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                <title>Things</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 04:33:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, my deviantart works again. I no longer get the white screen of death when I try to access it.<br /><br />I've started drawing again, albeit I'm not very serious about it yet. I don't have access to a scanner so I don't think I can upload any art here.<br /><br />I don't usually write on my deviantart journal. I'm more comfortable with Plurk or Livejournal.<br /><br />Well, that's about it.<br /><br />I need a bit of art in my soul.<br /><br />In other news: I'm in the last semm of my college life. Being part of the student council as well as my other co-curricular activities really eat up my time. I'm about to enter the working life, the daily grind.<br /><br />I'm a bit excited about it. Although I am looking at opportunities to study abroad for free. I hope my average will be enough to get a scholarship. Maybe Australia or Singapore so I don't have to go too far.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Holidays</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 04:41:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Happy Holidays everyone! Sorry for the meager updates. Never knew college could be so fun and busy at the same time. I mostly doodle on notebooks and pieces of bond paper nowadays and I haven't really produced anything I feel is good enough to put here, which explains the lack of updates.<br />
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Y'all have a good one. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>busy like hell</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 01:22:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ugh, the summer's over and I didn't even get to draw anything. The summer's been very busy... almost as busy as the regular schoolyear that I'm beginning to think I can actually get rest this coming sem. I want to write or draw something but I always feel drained.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Boredom</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 00:36:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm playing around with photoshop now. Might have something up before summer ends. Then again, I might not.<br />
<br />
I need to draw. I'll do something soon. I promise, haha.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Valentine's day is coming up</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 07:00:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://wishroll.com/valentinr/kyreii" title="My valentinr - kyreii"><img src="http://wishroll.com/images/v/80x15.gif" alt="My Valentinr - kyreii" border="0"></a><br />
<br />
Write me a valentine?<br />
<br />
Yes I'm bored.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Drawdrawdraw</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 05:00:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ugh, stayed up until three in the morning to draw for the 7 deadly sins themed litfolio. Did Envy, but I might just redo it/ add more to it since I'm not wholly satisfied. Plus I want to use another art style, I'm getting tired of my anime/ comicbook influenced form of art.<br />
<br />
I can do realistic, but I need references, lots of them. And poses are hard for me. The reason drawing took so long is that it took me a long time to come up with an idea and I have the tendency to change my mind completely as I'm putting it down on paper.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Merry Christmas!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2006 04:12:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah, before this site gets flooded, let me wish everyone a merry christmas, hope you and your families are having a good one.<br />
<br />
Wish mine was merry, but hey, best wishes to all of you out there.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>new stuff up</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2006 17:07:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ after a long while, I got off my lazy bum and found the scanner working...<br />
<br />
yeah.<br />
<br />
new stuff up in deviations plus a couple in scraps. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Job Offer</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2006 01:18:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow, someone offered me a job when I get out of college...<br />
<br />
Just so long as I keep my creativity sharp, and maybe learn photoshop. He can get me in as an art director or for advertising. If and when I graduate.<br />
<br />
Wow.<br />
<br />
I just don't know if I still have it. My Design professor in architecture told me I had it, but I've been so out of touch with my creativity the past semester and this summer that I'm beginning to have doubts. I've let myself become bogged down by depression or physical fatigue or mental stress that I have let my artistic skills atrophy. I'm not even at the level of a first year FA student. I'm not even sure I would've passed the talent test if I had taken it last year and I feel I wouldn't pass it if I took it now.<br />
<br />
Maybe I'm overreacting, or he's overestimating my abilities. I've always had problems being extremely creative under pressure. Sometimes my stuff comes out extremely blase, or sometimes it becomes uberly creative. It's a hit or miss situation...<br />
<br />
Cultivate creativity while taking up economics? (I hope my application gets accepted...) Should be a fun three years to go.<br />
<br />
I should learn photoshop just in case. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
<br />
If ever I should fuck this up, I have a few people in mind to recommend anyways.<br />
<br />
Extremely creative and likable personality? ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>oh, fuck</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 03:59:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My subconscious is toying with my emotional strings. It knows all the things I can't have and dangles them/ IT in front of me in a very realistic setting.<br />
<br />
Goddamn it, I never wanted to wake up. I never wanted anything more than to keep sleeping last night and live the dream forever. Instead I wake up at 1 am like I've been doing for the past two weeks and toss and turn while desperately trying to recapture it.<br />
<br />
I'm living in antiquated moments, when words once meant something and parties were worth going to ONLY BECAUSE of the chance that I might see you. I didn't crave the alcohol, nor the music, nor the other beautiful smiling waifs...<br />
<br />
I don't know why I go to parties anymore. Maybe it's a force of habit.<br />
<br />
Oh fuck it all.<br />
<br />
I know I won't be the best at anything, or the first at anything. Nothing grandiose has been planned for my life and I've already wrought some positive changes in the lives of others. So if I'm not gonna get my share, why doesn't a certain someone just kill me and get it over with. He had his chance when I had cancer.<br />
<br />
That's one of the biggest reasons why I don't believe in God anymore. He didn't let me die. That was my greatest wish as a grade schooler who couldn't turn his neck and had to spend three days in a hospital undergoing chemotherapy every three weeks for three straight years. I just wanted death, no frills, no hassles.<br />
<br />
I'm stagnant now anyways, why don't you just get it over with? Maybe it's because you don't exist.<br />
<br />
Yeah, I'll delete this someday. Maybe. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2006 16:06:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2006 16:04:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>nothing much</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2006 06:29:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ doing all my requirements and hoping to god I end the sem with at least a 1.5 GWA so i can shift to economics and get this over with. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>I wish I...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2005 07:53:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I wish I could draw again... ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>SEM-fuckin-BREAK</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2005 06:50:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah! Basketball, PS2, gym and whatever here I come!<br />
<br />
And I'll have time for deviantart. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Damn...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 04:26:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I miss her. I really do.<br />
<br />
I know I shouldn't.<br />
<br />
And I know it's pretty pathetic...<br />
<br />
but I do. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Jark? Now see here!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2005 22:34:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Some background info:<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=29420581&size=o">[link]</a><br />
<a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/21139764/">[link]</a><br />
<a href="http://splat.deviantart.com/journal/6066915/">[link]</a><br />
<br />
Something rotten is happening in Deviantart. You know something is up when one of the FOUNDING members of an organization gets fired. You know it especially when the current admin has given no word as to why this has happened.<br />
<br />
The whole community is in an uproar, as it well should be. Deviantart is a free hosting site for artists EVERYWHERE. The person with the most pageviews is even a filipino: <a href="http://bleedman.deviantart.com">[link]</a> It could be said that DA is being more business-oriented as time progresses, but it has a right to be. More and more people are joining up and the bandwidth is expanding. Ads and membership are needed to fund this dream.<br />
<br />
Yes, DA was a dream. A dream brought to online LIFE by two men Jark and Matteo. It was because of those men that we, the members of DA can post our works and share our comments and views with others.<br />
<br />
As per the policy of deviantart, no member or ADMIN can delete threads or posts. If you post, then it is history. Say your apologies if you must, but you cannot edit your posts. It is because they want to preserve everything in DA. Just recently, a thread about Jark being fired was edited, to put it lightly, by one of the new admin members with no explanations given.<br />
<br />
I didn't know Jark and Matteo up until somebody posted a little stamp as a deviation, but I'm glad I've heard of this. I know a lot about broken dreams.<br />
<br />
Some people at the DA COMMUNITY has suggested boycott. I know this'll be effective if a lot of people join in. Deviantart has traffic precisely because the members post their art. All that traffic will go away. Business and money will go away.<br />
<br />
The dreamers have stopped dreaming. How long can we live within their dreams? ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Aspirations versus responsibility</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2005 03:41:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel my life is defined by two  things. Dreams and repsonsibility. I'm  not going to go all socio-analytical  and apply myself to the entire human  race. I'm going to talk about me and if  you find a bit of yourself, fine. If  not, then I just hope its a good enough  read.<br />
<br />
All things considered, I still think of  myself as a dreamer. Even though I  appear pragmatic at best, pessimist at  worst, I still possess that spark of  hope and longing to attain something  which I so strongly desire. I treasure  my dreams and cultivate them. I do hide  them because I know that dreams are  fragile things, susceptible to being  tarnished or destroyed by outside  forces.<br />
<br />
For all those things that dreams are, I  hold them close to my heart.<br />
<br />
Responsibilities are something I have  always had to live with. It goes with  being a kuya. I'd always have to be the  strong one, even if I'm not. I'd rather  not elaborate.<br />
<br />
The compromises I'd have had to make  are innumerable. And I'll have to live  with them.<br />
<br />
I'm not happy, but I'm contented.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Classic lines girls say</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2005 06:37:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is taken from:: <a href="http://jonasdiego.blogspot.com/2004/09/classic-lines-girls-say.html">[link]</a><br />
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Classic Lines Girls Say <br />
Weve all heard these lines before (us  guys and the few girls who actually had  the guts to court a guy). I suck at the  dating game and even more so when I was  still in high school. I mustve been  turned down by every girl I ever  courted and, consequently, gone through  most of the turn-down lines ever  invented by the female of the species.<br />
<br />
So, without much further ado, I list  them down. Feel free to add your own if  I happened to miss a few.<br />
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For all the guys out there who ever  courted a girl and got turned down,  this is for you.<br />
<br />
<b>1. I love you as a friend/I think were  better off as friends</b><br />
<br />
This ones a classic. All the guys  alive who ever attempted courting the  girl of their dreams mustve heard this  one at one point or the other.  Condolences to those whove had the  misfortune of hearing it more than  once.<br />
<br />
This usually means that the girl likes  you enough to try and remain friends  even though you already attempted to up  the stakes and take your friendship to  the next level.<br />
<br />
Consider yourself lucky that youll be  able to walk away with some dignity  intact.<br />
<br />
2. Its not youits me/Youre just too  good for me<br />
<br />
Another classic but a bit worse than I  love you as a friend line.<br />
<br />
The girl is trying to cushion your ego  so it wont hurt as much but at the  same time shes insulting your  intelligence. Its not youits me!?  I mean, cmon!<br />
<br />
On the other hand the girl may have a  serious inferiority complex and could  actually think that you are actually  too good for her. In which case this  could be a bit of a good news disguised  as bad news.<br />
<br />
She actually thinks that much of you  which could mean that the fat lady  hasnt sung her final song yet.<br />
<br />
<b>3. Im too young to get a boyfriend/  Im prioritizing my studies</b><br />
<br />
These lines are usually used by girls  still in high schoolright before you  catch them with the campus hunk making  out behind the chapel!<br />
<br />
4. Nows not the right time<br />
<br />
She really doesnt like you but dont  care enough or to couldnt think of a  better excuse. Unless, of course, a  family member just died and shes in  the middle of mourning or shes  recovering from chemotherapy or a major  operation.<br />
<br />
In which case, it might not really be  the greatest time to profess your  intent for something more than  friendship.<br />
<br />
5. It just wouldnt work out between us  because (insert reason/excuse here)<br />
<br />
At least the one who says this line  bothered to think of something good for  you. She respects you as a human being,  at least, so be glad.<br />
<br />
6. Im in love with someone else<br />
<br />
Erat least she was honest. Now wipe  your tears, pick up your heart from the  floor, and put away that knife before  you hurt someone (especially yourself).<br />
<br />
7. A good friend of mine is in love  with you and I cant jeopardize our  friendship<br />
<br />
Out of all the lines in this list this  is the one I hate the most.<br />
<br />
Years ago, in high school, I courted  this girl that I really, REALLY, liked.  I actually thought it was going  somewhere. She like me a lot, her  parents liked me a lot, but sadly her  friend liked me a lot too.<br />
<br />
And it was a no-go because of that.<br />
<br />
Theres more of course but theyre,  basically, variations on these 7 lines  but if you encountered new ones feel  free to post them. Id love to know how  the ladies are turning down the boys  nowadays in this day and age.<br />
<br />
That goes out for the ladies as well.<br />
----------endquote------------<br />
<br />
Ugh... sappy frustrations abound... ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>2000 hits.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Apr 2005 21:41:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Twould seem appropriate that after two  years in devart I have garnred 2000  views.<br />
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Thankee all. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>The most potent thing</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2005 20:02:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Trapped in a picture, living inside the  trappings of a frame, solid gold, wood,  silver and bronze. Captured essences of  this ephemeral world frozen into  eterntiy. Someday people will see all  our false smiles, false hopes,  encapsulated memories and think "They  are happy despite the times in which  they lived." Once done, they would sigh  and envy our simple uncluttered  existence. However, once the oppressive  shutter clicks shut, the glee slides  away in a palpable way of muck and  entrails. False pretenses fall away,  leaving the bare, naked, filthy truth  that life really is.<br />
<br />
And here it is, outlined in all its  ichor-stained damnation:<br />
<br />
Nothing remains the same but for the  consistency of death and the potency of  the cup of life. This poison of living  which each and every one partakes of is  but a taste of what is to come in the  damning abyss of hell. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Why do people?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2004 05:26:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A myriad of colours explode before my  eyes, yet in all this life-giving  visual attractiveness of  quintessentially tiny things everything  seems connected with death all the  more. Beauty is wasted on rotting eyes  and the fragmented brain that sits  behind them.<br />
<br />
Why do we stubbornly cling on to life?  It's not as if it delivers all its  promises. Promises are broken daily and  so are hearts with the frequency of  blinking eyes. No dream remains safe  from the harsh clutches of reality that  leads to being jaded.<br />
<br />
We are jaded. The flame of passion and  hope has long been turned to ashes. Our  elders are more idealistic than the  youth who see society in no way the  elder generations have. We have access  to all the information we could ever  want, chock-full of inormation that we  may or may not have the right to  access. We have the same  competitiveness of grown-ups. We do  not, however, have the level-headedness  or the innocence of the generations  past.<br />
<br />
We have lost our innocence at the same  time that the grown-ups forced us into  our books and out of the playground  which cushion ouyr entry into the  world. This mind-blowing excess numbs  us to the reality of what we are  reading, but still retains th meaning.  We only see the hopelessness of the  situation in a detached manner, content  to criticize.<br />
<br />
This has backfired, for, having  finished with our books, we now turn  our scrutinizing brains to the  educators, the grown-ups and believe  ourselves, truly and honestly, to be  able to surpass them. In this scrutiny  they falter and in observing thus, we  lose hope in our society. We begin to  forego the step of fiery idealism and  head straight to disillusionment.<br />
<br />
It just saves damn time.<br />
<br />
"pull the pins,<br />
save your grace,<br />
mark these words,<br />
on his grave"<br />
-themarsvolta ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>photographs</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2004 05:34:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Desperate desolation, that descibes my  depression. It is the wasteland which  made up my mind a few months ago. I'd  be hurt at the littlest things,  overeacting in my self-reflection.  These thoughts which consumed me, as I  read them from my writings, although  cynical, overly maudlin and irrational,  are true.<br />
<br />
I cite an example: There is only one  thing in the world that guaranties  death, life itself. Snake bites, stab  wounds, poisons and dire situations may  come to mind, but there is always hope.  Whether in medecine, other people or  just good genes, none of these over the  fatality rate of life. Everybody who  drinks from the cup of life dies. <br />
<br />
Gaiman's character, death, says that  life and death are just two sides of  the same coin. Same in their  contradictory nature. I beg to differ.  Thy are not two sides of the same coin,  they are one. One serves as the  beginning, and the other serves as an  end. They cannot be flipped at will,  like a coin can. Neither can you keep  one side facing up like you can do to a  coin. Life inevitably leads to death,  the end of eerything (unless your  religion states otherwise).<br />
<br />
There is no past. There is no future.  This moment is all there is, eternity  in a second. One cannot traverse he  highways of time as countless people  have imagined, for there is no highway,  only a point which spreads into  eternity. In geometric terms, a point  is undefined, for one cannot determine  it's breadth and depth.<br />
<br />
Current events:<br />
I got my grades in math high enough to  merit a C+, getting me into the honor  list. I'll be climbing the stage to get  my 3rd honors for the first term. My  grades in math this term appear high  enough, so I'm hoping to get the 2nd  honor.<br />
<br />
ACET weeknd, which I fondly refer to as  "Ah-shet" weekend, was a nerve-wracking  one. It wasn't because the qestions  were hard, well, except for the  abstract and logical reasoning parts,  it was actually the opposite, the  questions were easy. It was the time  limit which made it hard. I mean,  twenty-five items in five minutes!!! My  average is twenty items per minute  during these types of tests, so I had  to go overdrive just to finish my  tests. I finished most of them except  for the abstract and logical reasoning  (which shows I don't have a reasonable  bone in my body).<br />
<br />
Jared's party is this weekend. I'm  actually looking forward to it. It'll  offer me a chance to cut loose, drink  some alcohol, socialize and, well, have  some good, clean fun...<br />
<br />
TD is getting on my nerves. I mean, my  kids can't even give examples of verbs  in the simple present tense, past tense  and future tense using proper  grammar... Jeez, now I know how Dijamco  must've felt.<br />
<br />
I watched Dodgeball and the Exorcist:  the beginning last monday. Forget  Dodgeball, it was a disappontment,  offerring very few in the way of  laughs, I expected more from Ben  Stiller. The Exorcist is a great, great  movie. It offerred a lot of scary  scenes, rarely using the "oops, who  closed the door" technique and other  cheesy horror techniques. The Exorcist  offers scares in the form of  exceedingly unsettling violence in some  scenes an the artistic use of blood.<br />
<br />
Anyway, tomorrow's a half day and I  have to make some palancas...<br />
<br />
Song of the entry: Perfection Through  Silence by Finch<br />
<br />
"Perfection Through Silence"<br />
<br />
Alone at last<br />
together in a photograph.<br />
Our eyes are always open<br />
devoted to perfection through silence.<br />
What am I supposed to do?<br />
Should I sit wait for you?<br />
Listen to me screaming more.<br />
This story is old<br />
only to those that have no mold.<br />
The truth can be bought or sold.<br />
But what are we buying?<br />
Nothing but silence.<br />
What am I supposed to do?<br />
Should I sit wait for you?<br />
Listen to me screaming more.<br />
Fold the corners,break the silence, <br />
fold the corners just for tonight...<br />
What am I supposed to do?<br />
Should I sit wait for you?<br />
Listen to me screaming more. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Money...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2004 05:49:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I finally learned my lesson. Money DOES  make the world go 'round. It hurts. It  DOES.<br />
<br />
Here I am, this pessimistic kid who  thinks that if I give up myself, I can  save others. But no, it just doesn't  work that way. To help others you need  MONEY. MONEY PEOPLE!!! You need to help  YOURSELF to help others. I just don't  get the logic. And damn my messianic  complex, I do have it, even if it's  covered up by all my depression and  attempts at indiferrence.<br />
<br />
It's so fucking wierd. I never imagined  myself to actually WANT to help others.  I even ridicule those people who  fervently believe in "serve God, serve  others" bullshit. Buyt I fell into the  same mold and it continually frustrates  me. I try not to give a damn, but I DO!  And I halved the motto. It's just serve  others.<br />
<br />
In grade school, I actually thought it  easier to love Gpd than love others,  now I find the opposite extremely and  horribly true.<br />
<br />
I hate this cycle. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>PALANCAS PEOPLE!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2004 03:39:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Our class is going on a 3-day silent  retreat on July 2-4. I'd appreciate it  greatly if you'd make me palancas. Mail  em to kyreii_erik@yahoo.com <br />
<br />
Or you could come to ateneo. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Andrew Drilon</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2004 05:04:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This guy was my art editor two years  ago. I repected him for his talent and  creativity. He also put his trust in me  by hiring me for the org. He gave me an  assignment for the cover of the  magazine as my first assignment. I'm  sorry about the poor organization, I'm  still having a fever and on medication,  making me extra groggy... I gave it all  I had, I made ten drafts and two  covers. Although I failed, since my  work wasn't good enough, he still used  a bit of my idea in the cover which  encouraged me. Here I am, two years  later, trying to fill in the shoes th  previous art editors left. Andrew  Drilon quit hilites sometime during the  year of his editorship for "artistic  reasons" later that year, we finally  knew why. He had made ashcan comics.  two of them. And was selling them to  the students for 20 a pop. I bought one  of each, read them and enjoyed them. On  june 12, I saw a book with a nice cover  at ntional book store, SIGLO. I flipped  it open and what do I see? ANDREW  DRILON'S art. I was skeptic of course,  so I checked the artist. IT WAS HIM. He  was in a comic book compilation with  the likes of ARNOLD ARRE and GERRY  ALANGUINAN (makers of AFTER EDEN and  WASTED respectively)!!!<br />
<br />
his blog. <a href="http://brassbuddha.blogspot.com/">[link]</a><br />
<br />
-Uhh,,, fever pitvch... ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>great song by story of the year</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2004 05:30:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The stars will cry<br />
The blackest tears tonight<br />
And this is the moment that I live for<br />
I can smell the ocean air<br />
And here I am<br />
Pouring my heart onto these rooftops<br />
Just a ghost to the world<br />
That's exactly<br />
Exactly what I need<br />
<br />
From up here the city lights burn<br />
Like a thousand miles of fire<br />
And I'm here to sing this anthem<br />
Of our dying day<br />
<br />
For a second I wish the tide<br />
Would swallow every inch of this city<br />
As you gasp for air tonight<br />
I'd scream this song right in your face<br />
If you were here<br />
I swear I won't miss a beat<br />
Cause I never<br />
Never have before<br />
<br />
From up here the city lights burn<br />
Like a thousand miles of fire<br />
And I'm here to sing this anthem<br />
Of our dying day<br />
<br />
Of our dying day<br />
Of our dying day<br />
Of our dying!!!<br />
<br />
For a second I wish the tide<br />
Would swallow every inch of this city<br />
And you gasp for air tonight!!<br />
<br />
From up here the city lights burn<br />
Like a thousand miles of fire<br />
And I'm here to sing this anthem<br />
Of our dying day<br />
From up here the city lights burn<br />
Like a thousand miles of fire<br />
And I'm here to sing this anthem<br />
Of our dying day<br />
From up here the city lights burn<br />
Like a thousand miles of fire<br />
And I'm here to sing this anthem<br />
Of our dying day<br />
<br />
Our dying day<br />
Of our dying!!!<br />
<br />
Sigh... I love the rain ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>My ole BLOG</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2004 06:37:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://kyreii.pitas.com">[link]</a><br />
<br />
Hmm... it seems that I miss the ole  place. even with the porn-stuffed  G-book, it always held a special place  in my heart. (whatever... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" />) So, I'm  planning to bring it back to life. I'll  probably post again in the days to  come. just not tomorrow. doubt I'll be  able to walk straight tomorrow night... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Chiaroscuro</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2004 05:20:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I realize how vulnerable I am.<br />
<br />
I depend too much on others. I expect  them to forgive my mistakes without a  hitch, to accept my quirks... this of  course is plain naivette. Even I should  know this simple fact of life. A lot of  people out there just don't give a  shit. I just can't bring myself tofully  acknowledge this. I know that I am one  of those people who doesn't give a shit  about most people not within my circle  of friends, and I don't even give a  shit for some of my friends.<br />
<br />
Doess this make me a bad person? Yes. I  am bad. No. Because everybody is like  this anyways. Well, everybody may be  too large a geeneralization, but it  applies to most. Even the kindest  people succumb to irritation or hate  once in a while. Dams break.<br />
<br />
What I'm getting at here is I'm tired  of being a nobody, a faceless person in  the crowd. I am tired of being the one  who guards the door to the castle of  Prince Charming and his Princess. Of  being a doormat, a wallpaper, a mere  speck in someone's peripheral vision.<br />
<br />
However, I am a person who is scared  shitless by the spotlight. In public, I  adopt this half-awake look that  distances me from the world. I roll up  my eyes so that only half of the iris  is visible, recently, I discovered that  in japanese culture, this particular  appearance has a connotation that the  person is half-dead. How apt.<br />
<br />
These are some of my flaws. I love  them. For some reason, I am so attached  to this insecure way of viewing the  world that I am resigned to it. And if  it were ever to be changed, I'd have no  idea as to what I would do.<br />
<br />
In this light, I am drawn to people  with flaws, trying to help out, afraid  of being helped.<br />
<br />
People say I think too much.<br />
<br />
On a lighter note: Playing around with  our new dell laptop with a dvd-rom and  a freaking cd writer. Unlimited  internet, 30 gigs, 512 MB? Oh yesss....  I can now download songs from the net  and recive mp3 files from friends.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> It  also has some built in albums, most are  oldies crap such as elton john... at  least I get some sting, the corrs,  daredevil soundtrack, shrek soundtrack  and treasure planet soundtrack. Oh yes,  the police greatest hits... hahaha<br />
<br />
Song of the moment: Right before your  eyes-Hoobastank ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Links</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2004 08:33:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey, since people visit my site, why  don't I link you to some of my friends'  great sites.<br />
<br />
BLOGS:<br />
<a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~varlet">[link]</a> <-Kat<br />
<a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=temperamentalinsanity">[link]</a> <-Sha<br />
<a href="http://imsomichiko.blogspot.com/">[link]</a> <-Michiko<br />
<a href="http://sourires-caches.blogspot.com">[link]</a> <-sabs<br />
<br />
DA's:<br />
<a href="http://erisdoll.deviantart.com">[link]</a><br />
<a href="http://liberti.deviantart.com">[link]</a><br />
<a href="http://mikko.deviantart.com">[link]</a><br />
<a href="http://shinotenshi.deviantart.com">[link]</a><br />
<br />
I'm sure I can add more, but this is  just off the top of my head... ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Scrapbook</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 05 May 2004 09:20:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Transferred some stuff I'm not happy  with to the scrapbook. Scraps are sent  there.<br />
<br />
Oh yeah, PC is still broken... ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>MyPC is broken</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2004 06:00:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ For some reason... Windows is broken.  @.@ no more posts as of today... sigh.  no yahoo messenger... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>MyPC is broken</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2004 06:00:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ For some reason... Windows is broken.  @.@ no more posts as of today... sigh.  no yahoo messenger... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>nearing 700 hits</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2004 05:09:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the person who hits 700 gets something  from me.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> just paste it in this  journal. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
Uhh... you can request anything. I only  use traditional media though... for  fanarts, send me a pic. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Glitch?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2004 04:16:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I added two new pictures (actually, the  sketch and the finished product) Of  which I am very proud of. Please just  click on the gallery to view my snow  queen mixed media artwork.<br />
<br />
Thanks. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Open Letter...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2004 05:38:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ----------------------<br />
note: This is actually a reply to a  friend's journal entry. I felt that  other people needed to hear this as  well... Or I just ahd to shout it  out...<br />
----------------------<br />
<br />
And here I thought I was the only one  with problems. We have the same kind of  problems, we only have diferrent ways  of dealing with them. I am a person who  runs away at my problems or gives in to  them. I have never been consumed by any  compelling force to try and solve them.  I know I will fail. It is not in me to  succeed.<br />
<br />
For the past year or so, I've been  getting insecure. Insecure about my  skills, if I really have talent or I'm  just a wannabe anime artist. For some  time now, I've been seeing great works  by people the same age as me or  younger. I look at my work and think  about why people would actually want my  work. With all the other thousands or  millions probably, better than me, why  would they pay the least bit of  attention to me? A mediocre artist at  best.<br />
<br />
I've had this dream since I was five  years old. A dream where I could make  things appear. I could create anything  I wanted, talk about anything using  images. In my experience, using images  to convey emotion has been more  effective than writing. There is  something universal about it.<br />
<br />
You get angry or pissed by your  situation. At least you still have the  will to get angry. I'm the type of  person who just shrugs his shoulders  and takes the easy way out. I am now  consciously treading the path to  self-destruction. This may sound too  grandiose or morbid to you, but it is  true. I am forcing myself to slowly  ruin my life since I see no more hope.<br />
<br />
The expectations of others may choke  you... and it usually will, if others  expect too much, or expect things they  have no right expecting. In my life,  the expectations of others were all I  knew. Expectations, and conforming to  them.<br />
<br />
I am not a rebel nor a fighter. I am a  broken machine. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Death of my BLOG</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2004 07:11:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Nothin much. Just decided to close it  down due to he lack of responses and my  dying enthusiasm... PLUS, I already  have an outlet in devart so...<br />
<br />
(Not to mention the fact that the  previous entries in my g-book are all  ads for porn...) ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>YeAh...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2004 05:57:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Incubus concert was a blast! They  played talk shows on mute and crow left  of the murder! Two of my favorite  tracks on their new CD!<br />
<br />
LOL, after the concert, I realized I  had no way of getting home, so I slept  over at a friends' house... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> We played  magic cards and lord of the rings cards  until about 3am...<br />
<br />
I also shopped for shoes and a belt and  socks for the prom. We went to  virramall, but we didn't find any shoes  that fit me so... we went to Galle  instead. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Megalomaniac</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2004 21:13:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I HAVE INCUBUS TICKETS!!! I'm going to  the concert!!! Okay, so it's standing  room, but why the hell am I gonna sit  when the band is gonna rock so hard?<br />
<br />
Woot!!! Yeah, wish my friends are  there... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Good Mood?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2004 04:44:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *sigh* I used a pick on my guitar...  and I had a ray of hope... just this  night, after I successfully pulled of a  Bminor... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /><br />
<br />
Anyways, thanks to all the people who  showed their support for me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> It's my  lil brother's birthday today, he's  turned 2. Birthday party on Saturday.<br />
<br />
Downside, my teacher is probably gonna  call because of low grades.. @.@ In a  long test, not the whole term. hooo  boy, I'm gonna get fucked up... ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Death of my guitar.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2004 05:48:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Or, more accurately, I think I have no  skill whatsoever with it and I'd rather  not waste more time and resources on  it. Jeezus, I can't even play any song  since I have a hard time figuring out  how to strum. I have no skill. period.<br />
<br />
*sigh*<br />
<br />
Oh well, another dream broken. ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>I'm BACK!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2004 03:51:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Anybody miss me? Didn't think so...  Anyways, even after I was gone for so  long, I'm not posting anything new up.  I'm just not satisfied with the stuff  I'm producing so...<br />
<br />
Anyways, damn net is working again... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Narda</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2004 20:50:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Woot!!! Just watched a rock concert...  damn... still on a concert high.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" />  Anyways, full details can be found on  my BLOG here <a href="http://kyreii.pitas.com">[link]</a> please visit and  sign the guestbook...<br />
<br />
NARDA RULES!!! ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Punk Rock Princess</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2004 06:13:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.bthere.tv/story.asp?sid=577">[link]</a><br />
<br />
The video of punk rock princess...  Haven't heard the whole song yet, but  I'm already addicted to it.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> My copy  of the osng is broken.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Happy Birthday to... errr... ME!!!</title>
                <link>http://anito.deviantart.com/journal/1666903/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2004 04:34:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lalalala... it's my birthday. *dances  around... then breakdances..*<br />
<br />
I'm 17!!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Breathe...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2004 08:28:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Breathe. I need some time and space for  myself. I need to free myself from the  limitations others have set for me.  They don't live my life, I do. <br />
<br />
I just needed to rant, so hear me out.<br />
<br />
Thanks, as always... ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Merry Xmas</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2003 07:24:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Farewell 2K3<br><br />
<hr><br />
Christmas is only less than an hour  away. The new year is a few<br />
days away. Nothing's Merry about  Christmas or is there anything new <br />
coming next year. Evn if this is true.  I have come to terms with<br />
the fact that miracles happen if people  work for it. Also, bringing<br />
forth a miracle doesn't mean that it  wasn't a miracle. I'm not making<br />
much sense, please bear with me.<br />
<br><br />
<br><br />
I accidentally archived my past entries  and I don't know where to <br />
retrieve them. Oh well, I'll just make  new ones to take their place.<br />
What's lost is lost... At least now  I'll remember to keep a copy of<br />
the archive html... It's alright, I  have text copies of my favorite <br />
entries, so no biggie...<br />
<br><br />
<br><br />
It's Christmas... And I have a fever,  cough, clogged nose... the whole<br />
package. It's a sign to take care of  myself. Maybe I should... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> Even<br />
if it's not for my sake. I now have  friends who'll weep when I die. That's<br />
enough to keep on striving...<br />
<br><br />
<br><br />
2K3 has been one of the most eventful  years of my life. Getting to meet<br />
new people, going to events I usually  wouldn't go to (parties, soirees, <br />
fairs...) It's a year of personal  growth, with it's ups and downs...<br />
<br><br />
<br><br />
Fare thee well my friends, I hope to  see you guys sooner or later. <br />
Sooner if possible...<br />
<br><br />
<br><br />
A great many thanks to all those people  who actually read my Blog. A big <br />
shout out goes to <a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~varlet">Kat</a> for being my  greatest Guestbook poster. the one <br />
who got me into blogging in the first  place. Also to <a>Mikko <br />
</a>who introduced me to <a href="http://www.deviantart.com">Deviantart.</a><br />
And to all those others who helped keep  me going... Merry Christmas and a<br />
Happy New Year to come...<br />
<br><br />
<br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></hr></br> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Merry Christmas...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2003 05:37:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Here's to all those lonely hearts out  there...<br />
<br />
Merry Christmas. <br />
<br />
May the sun shine on your face and melt  the ice in your heart. Set your heart  free, life's too short to waste on  pessimistic thoughts.<br />
<br />
I'm available for art trades. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Not much</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2003 18:34:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Heya, joined the Endless club, Edited  my Blog layout and posted two new  pics...<br />
<br />
Hope this works...<br />
<br />
:ICONthe-endless-club: ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>BLOG</title>
                <link>http://anito.deviantart.com/journal/1514980/</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2003 05:48:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yo, fixed the layout of my blog a bit,  waiting for C&C<br />
<br />
<a href="http://kyreii.pitas.com">[link]</a><br />
<br />
Sign the gbook! ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>UTANG::</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2003 04:20:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Anyways, I have to give Deng a belated  Birthday deviation...<br />
And I have to give whoever got the  250th hit... (I think deng was the  one...)<br />
And various people with birthdays in  november...<br />
<br />
3 deviations, no sweat.  LOL<br />
<br />
I'm open for art trades, requests,  etc...<br />
<br />
November. My god, this month has so  many things in store for me.<br />
<br />
Matrix is gonna be out, nov5!!!<br />
Miriam Fair: Nov14<br />
Poveda Fair: Nov 21<br />
LOTR Return of the King: Sometime this  month<br />
Harry Potter: Prisoner of Azkaban ::  sometime this month<br />
Benz's Play: Nov15<br />
<br />
My GOD! And I have my exams this  month... I need to study. Academics  before social life! Academics before  psychological breakdown!!! ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Comments::</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2003 01:34:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ People, please comment... I'm hoping...  and wishing... that I'll reach at least  500 visits.<br />
<br />
Okeeee... contest. Anybody who reaches  the 250 mark. (how do you figger this  out anyways?) gets an artwork. No  photoshop PLEASE... I suck at it.  Traditional medium. If it's a fanart,  at least send me a pic of the character  you want me too draw... thanks.<br />
<br />
yeah. maybe that'll jack up the number  of visits... oh yeah, just mail me if  you're the lucky one. If I recieve  emails from more than 1 person. it's  forfeited OK? ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Loneliness</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2003 08:30:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Loneliness. Such a powerful thing.<br />
<br />
Anyways, Shaun asked me a favor: to CG  some works. Sure, I said, no prob. I  didn't know I had to CG 11!!! and in 2  days time without a tablet!!! SO now  I'm working my ass off for a favor...  damn, shouldn't have given my word  quickly...<br />
<br />
Loneliness... ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Unang Araw</title>
                <link>http://anito.deviantart.com/journal/1245770/</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2003 06:38:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hmmm...<br />
<br />
Okay, very stressed out today. when I  logged in after 4 days of net  withdrawal, I had 13 messages, sad to  say I just clicked mark as read...  didn't have the time to read and  comment on em all...<br />
<br />
anyways, thanks to all the people who  gave such positive comments on Unang  araw, I really liked that drawing... ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>UAAP!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2003 23:17:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah, the finals are hear and ateneo is  IN!!! After a heated semi finals with  our long standing rivals, the LaSalle  Archers, we got into the finals to  finally face FEU. First game's today...  I wasn't allowed to watch since I got  sick... but I have tickets... Maybe the  next game... LOL!!! Watch out FEU!!! We  beat you by 26 points once. And we're  gonna do it again!!!<br />
<br />
Note: UAAP is like the NCAA (I think)  in the US... so... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>I'm sick</title>
                <link>http://anito.deviantart.com/journal/1213698/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2003 15:15:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Uhh... I have a fever of 38.7 degrees  celsius... damn... so I'm staying at  home and skipping school... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>School</title>
                <link>http://anito.deviantart.com/journal/1207486/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2003 20:08:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ School is taking it's toll on me... I'm  getting migraines DAILY... I'm starting  to bring Declogen to school everyday...  darn...<br />
<br />
Also, I'm failing chemistry... I can't  understand Moles... plus they're making  me tutor my younger sis... who's failed  bio and math...<br />
<br />
School is a big distraction.. LOL ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Life</title>
                <link>http://anito.deviantart.com/journal/1171422/</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2003 06:23:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't think she hates me...<br />
<br />
She hasn't said yes.<br />
<br />
She hasn't said no...<br />
<br />
So, no use worrying about it I deem...<br />
<br />
I was asked to make an ad for our  english reading campaign of our  school... gonna scan it and post it  when i have time... I'm done with it...  nothing special artistically, just  creative... anybody with perseverance  could've done it better...<br />
<br />
Anyways, as i can't take up Fine Arts  coz o my parents... i'm taking up  advertising na lang... para may  "datong"  (cash) ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>Hmm...</title>
                <link>http://anito.deviantart.com/journal/1160034/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2003 04:37:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I asked someone out for the prom...<br />
<br />
I'm nervous... she may hate me... @.@ ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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                <title>NEW UPDATES</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2003 05:49:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hmm... I'm suffering from net  withdrawal... Grabe... binabawi ko  ngayon.<br />
<br />
I'm gonna get of my lazy ass and draw  dorian gray from LXG... Jeez, I didn't  know, but I read his story before...<br />
<br />
Anyways... time to brush up on ink and  watercolor... or pencil and  watercolor...<br />
<br />
Whatever... ]]></description>
                <author>~anito</author>
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