sobra na kasi silang na-fru-frustrate at na-de-depress sa mga nakikita nila. Ilang taon pa at aalis na rin ako sa Pilipinas. Wala kong balak na magkaron ng pamilya sa isang bansa na hindi pinapahalagahan ang kontribusyon ng mga taong tunay na bumubuhay dito. Kawawa naman ang&lt;br /&gt;magiging anak ko kung dito sya mabubuhay. Sa totoo lang, broken hearted ako. Minahal ko din ang bansang ito. Pilit kong pinagtatanggol kahit bulok. Nakarating na ko ng ibang bansa, pero pinili kong bumalik. Pero ngayon, ayoko na. Suko na ko. Sayang lang ako sa bansang to. Simple lang naman ang hiling ko. Gusto ko lang mabuhay ng tahimik at maayos. Gusto ko na kahit paano eh maipagmalaki ang Pilipinas. Pero wala eh. Doomed to be jologs ang bansang to. Alam ko marami pa ang umaasa at naniniwala sa pagbabago. Good luck and God bless! Sana tama kayo at mali ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112126607733934509?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112126607733934509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112126607733934509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112126607733934509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112126607733934509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/07/sigaw-ng-isang-ordinaryong.html' title='Sigaw ng isang ordinaryong manggagawang Pilipino'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112126595714380407</id><published>2005-07-13T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:45:57.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAHABAG-HABAG NA GOBYERNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;bkit sa araw na toh, maraming nagagalit, nalulungkot at na-i-inlove? epekto ba yan ng walang kwentang gobyerno na pinapatakbo ni gloria na isang malaking pulpol sa pagiging lider? ating tandaan, ang sinungaling ay kapatid ng magnanakaw. in gloria's case. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASAWA NG MAGNANAKAW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s wala akong kinakampihan na khit anong stand, kesyo resign or no resign. isa lng ang sigurado. loose-loose prin tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112126595714380407?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112126595714380407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112126595714380407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112126595714380407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112126595714380407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/07/kahabag-habag-na-gobyerno.html' title='KAHABAG-HABAG NA GOBYERNO'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112092301471228206</id><published>2005-07-09T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T01:50:39.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>major bummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aion, got home early last friday. ready to complete the things that i have to do for schoo. but when i got to the part where i had to make a program for my flowcharts! wtf?! nawawala ung cd ko sa lscs! and then when i opened it.. ampness! d xia mabasa ng pc! so here i am, stuck on writing programs which i hope would eventually work when i compile it at school. grabe na toh! xiet! tuz napatungan pa!pina-research ako nung major of a bummer na friend koa bout phobias, not only that. she asked me to ask jove if we could borrow her laptop for monday, tuesday and thursday! xiet ah? d nman kc gnun kadali manhiram ng laptop! huhu.. so aion.. ryt now i'm trying to make ends meet.. so i'll update this soon! hehe! bye!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112092301471228206?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112092301471228206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112092301471228206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112092301471228206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112092301471228206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/07/major-bummer.html' title='major bummer'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-112039220521938879</id><published>2005-07-03T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T20:03:25.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under the state of depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahh.. depressed ako ngaun.. wala pa ako totoong pahinga for 6 days. tuz my pasok na bukas. gusto ko na magdorm! huhu.. inis na ko sa buhay ko ngaun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-112039220521938879?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/112039220521938879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=112039220521938879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112039220521938879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/112039220521938879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/07/under-state-of-depression.html' title='under the state of depression'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111994221632754627</id><published>2005-06-28T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:03:36.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasenxia na..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;things happen so fast.. now i've fallen again.. i don't know why.. but i guess what i'm doing is wrong.. i'm trying to ruin a relationship which blossomed from a thing called "just friends".. dude, i'm sorry.. i've been inconsiderate, i've been stupid.. well i've always been stupid.. i'm sorry..i hope you're reading this.. yes, i liked you, right now.. i even love you.. but i guess right now, when i just started showing what my feelings are.. it's already too late.. i'm sorry for that.. i'm sorry for being a kid with not even a sinch of maturity in mind. i'm sorry.. don't worry, ako na lang ang lalayo.. ayoko kasi nang nasasaktan ka and naguguluhan.. alam ko panggulo lang ako.. kaya titigil na ko.. nagsisisi na lng ako kung bakit ngaun ko lng sinabi sayo.. kung kelan hindi na puwede.. pasenxia na sa katangahan ko.. sa lahat ng mga nanyare.. sorry, and ito na lng ang ssbhin ko sau.. ung gusto ko sbhin sayo pag sinasabi ko na "uy... wala lng..", i love you.. ayan.. pasenxia kung gnito ako..pero mahal rin kita.. sorry kung mahal kita.. sana bumalik na sa dati yung buhay mo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111994221632754627?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111994221632754627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111994221632754627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111994221632754627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111994221632754627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/06/pasenxia-na.html' title='pasenxia na..'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111968258820571387</id><published>2005-06-25T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T15:00:09.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AOAC: Aspiring Organization Accreditation Committee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yey! ntapos ko na rin ung poster ng AOAC! hihi.. grabe! nahirapan rin ako dun! eion, as of now i'm still waiting for it to dry, coz i hafta cover it with another layer of paint, para mgnda ung colors! hehe. so un, ysterday, wala pasok!*dies* d ko tuloy nkita ung mga crushes ko. pero ok lng, kc ka-chat ko naman c Jao, ung new friend ko na na-meet ko sa ym then sa tapat meeting. haha! isa pa pla, na-meet ko xia malapit sa south gate, nung 1st time nka-upo lng xia sa bench, the 2nd time around, muntik na kami mgka-untugan. nglalakad kc nakayuko! nyerk! hahaha! so un. dami ko nnman na-meet na new friends ngaung week, c derrick, arben, sam, wyan and ron. then dun sa south conserv, cla dhi, louie, mary, jana, and ung barkada pa nila. haha, ang kukulet nila! hihi.. so un.. saya ng week na toh! tpos nrin kami sa departamental exam sa intrict, so intprog n lng problema ko. ehehe, goodluck to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"guys, gloria is not the problem, it's the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whole system of the government. yes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gloria may be a factor for our country's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;problems right now, but we should learn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be united in making our whole nation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grow and succeed. pare-pareho tayong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mga pilipino dito, tayo lng naman ang &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magtutulungan sa panahon ng crisis, kaya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magbago na tayo!"&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/11696526-111968258820571387?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111968258820571387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111968258820571387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111968258820571387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111968258820571387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/06/aoac-aspiring-organization.html' title='AOAC: Aspiring Organization Accreditation Committee'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111917920304186731</id><published>2005-06-19T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:44:22.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang nakaraang kahapon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ang nakaraang kahapon ay di tulad ng iba, una sa lahat, ako ay gumising, naligo, nanood ng telebisyon, naligo ule at humingi ng pera sa aking dakilang ina upang ako ay makapunta sa pagpupulong ng organisasyon na kinabibilangan ko sa pangalawang kwarto sa ika-apat na palapag ng gusali ng gokongwei. nang ako ay dumating ako ay wala pang alam sa mga nanyayare, malamang, late eh! pagkatapos ng ilang minuto ay pinagawa kami ng mga plataporma tungkol sa mga "issue" sa aming unibersidad at sa gobyerno ngayon. nakakilala ako ng bgong mga kaibigan na sobrang baet at sa wakas isang katulad ko na maaring makasama sa paghahanap ng boylettes. hehe. so un, pagkatapos nun ay pumunta kami sa harap, bgo ang lhat ay ngpakilala kami at sumunod ay ikinuwento na namin ang nilalaman ng aming mga napag-usapan. ang aming tinalakay ay tungkol sa mga cctv cameras na dinikit sa mga walls sa mga corridor. merong punto sa aming pagtatalakay na may nagtanong ng "so what? matatanda na sila! their not our responsibility!", tanung niya ung tungkol sa sinabi ko na "kung maglalagay sila ng mga cameras sa school, dpat meron din sa mga office nila". parang, hello!? oo nga! matatanda na sila! eh panu kung nagkaroon ng eskandalo sa school tungkol sa mga nkitang faculty teachers na gumagawa ng "malicious acts" sa kanilang office, gugustuhin mu pa bang mag-aral sa school na pinagbabawalan ang pdpi kung mismong ang mga guro ang gumagwa nito? sbhin na nting pribado nman ung lugar, eh my nakakita nga eh! at ung nkakita na un ay nakabilang sa mga taong tinuturing na "public", o dba? naku nman tlaga oh.. pero infairness, cute naman xia. hehe. aion so my nkilala akong gwapo, his name's chris ventura, daldal niya kc eh! kya tinanung ko ung name niya! hehe! aion, so uwe na ko.. nung pagbaba ko sa d-jose station nkita ko c carmela and c bea fatima rigodon! xiet! reunion! so sbi nmin ni bea, pnta kami sa rp, dhil naf-feel nmin na maraming tga san benildo dun ngaun.. at ofcorz! tama ang hinala namin! hahaha! grabe reunion! xiet! andun c steph, kzel, jhoan, anjo, tito, roberto, aryana, peter, ardy, dino, jm, marlon and most of all.. ang aking first love na si daniel antonio de jesus! oh xiet! ang gwapo nia! biglang napanis lhat ng guys sa DLSU.. haha.. joke.. aion, so sbi nmin nood kami ng cine.. nood kami ng shutter, tuz un, nung umkyat kami sa cinehan nkita ko nman c erwin, kyle and gem! haha.. reunion tlaga! ampota! xiet! so aion! nung nanonood na kami sa cinema number 1. halfway through the movie.. nag cr ako.. eh nung pagbalik ko, nkasalubong ko si jesse sy! oh my xiet! anu ba toh? destiny? haha! asteeg kya! take note, cinehan un, madilim, almost 10 pm.. and nksalubong ko xia! wahha! grabe asteeg kya! so un.. pauwe, hinatid muna ako ni jhoan sa house then un.. hehe.. tulog na ko! saya tlaga! xiet! dmai nanyre ngaung araw na toh.. as ing, everything's just so wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111917920304186731?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111917920304186731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111917920304186731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111917920304186731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111917920304186731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/06/ang-nakaraang-kahapon.html' title='ang nakaraang kahapon'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111867184522571164</id><published>2005-06-13T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:23:37.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letters: J, D, and G</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;these categories have been proven through the years of thorough research and scrutiny. me and my friends have finally made a conclusion of the greatest probability about the letters.. "J", "G" and "D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Category "J"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the letter that symbolizes straight guys who have no intension of being morethan friends with gay people, but does a good job in being friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e.g. Jack Mikhail Cruz, Joseph Zafra and Jeremy Hui- three acquaintances that are always there when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Category "G"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Guys that are mistaken to be gay, discreet or bi-sexual, which was proven last week. Now a collection of guys are known to prove that teenage dudes, with G as the start of their names are discreet.&lt;br /&gt;e.g. *too confidential, respect for others privacy is being iplemented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Category "D"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the dreaded demons of the gay society, which is quite a mind boggling idea, because most negative words start with "D". Ex. dike, demons, devil, dirtbag, dirtwod, dick, dildo, etc. but these guys are not that bad, the most common case of "D's" being a threat is that most of the guys with "D" as the first letter of their names have traumatic experiences between the same sex, which affects their view of gay people. but this guys, though hard as rock when it comes to hating homosexuals, have their soft sides and eventually become close to gay people, sometimes close enough to have a maelstrom of complications in their friendship coz of feelings swirling in confusion. these things have been proven with some guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e.g. my former love Daniel Antonio De Jesus, and now my present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love.. David? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha! joke! dream on dude!:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this study has been certified and proven, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you don't believe it.. you better believe it!&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/11696526-111867184522571164?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111867184522571164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111867184522571164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111867184522571164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111867184522571164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/06/letters-j-d-and-g.html' title='The Letters: J, D, and G'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111806120864008421</id><published>2005-06-06T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:33:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging? miss it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whooey.. for the first time after two weeks.. here i am, blogging my heart away again. anyway, everything's working out well for me, i got voted as class president, i'm meeting lotsa cute guys, and the lessons although are difficult, i still can manage. hehe, so un.. dami pala ginagawa ng clss pres.. la lng.. so un, knina we went to rp to watch shutter, katakot! hehe.. sigaw kami ng sigaw ni mei.. xiemrpe kaming dlawa lng ngpunta sa mall, kj kc ng barkada nmin.. haha.. maxiado excited umuwe.. hehe.. aion, sana gnito na lng plage, hehe.. neway.. i met 4 new guys? or three.. hmm.. jessy sy, gilbert go, joey reyes, john ong, simoun ferrer and mark kevin acha.. they're all so cute.. haha.. mga chinito kc.. so aion,, mga friends ko na cla.. sya ng week na toh eh! asteeg kya! so un hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111806120864008421?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111806120864008421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111806120864008421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111806120864008421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111806120864008421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/06/blogging-miss-it.html' title='blogging? miss it..'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111735809862266754</id><published>2005-05-29T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:10:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MADAGASCAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="288" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/madagascar.bmp" width="198" align="left" /&gt;last friday me and almost half of my block watched the move madagascar, at first i thought it was boring and almost slept for a few minutes. but then the movie started to get interesting and before i knew it. i was laughing my heart out! bwahaha! i watched the movie wi Claude, Peter, Jm, Mei, Eddie, Ac, Darwin, David, Kevin, Stephen and ung iba pa.. d ko pc kilala ung iba.. oh well.. after the movies we the guys and me went shopping.. haha. hehe.. lagi kami nagkaka-walaan! wahha.. pero even if that happened.. everything was still fun! and it certainly made the block's bond stronger.. hehe.. oh yeah.. before i went home, me, eddie and jm first went to gateway.. man, i didn't know that eddie was such an expert when it comes to shopping! haha! he's so cool.. i'm just a little disapoointed that david didn't get to come with us.. he had to eat with his brother pa kc.. pero he told me naman na next time na lng.. so it means that he wanted to go too.. hehe.. man, he's so cute! anyway.. so there.. alot has happened recently.. whaha.. grabehan!:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111735809862266754?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111735809862266754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111735809862266754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111735809862266754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111735809862266754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/05/madagascar.html' title='MADAGASCAR!'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111703007125476849</id><published>2005-05-25T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:07:51.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1ST DAY DRAMA:Solved</title><content type='html'>everything's ok now.. me and him are back into good terms.. somebody just had to say sorry..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111703007125476849?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111703007125476849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111703007125476849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111703007125476849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111703007125476849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/05/1st-day-dramasolved.html' title='1ST DAY DRAMA:Solved'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111693836043593422</id><published>2005-05-24T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:39:20.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1ST DAY DRAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it happened on our subject ORIENT1, the student swere asked to say their nicks, why CCS, likes and dislikes.. one guy which i really liked stood up.. and when he told us about his dislikes.. it was like this.. "i hate fags".. well it was my turn.. i didn't really want to say it.. but out if anger? i told the glass, that i disliked people who hate fags.. damn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111693836043593422?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111693836043593422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111693836043593422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111693836043593422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111693836043593422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/05/1st-day-drama.html' title='1ST DAY DRAMA'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111645814794643599</id><published>2005-05-19T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:15:09.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LPEP!! Super FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey, wassup! it's me! so our LPEP is finally over, pero ok lng.. it was so fun kc! i met new friends! cla Mei, Claude, Jove, MC, Peter, Jim, Chi, David, Louie, Vince, Ate MArj and Ate KAkach.. hehe.. cla ung mga blockmates ko na in two days.. eh mejo nging close ko na,, c Claude naman, in just one day. haha.. actually c claude ung 1st friend ko sa LA Salle! hahaha! anyway, so ung LPEP! wohoo! super saya! lalo na sa block ko! kc it was like we've already known each other for a very long time.. mga pasaway kc kami! hahaha, S14!! Pasaway! so un.. 1st we registered dun sa Ampitheater, then we went to he central plaza to eat breakfast. after that, we toured a little, and then we went to our rooms.. when we arrived at our rooms, Ate Marj broke the ice, and nag game kmi.. i forgot the title of the game eh.. pero ok lng.. super saya! kumanta pa o ng Sarah Geronimo! nyahaha, c Peter nman ng butt spell.. c Claude kumanta nman ng Coca-cola song.. and c David.. nag Tennis!! hahaha!! after that we met our facilitator.. c Ms. Chars! na super baet and super gnda! haha! eion, after ule nun.. binigyan kami ng half bond paper.. we had to write our nick, after we've written it, then we had to put an adjective beside each letter.. and coz of that.. my nlaman akong secret! bwahaha! joke! eion.. so paglabas nmin ng room.. we went to he sports complex nman, we had to go to the 9th floor kc pra sa event na manyayari dun.. pero before that.. tour muna ule.. nkita nmin ung olympic size pool nila.. and then.. nkita ko na rin sa wakas ang aking mga idols! c michelle and mayette carolino! c maureen penetrante! c manila santos!! c chi saet!! and ung buong team ng la salle! wahoo!! anyway.. after nun.. umkyat n kmi sa gym, then gumwa kami ng cheers, waves, we got initiated, then we watched the dlsu cheer dancers, jazz dancers, and street dancers strut it on the dance floor.. ofcorz nung my kumakanta na.. sumayaw nrin kami.. haha! super sya nga eh!! eion, so pauwe na dpat kami.. me, jove, mc, and ate marj.. actually dapat ksama nmin c david nun.. kya lng.. he took the stairs to go down.. pero ngkita prin kami sa south gate.. ang cute nia tlaga.. promise! haha.. eion.. so umulan ng malakas! grabe! tuz ncira pa ung lrt station pauwe.. kya na stranded muna ko ng sndali.. kc d ako marunong umuwe.. haha.. pero aus lng.. saya parin ang buhay! haha! c you on monday na lng guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111645814794643599?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111645814794643599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111645814794643599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111645814794643599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111645814794643599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/05/lpep-super-fun.html' title='LPEP!! Super FUN!!!'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111622547253869405</id><published>2005-05-16T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T14:41:32.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LPEP na tomoroe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="inuman" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/32.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yey! my long wait for tomorrow is finally over! tomorrow, is the LPEP for all CCS students! wohoo! dami kong new friends na gwapong makikilala! this is a time for celebration! inuman na toh!! hahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111622547253869405?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111622547253869405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111622547253869405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111622547253869405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111622547253869405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/05/lpep-na-tomoroe.html' title='LPEP na tomoroe!'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111559413055824265</id><published>2005-05-09T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T07:15:30.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/28.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today is my dad's birthday! happy birthday daddy! i love you!! keep healthy!!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111559413055824265?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111559413055824265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111559413055824265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111559413055824265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111559413055824265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy!!'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111518566258072439</id><published>2005-05-04T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:48:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enrollment for my first term in DLSU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;awhile ago, i went to DLSU to enroll for my first term. i wasn't really nervous of having to go there by my own.. but i managed to survive.. lol. anyway, the majority of my classmates are guys, and most of them are o-m-g gorgeous! it was like heaven when i started lining up.. lol.. so everything went well.. i have an orientation on may 17, 7:30 to 5:30 pm and another one on may 18, 1:00 to 4:00 pm.. lol.. so here's me sched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;INTRPRG 1030-1130&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ORIENT1 1300-1400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FILIP1 0800-0930&lt;br /&gt;ALGTRIG 0940-1110&lt;br /&gt;INTRICT 1120-1250&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALGTRIG 0920-1020&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;INTRPRG 1030-1130&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PEINDIV 1430-1630&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FILIP1 0800-0930&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALGTRIG 0940-1110&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;INTRICT 1120-1250&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALGTRIG 0920-1020&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;INTRPRG 1030-1130&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/11696526-111518566258072439?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111518566258072439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111518566258072439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111518566258072439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111518566258072439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/05/enrollment-for-my-first-term-in-dlsu.html' title='enrollment for my first term in DLSU'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111502020397969958</id><published>2005-05-02T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T17:52:30.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a simple night swim..:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/29.gif" align="left" /&gt;yesterday, we went for a swim at club Manila East, so yeah.. it was fun.. it fact it was so much fun! hehe.. at first i didn't wanna go for a swim coz there were to many peepz swimming in the pool, but then i decided to go and have fun.. there were lots of guys in the pool, and some of them were gorgeous! oh my god! so in the first hour of my swimming, i already had two new crushes, one was a moreno guy with rock-hard abs, and the other one was a chinito dude with the sexiest body in the world! lol. anyway, the swimming was so much fun and when the right time came, i started saying hi to all the cute guys in the pool! lol.. i just regret that i didn't have the chance to get their numbers and most importantly their names.. haay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111502020397969958?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111502020397969958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111502020397969958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111502020397969958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111502020397969958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-simple-night-swimd.html' title='just a simple night swim..:D'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111466612125400356</id><published>2005-04-28T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T13:28:41.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday, i went to rp to meet up with kane.. kc we wanted to watch the movie "Can This Be Love" by hero and sandy.. but to our surprise.. d pa showwing sa mall na un! so un, i saw kyle sa isang cafe, so sinamahan ko xia.. lol.. i asked him if he could tell jace to come with.. us, so si jace nman, without hesitating.. said yes.. lol.. siempre natuwa naman ako.. jace said na makakarating xia ng mga 2:30 so dhil 1:00 a lng nun.. ng-ikot muna kami ni kyle.. ngpunta kami sa arcade, tuz dumating naman c olive so sumama siya samin.. lol.. saya nuh? hehe.. so nglaro kami ni kyle sa arcade, and muntik ko na xia matalo! lol.. after that we went to belly burst, kc nagugutom daw c kyle.. lol.. so un.. habang andun kami nakita ko si ronald na ever so crush ko! na infairness eh kilala ako! so tinignan niya ko! edi ng hia na lng ako! lol.. ang cute ng smile nia tuz tinuro nia ko! lol! wahaha!! eun.. saya kaya.. so after that.. punta ule kami sa arcade.. chaka lng dumating c jace.. ang cute nia tlaga.. ehehe, after that.. we went to sta lucia kc pupunthan nmin c vicente na nag-wo-work sa isang stall ng dvd games.. eion, so ako naman.. paikot-ikot.. dahil nagugutom ako and kelangan ko kumain! una bumili ko ng crispy crepe then after that bumili naman ako ng ice cream.. lol.. mejo matagal kami dun sa sta lu.. pero mejo lng nman.. after that olive told us that she wanted to go home na.. so hinatid namin xia dun sa sakayan.. after nun.. pnta kami nila jace sa base1.. hehe.. tgal ko rin dun infairness.. then dumating c dale!! omg!! feeling naman nila kinikilig ako.. pero actually konti lng.. i dunno why.. pero un ang nanyri eh.. d ko nga xia kinausap eh.. lol.. haha.. so umuwe na ko.. i said my byebyes to them.. ardy, julius, kevin, jace, kyle, chi² and dale.. so un! saya ng araw yesterday.. haha.. la lng..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111466612125400356?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111466612125400356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111466612125400356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111466612125400356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111466612125400356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-day.html' title='JUST A DAY'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111432716523380114</id><published>2005-04-24T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:19:25.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posts? getting stupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i think my posts are getting more idiotic as the days progress.. hmm.. maybe it's coz i stopped reading na.. maybe.. i dunno.. but i can't think of posts with sense.. lol.. sorry!! hehe.. anyway, i saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luckymanzano.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lucky manzano's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; blog.. haha! check it out! thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111432716523380114?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111432716523380114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111432716523380114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111432716523380114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111432716523380114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/04/posts-getting-stupid.html' title='posts? getting stupid?'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111432592796027997</id><published>2005-04-24T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T14:58:47.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somethings aren't meant to happen.. but i still need to pay! lol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;confessions of a teenage chucktaylor junkie.. lol! ginaya ko c shayne.. wala lang.. i'm here at rp ngaun, and i think wala na kong pera! kc i mistakingly.. priinted a threepage paper!! eklaboo!! lol.. i have to pay it pa tuloy ngaun!! lol.. so un.. umm.. anyway, i bought a new pair of shoes knina.. spalding! sale xia infairness.. hahhaa.. lol.. aun.. and i bought a polo shirt at arrow.. gnda xia.. lol.. so wala akong magawa ngaun.. and ofcorz.. naalala ko nanaman ung naprint ko by mistake na paper.. tungkol sa pop rock culture ntin ngaun.. wahha.. hmm.. pero ok lng.. cool naman.. atlis i'll learn something new.. something new about the pop culture.. sana naman korean pop na lng ung na-print ko no.. hahha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111432592796027997?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111432592796027997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111432592796027997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111432592796027997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111432592796027997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/04/somethings-arent-meant-to-happen-but-i.html' title='somethings aren&apos;t meant to happen.. but i still need to pay! lol!'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11696526.post-111422688077281594</id><published>2005-04-23T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T11:28:00.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hale Hale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i joined hale's yahoo group awhile ago. and you know what? from my opinion, Champ's really cute! haha! i hope i see him in any of his gigs. lol! oh, and Hale is a guest in Rock MYX knina. just to let you know! if anybody's reading this lol.. hahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11696526-111422688077281594?l=rrreaction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/feeds/111422688077281594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11696526&amp;postID=111422688077281594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111422688077281594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11696526/posts/default/111422688077281594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrreaction.blogspot.com/2005/04/hale-hale.html' title='Hale Hale'/><author><name>vonnielsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17565903329894885554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/vonn_o4/16399zuar21ge8f.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
