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                <title>long time no see</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 02:12:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ deviant art did not load correctly in my desktop back in paranaque.<br /><br />but now that it's school time again, i'm back in malate. works just right here. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br />i've made a lot of artworks. i hope i find time to post them haha.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~emptyswings</author>
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                <title>shirt design</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 21:03:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm planning to make shirt designs. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />i don't know how a shirt business works yet, though. i also want to study more stuff about shirt design (like, how not to make somebody's tummy look too big, or how big a figure should be in the shirt, etc.)<br /><br />i plan on making graphic shirts or something, using my doodles for my design. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br />(hahah this sounds like a project proposal for introse <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" />)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~emptyswings</author>
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                <title>jackson pollock, by miltos manetas</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 21:42:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.jacksonpollock.org/">[link]</a><br /><br />awesome site. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> i'll use it for my works. ^__^<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>if i were a ballerina...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 11:26:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i would choreograph and dance to smashing pumpkins songs.<br /><br />i DON'T understand why nobody has done that. they actually have some beautiful songs.<br /><br />i wish i could be a real ballerina.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>rum turns to plastic when left in the sun</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 01:42:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ YOU. go on. pretend that i don't exist. i don't know why you do. i didn't think you were the kind of person to do so. now i'm pretty much mad at you.<br /><br />i forgive you only because you and i are humans, and shmoo. <br /><br />* * *<br />on the brighter side... i've realized my one true dream: TRAVELING.<br /><br />it's not a job. eh? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> i'll live my life however it'll go. but i know that i will be able to go around the world, little by little. <br /><br />i won't be able to go out of the country this summer though. but my older siblings suggested an out of town.. just the four of us. i'm pretty excited, i hope it pushes through.<br /><br />summer is pretty boring but i plan to do a lot of things: learn how to bike, start learning Chinese/Japanese on my own, watch helluvalota movies, and sleep my well deserved sleep. plus go out. just out of the house. or out of the real world (using my imagination). i might also get another haircut 'cause it's been a really really hot weather now. hopefully a pixie cut.<br /><br />i'm a homebody with wanderlust. i am not meant to stay in one place, sometimes.<br /><br />i've also been making several songs lately. i love the tunes, but i'm having a hard time with words. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> owel.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>my cartoon animals</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 18:43:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ this is how i made them:<br /><br />- drawn with ink<br />- took pictures of them<br />- adjusted the lighting and shadows in picasa<br />- tinted them with picasa<br />- print screen<br />- paste in paint<br />- crop out necessary fragments<br />- made the background white with paint<br />- colored other stuff with paint<br /><br />they're all digital and traditional. ^__^<br /><br />they're for our machine project in objectp. my partner is lee mei sien a.k.a. coco. i still have to resize them for the actual game.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>new livejournal</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 21:40:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i have a new eljay. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <a href="http://samespace.livejournal.com">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>tell me.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 00:37:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ how do you become friends with someone who broke your heart?<br />how do you know if they still want to be friends with you?<br />what if you just can't stand not being friends with them?<br /><br />do you know who i'm refering to?<br />not that i can't leave without him. but i don't want him out of my life, either. he's... a great friend.<br /><br />it's hard not to be sad, lately. i really try not to be but i can't help it. i know i'll be ok one day, but you know... i can't see that "light at the end of the tunnel" yet. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br />i'm kind of ashamed of having to tell you this. but i feel this need to vent. you know?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 02:43:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ tomorrow, i go back to the real, real world of college. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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i pity britney spears. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> wala lang. she's on tv again.<br />
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anyway. i'm both excited and lazy to go to school. really, all the gig watching, the second hand nicotine, the many books i read.... they've pretty much muddled up the math skills i've carefully built up for the past two terms.<br />
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<i>your silence is almost unbearable, love. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> but i know there's nothing wrong with us... just me being a bit paranoid.</i><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>trying out new stuff helps the emo. :D</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 19:37:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i've had adventures, lately. mostly on my own. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> it really helps with the cool off... <br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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last tuesday, i commuted to robinson's to look around and buy gifts. i saw a few familiar faces (senior officer and a few batch mates). <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> then i watched "beowulf", which was a pretty awesome, but a bit gory movie.<br />
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then last wednesday, i was to hang out with kim and her blockmate, din. i took the lrt and the mrt by myself for the first time! all i could say is, galit sakin ang mga mrt cards! >.< lrt seems to be a lot safer and better than the old lrt; each car has a guard and the cars are air conditioned. mrt, on the other hand, is a pretty busy train. and the people just can't wait to get in! so annoying.<br />
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i met up with kim and din in ayala station... and commuted all the way back to taft avenue. just for cerealicious >.< mga pangarap talaga ni feekaye.<br />
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my companions turn out to be a rather funny lot. because they study in assumption college, they're pretty much in dire need of boys xD don't worry girls, your day will come.<br />
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then we took a taxi to assumption, san lo. i got in <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> by wearing kim's id xD it was a nice, clean school. high school-ish. it reminded me of the high school building in ateneo. i really loved the turtles, kim. kaso one of them kinda scared me, akala ko na-stuck sa net!<br />
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took the shuttle to glorietta. i was alone, by then. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> i went around various stores, ate, bought, and commuted back to taft.<br />
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my feet have been dead tired. and malls do get boring -__-<br />
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i went to the registrar's office in la salle to request for a certain document. i'm gonna apply for australian visa because i just might go and stay with my relatives in sydney for a week this christmas :3. my fire (again) plane ride. but it's ok if i don't make it, for this break.<br />
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the payment for the document was P190! i think it's expensive; i only had P50 pesos left in my wallet.<br />
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or so i thought. i had tucked in a 200 peso bill in a hidden compartment of my wallet earlier that day. so yeah, it's pretty useful to have P200 pesos tucked somewhere. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
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glad that the term is over. i think i might have to repeat trig; even though i passed all four long exams, the finals was really bloody. if i pass it too, sobrang pasang-awa lang ako. i got to hang out with blockmates in yellow cab <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> it was really fun. spent three hours there. then i blew bubbles all the way back to la salle; we went back to get our course cards in fildlar. then i took the bus home by myself... and freaking forgot to pick up my document at the registrar's! ugh.<br />
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i didn't want to go back to la salle this tuesday, since the grades could be seen online. but then i guess i'll have to.<br />
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it's really exciting to commute alone, as long as you have directions and advices from the experienced (i.e. my ate), and you're not really afraid. :3 i plan to have my next adventures in fort boni/serendra, gateway, trinoma, and shang. hopefully i could tag along friends <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" />. let me know if you want to go out with me ^__^ i know how to get to the said places.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>good morning.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 14:03:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i woke up from the sleep i haven't completely had in a week. the window was slightly open. i stood up and checked if my glass of water was devirginized by ants; and it wasn't (ants are a problem here, just leave ANY food alone for 5 minutes, and when you get back, usually there's a few ants circling round and about it). i walked to my window, the scissor sisters were on my iPod (earlier, kenny loggins) because i wanted to think of dancing and be happy.<br />
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instead, i was taken aback by other things:<br />
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city lights, fluffy clouds melting into the distance, a thin sliver of the smiling moon  hanging in the sky. the thought of millions of people miles around me: asleep, running with stolen goods, hold ups, lovers, dreamers, insomniacs, bums. i don't see them but i know they're around. anything is possible, after all.<br />
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i am 17.<br />
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a bright star somewhere near the moon started to move. it hesitated, slid a little to the left, the right, and it shook. i just woke up, and my brain a little fuzzy and nostalgic and sad and happy. the sight was curious, and i excitedly opened the screen and stuck my head out. only to find out it didn't really move.<br />
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then i saw other stars. at first they were few. they were popping out of the sky, one by one. the beautiful, timid beings were coming out to look at the lost me that was looking up at them. watching me in the vast desert i have been wandering in lately--<br />
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happy memories fought with the sad ones in my head. i think life is beautiful.<br />
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i peered at them in return.<br />
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please take me with you.<br />
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i watched them glower and twinkle, talking in the dialect the universe spoke. some of the stars changed from red to white to yellow to white to red to white. some where blue then white then blue. the others were just plain, pretty silver. talking to the world and to me, from lightyears away.<br />
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i looked at the other buildings, and my eyes lingered on andrew hall. i always wanted to be on a rooftop of a high building. i can always wait, but it's one of the things i want to do before i die. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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i am sadly missing someone at the moment but i am happy for us at the same time.<br />
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i am nowhere close to perfect or right. but life is really beautiful. mom says the only sure things in life are taxes and death.<br />
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i am 17, and i will try and be happy.<br />
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my glass of water is beside my laptop. i see one ant floating in it. the stars have gone, and so has the moon. the egg-yolk sun is lighting up the morning with pale golds and soft gray-blues.<br />
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good morning, world.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>so happyyyy</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 04:32:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ today was our PE finals. it meant a lot to me, because i choreographed most of it, and this was one of the rare times i get passionate enough to work on something. it's also my first time to do a choreo and teach a group. it's so hard! of course we messed up. even i did. >.< we did jive, and i wisely chose it because i knew we could put random stuff in it and still look good. it's the teaching part that's hard, since i did both guys' and girls' parts.<br />
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this really makes me feel good because dancing really makes me happy (except cheerdancing [was kicked out of the team during second year xD], hiphop [HOW can i smile in it?], and slutty dances), especially boogie/jive/ballet. i'm not really good, but i know i can dance and i know i enjoy it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> i wish i could dance foreveeeeer<br />
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but nooo. i have to look up a disctru-coding-theory-applied software and be stuck in planet gokongwei, where i don't really have any plans of moving out, in spite of keeping up and surviving out here. >.<<br />
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anyway. all the groups got a 4 <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> but ms said my group stood out and this other group that did chacha and samba (and they were REALLY good! haha go sergio and marimar!) yay for duck arms and bangbang.<br />
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facts: <br />
 1. one of my guy groupmates wore this orange-and-pink striped pants <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />) but he said his zipper won't close O__O so i told him to go back to his jeans, we're in jive anyway. then after the dance i noticed he was still wearing the same pants. i asked why, and he showed me: a green archers button pin (the ones student council sold before) O__O <br />
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 2. i wore a black tube dress with white polka dots <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> it look's cute, and it's also the first/last time i'll wear a skirt in la salle. (not including formal presentations and the like). i also have a white ribbon belt thing for it. kaso it fell into the toilet. i still wore it: i had to. xD<br />
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i'll miss teaching and directing my groupmates, even if i'm not really good at it. i'll miss having my joints nearly dislocated by richmond. i'll miss going early to tenth floor with pax and own the dance floor + mirror. i'll miss dancing and being patient with ken.<br />
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thanks, marc, for your comment :3<br />
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i think this dancing thing's a movie to me, and it ended happily. i'm genuinely happy. i don't always say this, since i do have quite several issues with myself..<br />
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i guess i'm back to my normal life for now. second term's almost over. i didn't run my mp in the lab. and if it wouldn't, i'd rather i'd find out in the demo... but i kinda enjoyed it nonetheless. i still walk around alone but i do hang out with almost everyone in class, just not in breaktimes <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> hay.<br />
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i've had a very down weekend <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> like, it was that time of month and it was MP weekend as well. i was sad beyond reason; i've cried three to four times. and i could think of a lot of reasons but if you ask me i really wouldn't know.<br />
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i want to write more but it's starting to make me sad again. not like anyone would take it seriously, because... you know... it's...<br />
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but crap like that really happens right?<br />
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and i'm happy now. :3<br />
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glad that christmas is coming over! and i am sixteen going on seventeen! and i still don't know how to bike!<br />
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loser. haha<br />
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i promised my brother i'll learn how to bike before i drive xD<br />
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this is a pretty messed up post. hope you're all fine there :3<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>oh oh oh!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 08:28:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i wanna watch wristcutters: a love story!!!!!!<br />
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it's a well-reviewed indie film. must waaaatch<br />
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too bad it's rated r for the "suicidal theme and the language". but it doesn't seem bad.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hd3KsL9oIOg">click this link, if you dig indie.</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>guess what, i'm still alive :D</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2007 07:28:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ it is not the case that murphy was rampaged by bunnies.<br />
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not there exists an x (such that x is an element of all bunnies) that has rampaged murphy as a horde, on her way home from la salle, as per instruction of her death note...<br />
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ok enough of that *was reminiscing disctru and acp days and death note, which i honestly haven't watched but only because justice club loves it*. i feel kinda bad for not going to the la salle victory party! it's just that me wina and joy meant to go there for the free food (because we were hungry and broke, and joy and wina only had enough for commute hahaha). but it was kinda taking long and we were kinda tired so we just went home. well, they went to their real homes, i left for my tito's.<br />
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i'm pretty much swamped with work. it's a good thing i have no org (yet) in which i'm active in. i have jive moves to choreograph (my first! :-s) for my group, the case study, the MP, fildlar translations and subtitling (leader, for once), and i have to juggle those with keeping up with trigonometry.<br />
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i'm REALLY having a hard time in trigo. i just don't get it. i have to know WHY, the reason behind everything, before i understand everything. and i want to ask the prof, it's just that i don't know what to ask. and she's the type whose time you don't want to waste. so you'd feel stupid for asking something stupid.<br />
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if ever i'm gonna repeat, i guess i wouldn't mind.. better than getting to the next term still dazed and confused right? and "i'd rather fail than cheat". hah. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> my brother had said that before.<br />
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uhm. HEY YOU GUYS. READ BOB ONG BOOKS. he's really good. matino siya. pretty easy to understand, too. and above anything else, his works are witty and pretty much down to earth.<br />
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that's all. i hope you guys are doing fine wherever you are :3.<br />
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shucks. while we're toiling away and approaching midterms, the other colleges are having their nice, fat sembreaks! hahaha.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>DEATH NOTE</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 05:37:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ DEATH NOTE: murphy will die by being rampaged by a horde of bunnies... on her way home from la salle...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~emptyswings</author>
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                <title>real people, imaginary people, and in betweens. i </title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 03:02:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ real friends, people who are real to you, bring out the real you.<br />
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real people are those whose lives you could get a grasp of, those you feel a connection to. real people somehow know you, even though you haven't told them much.  and it's really nobody's fault.<br />
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imaginary people are those who are unintentionally meaningless to you, in a way that you can't feel them, you don't get them, you don't understand them at all. and it's really nobody's fault.<br />
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and then there are the people who are in between real and imaginary. there but not there. there's a thin, almost impenetrible glass between you and them. and it's really nobody's fault.<br />
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and that's how the world is. whether we like it or not. at least, that's how i think.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~emptyswings</author>
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                <title>a peculiar night to sell</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 06:11:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you know how, in manila, they yell balut, ri-pair sapatus, taho!, and stuff?<br />
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now there was this little boy who was yelling 'ice creeeam! bili na ice creeeeeam!!' at 9 pm, here in pasaje. and i found it curious, so i slid open our Spanish-era styled windows and looked down. indeed, a small scrawny boy, holding up these little plastic bags. he must be playing pranks, and is on his way home.<br />
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and he looked up at me. and i waved, because i had nothing else to do. and i shut the window quickly.<br />
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and i peeked through one of the missing squares in the window; he was still looking up.<br />
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that's all. i felt like like sharing it to you. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~emptyswings</author>
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