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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNSH04eSp7ImA9WhRbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822</id><updated>2012-02-03T15:29:59.331+08:00</updated><category term="Emotions" /><category term="Surveys" /><category term="Pinoy Pride" /><category term="Blog Reviews" /><category term="Chiz Escudero" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="Music" /><category term="High School Musical" /><category term="Harry Potter" /><category term="YouTube" /><category term="Vacation" /><category term="Philippians" /><category term="WWE" /><category term="Elections" /><category term="Happy Birthday" /><category term="NBA" /><category term="American Idol" /><category term="The Top 5" /><category term="Politics" /><category term="Soccer" /><category term="Link Advertising" /><category term="My Thoughts" /><category term="Happy Father's Day" /><category term="Life" /><category term="KHQ" /><category term="Gaming Reviews" /><category term="Rants" /><category term="Boxing" /><category term="Pinoy Big Brother" /><category term="Exodus" /><category term="Spiderman" /><category term="Movie Reviews" /><category term="Pictures" /><category term="Random Thoughts" /><category term="Weird Things About Me" /><category term="Controversies" /><category term="Dora The Explorer" /><category term="Blog Things" /><category term="Manga Stories" /><category term="Daily Musings" /><category term="School" /><title>Renegade of Cyberspace</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/GlancesAndViews" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="glancesandviews" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQCR3w_eSp7ImA9WxdaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-3431601698340924635</id><published>2008-08-29T10:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:16:06.241+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-29T12:16:06.241+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Surveys" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>ANOTHER OF THOSE SURVEYS</title><content type="html">Here is again another survey. This time, I stole it from Gabby's Multiply which can be accessed here: &lt;a href="http://gcamacho.multiply.com/"&gt;LINK IS UNDERLINED&lt;/a&gt;. Well, let's begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 15 people in any order:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ira&lt;br /&gt;2. Celine&lt;br /&gt;3. Jeff&lt;br /&gt;4. Gabby&lt;br /&gt;5. Gio&lt;br /&gt;6. Patrick&lt;br /&gt;7. Paco&lt;br /&gt;8. Jzan&lt;br /&gt;9. Atan&lt;br /&gt;10. Marti&lt;br /&gt;11. Mc&lt;br /&gt;12. Adrian&lt;br /&gt;13. Raphael&lt;br /&gt;14. Tristan&lt;br /&gt;15. Ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does number thirteen know number fifteen?&lt;br /&gt;- Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you met eleven's family?&lt;br /&gt;- Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you ever date number twelve?&lt;br /&gt;- No. Come on, he is a man and I am straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever gone at a party that number fourteen was at?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes! I remember one which was Carmina's farewell party way back in grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Has number six met your family?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, he has met the family lots of times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is number five good looking?&lt;br /&gt;- Err . . . lolwut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think number eight would come see you in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;- I do not really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you think number three has a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;- ZMONG! Seriously though, that is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Does number two live close to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. She lives in a far away place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you good friends with number seven?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. True or False: Number one is the only child.&lt;br /&gt;- Absolutely false. She has elder siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How would you feel if four and nine were dating?&lt;br /&gt;- OMG! I would feel very very shocked. Both are witty by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever went out of your state with number ten?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes and I remember that time. I was really depressed then and we poured our hearts out and became crazy human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you make out with number five?&lt;br /&gt;- BS! Come on, doing that thing will be the worst sin that I have ever done if it comes to fruition. Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Does number two like Fall Out Boy?&lt;br /&gt;- I really do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you know number three's address off the top of your head?&lt;br /&gt;- Sadly no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think number one would like to date number fourteen?&lt;br /&gt;- I do not know but one and nine will make a perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you had one whole day this month with number six, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Talk about lots of things, play videogames, then some other boy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you be surprised if number thirteen asked you out?&lt;br /&gt;- Obviously, yes. THAT WOULD BE WEEEEIIIIIIRRRRDDD PARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Does number five have a MySpace book?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How do you know number fifteen?&lt;br /&gt;- A good friend and a classmate for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you and nine were to hang out and bring someone else from this list with you, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- NUMBER ONE SO THAT NUMBER NINE WILL BE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you and number ten Facebook friends?&lt;br /&gt;- We do not even have a Facebook account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's number seven's mom's first name?&lt;br /&gt;- I do not know really. I shall check the directory soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever went to lunch with number eleven?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. When I have the appetite to eat lunch, I eat with him and the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What song reminds you of number eight?&lt;br /&gt;- Any metal song period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What religion is number twelve?&lt;br /&gt;- Roman Catholic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is number fifteen the life of the party?&lt;br /&gt;- At times yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Is number ten hot?&lt;br /&gt;- Ask him that please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What school does number nine go to?&lt;br /&gt;- Holy Family Academy and he is my classmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How old is number twelve?&lt;br /&gt;- Fifteen years old. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever been to number seven's house?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you be jealous if number three and number fifteen dated?&lt;br /&gt;- ZOMG! Both are committed already to their ladies come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever spent a night with number eight?&lt;br /&gt;- No haha no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Does number eleven ever make you mad?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. But he thinks I am always mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever been in a class with number fourteen?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes! He has been a classmate of mine for six years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever had number six over?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you related to number five?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, internet-related that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Would you walk pretty far just to see number four?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes. I love my daughter so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever written a letter to number one?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Would you ever run away with number two?&lt;br /&gt;- Why not?! If she wants it, it's damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are one and eight friends?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How long have you known number thirteen?&lt;br /&gt;- Since Grade 4. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Would two and ten make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;- Ten is committed and as for two, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What's the worst thing you've ever done to number five?&lt;br /&gt;- I do not really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What's the most fun thing you've ever done with number nine?&lt;br /&gt;- Play Guitar Hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. One inside joke with number three?&lt;br /&gt;- Ahm . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What if six and eleven went to prom together?&lt;br /&gt;- What'd you say?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What is one random memory you have of you and number four?&lt;br /&gt;- The time when we were talking about how weird our split personalities are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Is number seven straight?&lt;br /&gt;- Susmaryano. Oo siyempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What's the most unbelievable thing that number twelve has ever told you?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm . . . I can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Is number four a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;- She is not IIRC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Have you ever been scared for number fifteen?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes I was during that accident that happened in second year. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. When's number six' birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- November 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Have you ever met number seven in person?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do number nine and ten go to the same school?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes and both are my classmates as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Would you be willing to date number eight?&lt;br /&gt;- WHAT THE HECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Does number fifteen have a Xanga?&lt;br /&gt;- None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Does number thirteen have school tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- None because it's a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Are you currently missing number twelve?&lt;br /&gt;- Err . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Does number fourteen play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;- The recorder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Number eleven:&lt;br /&gt;- Likes to play basketball and is a good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Have you ever been to a party hosted by number five?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Did you get number four anything for their birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- I have not given Gabbeh anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Are number one and three acquainted with each other?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. When's the next time you'll see number two?&lt;br /&gt;- By Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Does number five play a sport?&lt;br /&gt;- I really do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Have you ever gone for a walk with number eleven?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes . . . a walk around the school grounds that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Does number four like country music?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Would you go to a baseball game with number six?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure! Why not? ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Is number two female or male?&lt;br /&gt;- FEMALE! 'Kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Does number nine have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- Soon right Atan? I repeat, SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Does number three's family adore you?&lt;br /&gt;- No and heck, they don't even know me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Do you think you would be on number fifteen's list of fifteen random people?&lt;br /&gt;- Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. When's the last time you have seen number seven?&lt;br /&gt;- I have not seen him yet in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Does number ten own a bicycle?&lt;br /&gt;- I think yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Do you think number eight and twelve would go along?&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Would people make fun of you if you dated number fourteen?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes and it will be a scandal in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Does number fourteen have a fourwheeler?&lt;br /&gt;- If you mean car, then yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What color is number one's hair?&lt;br /&gt;- Black and it looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-3431601698340924635?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/3431601698340924635/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=3431601698340924635" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/3431601698340924635?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/3431601698340924635?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-of-those-surveys.html" title="ANOTHER OF THOSE SURVEYS" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNSXk4eip7ImA9WxdaF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-7694917237522146264</id><published>2008-08-26T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:11:38.732+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-26T21:11:38.732+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Link Advertising" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>TRISH'S deviantART SITE</title><content type="html">I am making this entry to advertise one deviantART site. That site is that of a friend of mine named Trish. Please refer to the left sidebar for it. It's the first image link there. Click it then see her work then be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are lazy to look there, I will make an entry for it. Here is the site: &lt;a href="http://genuine-notions.deviantart.com/"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;. Click it okay? Then there, you will see her awesome work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those who will go to her site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-7694917237522146264?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/7694917237522146264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=7694917237522146264" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/7694917237522146264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/7694917237522146264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/08/trishs-deviantart-site.html" title="TRISH'S deviantART SITE" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8GRHkzeip7ImA9WxdaF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-369108656894968158</id><published>2008-08-26T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:47:05.782+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-26T20:47:05.782+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Surveys" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>SURVEY 002</title><content type="html">Again, this survey came from this site: &lt;a href="http://surveyxlove.multiply.com"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;. So now, I have to randomly name 10 people now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gabby&lt;br /&gt;2. Trish&lt;br /&gt;3. Mc&lt;br /&gt;4. None&lt;br /&gt;5. Jed&lt;br /&gt;6. Kamille&lt;br /&gt;7. Joycee&lt;br /&gt;8. Mom&lt;br /&gt;9. Jitka&lt;br /&gt;10. Haley Williams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 4's voice like?&lt;br /&gt;- Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you trust 8 with your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 1 died in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;- I would cry like a father who lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are 9's eyes (guess if you don't know)?&lt;br /&gt;- Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw 6?&lt;br /&gt;- I have not seen her yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most annoying thing about 10?&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you known 7?&lt;br /&gt;- 5 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you could, would you trade lives with 3?&lt;br /&gt;- No. I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you saw 2 at the mall?&lt;br /&gt;- I would say "Hi" to her and wave my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you talked about with 5?&lt;br /&gt;- The New York Yankees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 6 good at doing?&lt;br /&gt;- She is good in giving advice especially about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like 10's clothes?&lt;br /&gt;- Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 7 have a big house?&lt;br /&gt;- I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you hug 2?&lt;br /&gt;- A friendly hug most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want 5 to come to your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 10's hair like?&lt;br /&gt;- Very nice with red color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you laugh if 4 fell on their face?&lt;br /&gt;- I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could 9 survive alone on an island for a month?&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe yes. She has good instincts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want that 3 has?&lt;br /&gt;- A good lovelife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you see 1?&lt;br /&gt;- Every time that she is online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 2?&lt;br /&gt;- I met her in school. That was Grade 4 and then there, she became my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you related to 7?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 10 make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lied to 5?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 1?&lt;br /&gt;- 13 years old and 4 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 8 single? If not, who are they married to/going out with?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you vote for 9 if they ran for president?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your first impression of 6?&lt;br /&gt;- Naughty well because we had an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could 4 be a model?&lt;br /&gt;- Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you hurt 3, or have they hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;- No and hopefully, it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has 2 been to your house, or have you been to theirs?&lt;br /&gt;- She has been to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What town/city does 6 live in?&lt;br /&gt;- Muntinlupa City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 3 most scared of?&lt;br /&gt;- I do not know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know 4's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 7 know 8?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 5 know 10?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 9 know 1?&lt;br /&gt;- Err no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-369108656894968158?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/369108656894968158/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=369108656894968158" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/369108656894968158?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/369108656894968158?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/08/survey-002.html" title="SURVEY 002" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMAQXY-fCp7ImA9WxdaF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-4796906301475888564</id><published>2008-08-26T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:24:00.854+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-26T20:24:00.854+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Surveys" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>SURVEYS</title><content type="html">This survey was taken from this site: &lt;a href="http://surveyxlove.multiply.com"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;. So the survey goes likes this: I have to name 15 people randomly then boom we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gabby&lt;br /&gt;2. Kamille&lt;br /&gt;3. Jeff&lt;br /&gt;4. Paco&lt;br /&gt;5. Gio&lt;br /&gt;6. Jzan&lt;br /&gt;7. Patrick&lt;br /&gt;8. Marti&lt;br /&gt;9. Atan&lt;br /&gt;10. Adrian&lt;br /&gt;11. Mc&lt;br /&gt;12. Tan Kit&lt;br /&gt;13. Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;14. Renato&lt;br /&gt;15. Joycee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 15 have a friendster?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 7 kissed you?&lt;br /&gt;- I would die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite thing to do with 10?&lt;br /&gt;- Talk about console games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What city does 13 live in?&lt;br /&gt;- I viewed her Friendster just for this. The answer is Batangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 3?&lt;br /&gt;- Through the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you known 1?&lt;br /&gt;- For a year now.&lt;br /&gt;Would you go on a date with 14?&lt;br /&gt;- Now, what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite memory of 8?&lt;br /&gt;- When he did push ups then mentioned the name of his crush way back in Grade 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your first impression of 2?&lt;br /&gt;- Naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a fight with 4?&lt;br /&gt;- None as of now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated 9?&lt;br /&gt;- Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you meet 12?&lt;br /&gt;- In the Internet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 5 play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;- He plays the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone camping with 6?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to 11’s house?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that annoys you about 9?&lt;br /&gt;- Let's just say that he often contradicts my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 8’s worst fear?&lt;br /&gt;- Losing his love I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does 1 usually have for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;- The food from their dinner last night according to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you known 15?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm, 5 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone with 3?&lt;br /&gt;- To many websites LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done anything illegal with 4?&lt;br /&gt;- None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does 11 want to do when (s)he is older?&lt;br /&gt;- Become an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are 3 and 14 friends?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated 7?&lt;br /&gt;- Earlier, you said kiss now a date? Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 2 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, in fact she has two kittens and a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you related to 12?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does 5 do his/her hair?&lt;br /&gt;- I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 10?&lt;br /&gt;- 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are 1 and 15 dating?&lt;br /&gt;- Same-sex dating?! Oh mah gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do 2 and 12 know each other?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-4796906301475888564?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/4796906301475888564/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=4796906301475888564" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/4796906301475888564?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/4796906301475888564?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/08/surveys.html" title="SURVEYS" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNQ346fyp7ImA9WxdaFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-6595074540837601202</id><published>2008-08-24T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:23:12.017+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-24T23:23:12.017+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>HELL YEAH. SHUT UP.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Not everyone can be a great artist but a great artist can come from anywhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Anton Ego in Ratatouille-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"They call me hell! They call me Stacey! They call me her! They call me Jane!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"That's Not My Name" by The Ting Tings-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, all I can say to you is please, just get out of my life. I want to move on now and heck, I will do whatever it takes to move on successfully. Yes, I mean it. If you get pissed off by that thing, I do not know now. Fine. I had the fault there. Okay. Do not forgive me. I won't ask for your forgiveness. I simply won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is over. After all, I do not have a mere chance in the first place. So yeah, it is done. I will be over you. Mind over matter - this would be my new battle cry. I will think every day that I can forget you as if you did not exist at all. Yes, as if you did not exist at all. After all, I have to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah. I know I can manage to do this and find someone else. I will be happy eventually. I am sorry but then, I know it won't make anything happen so why care about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm anyway, this month has been a total wreck. First, that crappy thing I did. Second, nothing has been going my way. Third, depression attacked again but that is a thing of the past now. Oh yeah, I am really serious. I will forget most of the past and eventually, I will be numb. Good riddance for the time being. Yeah. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"That's not my name! That's not my name!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-6595074540837601202?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/6595074540837601202/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=6595074540837601202" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/6595074540837601202?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/6595074540837601202?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/08/hell-yeah-shut-up.html" title="HELL YEAH. SHUT UP." /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQDQX09fSp7ImA9WxdbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-8262056510780336091</id><published>2008-08-16T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:16:10.365+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T00:16:10.365+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>BREATHLESS</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could fly! See the world beneath me!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-If I Could Fly by OceanLab-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom was the cause of me making this entry. I really have nothing to do. Well, depression is still present which makes my life jerky. What I did was so freaking stupid. I felt ashamed and heck, I might just as well avoid the person for me to learn my lesson. I see no hope of it getting fixed really. After all, I deserve this thing. Karma really strikes back fairly. So yeah, my advice is be careful with what you say guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is still present. I have managed to not think a lot about some problems but heck, depression just really persists. Oh by the way, my birthday is near and heck, I feel unhappy about it for some reasons. One, the giving of report cards are getting nearer. Two, I fear my CLE, Math, and Physics grade. Three, I am still confused. Like I really don't know what to do with these emotions. Never mind. I can manage anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry to myself for doing that sh*tty thing. I am so damn pissed off. I feel like I really have to avoid the person. Well, anyway, I do not really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life has been tough. Most of the time, you deal with college applications which give you a hard time since there are a ton of requirements that are needed to be processed. Then you have to line up for the processing then those numerous recommendation letters. Mah gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hopefully, I will have a good month of August. That is simply what I am hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-8262056510780336091?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/8262056510780336091/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=8262056510780336091" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/8262056510780336091?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/8262056510780336091?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/08/breathless.html" title="BREATHLESS" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAASXg9fCp7ImA9WxdbEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-4530212678152292359</id><published>2008-08-09T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:12:28.664+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-09T18:12:28.664+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>DOWN BUT NOT OUT?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sending out an S.O.S! Sending out an S.O.S&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-"Message In A Bottle" by The Police-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, when I woke up earlier, I was like sad and felt like a man who got lost in a betting match and lost millions of dollars. That is how depressed I am now. I feel like a total jerk for doing that thing. I feel like one moron who does not possess good moral conduct. I mean, I should have respected that and not asked that freaking question. It is just bullshit to the infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do not know what to do. It's like facing the world with no one around you. I have been here before. The problem is that I am not that capable enough of making that right decision. For some reasons, I have still managed to conquer this problems. However, enough is enough. It's my sheer stupidity and immaturity that is causing this barrage of complicated problems. It's just plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry really. I am really just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression really is a tough thing to overcome. You counter it with positivity. However, how can one be positive if there is nothing to be positive about in the first place? Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my frustration, caused by my inability to recognize that I have to be careful with my words, explodes, I will now end this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-4530212678152292359?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/4530212678152292359/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=4530212678152292359" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/4530212678152292359?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/4530212678152292359?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/08/down-but-not-out.html" title="DOWN BUT NOT OUT?" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcFQXsycSp7ImA9WxdbEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-8351573663974724610</id><published>2008-08-08T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:13:30.599+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-08T14:13:30.599+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>JADED</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reviewing for a total of 23 hours, answering Über hard questions for 10 hours, the first periodical examinations are finally done! In one word, I can say that the tests were frustrating. Yes, frustrating - very frustrating that it reaches the point wherein you want to bash the skull of the one who made the test for its high level of difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first day, we had Physics, Filipino, and MAPEH(yes, MAPEH). Physics was obviously the hardest test even though some of its items can be answered with sheer common sense. Filipino was just fine and MAPEH was kinda tough too - that matching type is giving me the chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second day, we had English, C.L.E, and Math. English was very fine and C.L.E was the headache-inducer. All the questions seemed to have squeezed all information possible from my mind. Math was as usual hard and heck, computing while not having your senses is hard. By this, I mean that it is hard to compute while you are feeling sleepy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, we had Economics and T.L.E. Economics was just fine. Considering the fact that it had lots of confusing questions, it was a fine test. T.L.E was somehow hard with all the conversions stuff included. Heck, I could not care less as I finished the test on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 29, it would be the day that I fear most: C-A-R-D-S O-U-T. Yes, the giving of cards. However, with the new school administration, there is a new catch. That catch is only the parents or guardians can get the card. That is like wow. In all seriousness, I like the move but then, aren't there any better ways than this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 days to go and heck, I just really wish that this year's celebration will be better than last year. Heck, I already have something in my mind. It is just a matter of settling the rough patches in my life first before doing any of the planned things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I did the most offensive sin that I have done in my life. Bullshit really. What the heck have I done?! It's so disappointing. Maybe I really need to loosen up and go to this "reflection mode" once again. I feel pissed off at myself. In all seriousness, I feel sorry for myself and sorry to you as well - you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn is all I can say. I will apologize definitely. Heck, I feel depressed. Do I really just love depression? Damn. BTW, get well soon Arelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Never gonna run around and desert you! Never gonna make you cry. Never gonna say goodbye. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-8351573663974724610?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/8351573663974724610/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=8351573663974724610" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/8351573663974724610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/8351573663974724610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/08/jaded.html" title="JADED" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ERnc5eCp7ImA9WxdUF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-4691951462942803698</id><published>2008-08-03T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:21:47.920+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-03T18:21:47.920+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NBA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>A TALE OF TWO BASKETBALL GREATS: THE PAST MEETS THE PRESENT</title><content type="html">Sports . . .  an avenue for success some people say. Many people get their inspiration from sports. Sportsmen can be considered as modern-day heroes – they can be a source of good moral values such as sportsmanship, determination, perseverance, and the like. With sports, certain stars are born and this writer will be talking about them. Both are considered basketball greats.  Both don the number 23 in their basketball jerseys. Both play the shooting guard position. They are none other than LeBron James and Michael Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan, a product of Dean Smith’s impressive North Carolina Tar Heels in the NCAA, came into the NBA with the Chicago Bulls selecting him as the 3rd overall selection in the 1984 NBA Draft. He was known to be a prolific scorer, weaving through defenses as if they were not there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeBron James, a product of St. Vincent – St. Mart High School in Akron, Ohio, came into the NBA with hype surrounding him largely because of a stellar high school career in which he compiled 2,657 points, 892 rebounds, and 523 assists. He was selected 1st overall by the Cleveland Cavaliers in the 2003 NBA Draft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question still remains: Is LeBron James greater than Michael Jordan? Let us now do the analysis with yours truly giving his two cents on every aspect possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offense&lt;br /&gt;LeBron James can score at his will. Same goes to Michael Jordan. Michael Jordan has amassed a total of 32, 292 points while LeBron James now has 10,689 points. This however must not be a basis for comparison. A good basis for comparison would be on how they score points. LeBron James uses his upper-body strength to will his way into the rim and get the easy two. He does not have that reliable midrange jump shot just yet. He also has had some free throw struggles. Still, LeBron James is one of those good clutch performers. He thrives under clutch moments and makes the most out of them. However, one cannot deny the fact that LeBron James’ dunks are simply outstanding and thunderous. One also must not forget that LeBron is also an efficient passer – trusting his teammates to make that big shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan, considered to be the greatest NBA player of all time, is known to make clutch shots when they matter the most. He is also one of the best passers in the game. He made one play wherein he passed the ball to Steve Kerr for the game-winning shot. He has won six championships (All with the Bulls). He is known to score in bunches – including a record 63 points in a playoff game against the Celtics. With his prolific scoring ability, other teams employed a number of defenses against him – one of which is the famous “Jordan Rules” defense by the Detroit Pistons. He is known to use an array of moves – remember that shot he had against Utah in Game 6 of the 1998 Finals where he  had that flu yet still had the strength to make the game-winning basket? That is how amazing Michael Jordan was during his storied NBA career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDGE: Jordan – simply too good and LeBron has not yet matured as an offensive go-to-guy who is making good decisions down the stretch for the Cavaliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense&lt;br /&gt;LeBron James is not known to be a defensive specialist but we have seen him make outstanding defensive plays. He is a player who is shaky in defense. In the end, he is just an average defender who excels more in offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan is one of the best defensive guards in NBA history. He has been included in the NBA’s All-Defensive First Team for a record 9 times. He has a record of 8 steals in one half of a game. He was the first NBA player to record 200 steals and 100 blocked shots in a season (1986-1987 season). He was a 3-time league leader in steals. He also has the record of most blocked shots in a season by a guard with 131 in the 1987-1988 season. He also has the record of most blocked shots by a guard in a career with 893. Jordan also has won the Most Defensive Player of the Year once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDGE: Jordan – LeBron is not yet that defensive standout and Jordan is simply the better defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playoff Experience&lt;br /&gt;LeBron James has gone to the Conference Finals once and to the Conference Semifinals thrice. He has appeared in 46 playoff games, averaging 27. 5 points per game, 8 rebounds, and 7.5 assists per game. He has one memorable playoff game against the Pistons(Game 5 of the 2007 Eastern Conference Finals) wherein he scored 29 of Cleveland’s last 30 points on route to a victory against the Piston. This performance was described by “Jordan-esque” by Steve Kerr and “one of the greatest moments in postseason history” by Marv Albert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan has appeared in a total of 179 playoff games. He has won 6 championships – two three-peats – all with the Chicago Bulls. Jordan has an average of 33.4 points per game, 6.4 rebounds per game, and 5.7 assists in the playoffs. Jordan has had his share of memorable playoff moments. One memorable playoff moment was when he made that game-winning shot over Craig Ehlo of the Cleveland Cavaliers in Game 5 of their first round series in the 1989 NBA Playoffs. He also had that one memorable NBA Finals moment against the Jazz wherein he made a championship-clinching shot over Bryon Russell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDGE: Jordan – Lots more playoff experience, more championships and simply, he is better at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FINAL WORDS&lt;br /&gt;At present, we cannot compare LeBron James to Michael Jordan. Michael Jordan is a living legacy. No doubt about it. For now, Michael Jordan is simply the better man. However, we must not forget that LeBron James is only 23 years old and has more room for improvement and I consider him to be one of the greatest NBA players alive by the time he reaches his prime. We must not forget that Jordan has had his share of playoff misfortunes and James already has had those playoff misfortunes.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is the limit for LeBron James. Michael Jordan may have had a legacy – one that cannot be forgotten in these modern times thanks to its level of superiority. The bottom line is that Jordan is better than James at the present but then, with James’ current level of performance, we might see a “modern Jordan” in 4 to 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-4691951462942803698?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/4691951462942803698/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=4691951462942803698" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/4691951462942803698?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/4691951462942803698?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/08/tale-of-two-basketball-greats-past.html" title="A TALE OF TWO BASKETBALL GREATS: THE PAST MEETS THE PRESENT" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ICQn4yeyp7ImA9WxdUEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-7396324266572292276</id><published>2008-07-27T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:59:23.093+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-27T15:59:23.093+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>NEW LOOK</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- "Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through some code works and the like, here it is! My blog has now a new look. Just comment about this on the chat box located on the left sidebar of this domain of mine. It's not really a massive overhaul but nevertheless, it is still an overhaul done by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school week was just fine. For one, I was caught sleeping by our Math teacher himself. He was like this: "*insert my last name here*? Again, *insert my last name here*?" Then my classmates laughed and I woke up and I was extremely shocked to know that I slept in Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics has been a chore. One, the quizzes are too tough to answer. Two, the examples given are somehow hard to comprehend. Three, the discussions make me awake yet I could not answer some problems at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.L.E classes have been a mystery. At times, I get bored. At times, I do not get bored. For some reasons unknown yet to me, I find the subject as tough if not appreciated big time by the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.L.E classes have been fun! Imagine this: Baking cookies in school. I call it F-U-N. I never knew how baking cookies was until this year. Thank God for technical education!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catechism has been somehow good. We will undergo our mission sending by next week if I am not mistaken. Hopefully, I will have the patience needed to teach young students about the Catholic faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English has been so far, the best subject that I have been through this year. The teacher is simply awesome. The teacher never bores me and I like the way the subject is being taught. Student participation has been high if my observations are to be based. The quizzes are not that hard and the topics are very very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino has been good too. The way things are handled by our teacher have been laudable. The lessons have been somewhat not that interesting at some point for me but still, they are damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPE, oh gawd. I never found myself having an artistic talent. What the heck?! What about my physical conditioning, who the hell cares now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health, I would like my comments on this subject to be reserved only to myself and to my friends at school. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I am loving my section. It is definitely better than my section last year which I despised big time for reasons that I won't tell since I do not want to drag myself onto a controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I want to be one of the best this academic year and I will do whatever it takes to reach that goal. For one, I want to stop my losing streak in terms of academic years that started in my 2nd year(weirdly, my 1st year was one good year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social life this time around. My social life has been good. Well, should I say the word "inspired"? Well, I just said it. That is how I am now. Simply amazing eh? But then, if things go to worst-case scenario mode, I might just as well forget that I even had a social life in the first place. That is how I am serious if ever I want to move on and forget some things in my life which has been weird yet I still find it as a blessing nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it for now. My mind suddenly went blank because of mental pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just to throw it away . . . just to throw it away!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-7396324266572292276?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/7396324266572292276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=7396324266572292276" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/7396324266572292276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/7396324266572292276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-look.html" title="NEW LOOK" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IMQXczcCp7ImA9WxdVFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-6841269155174045904</id><published>2008-07-20T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:39:40.988+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-20T15:39:40.988+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>IT STARTS WITH ONE THING</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;It starts with one thing and I don't know why . . .&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In The End by Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh. This week has been somehow good. For one, I do not know but then, I am really just being happy recently. Thank God for making me happy. Thank goodness. But with happiness comes a price, a price that I am willing to pay. That price is I have to face some tough grinds in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain someone has been making me happy recently. Heck, I do not know why but then, I am shy to that someone at times. But one thing is for sure, that someone is making me happy and inspired at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been boggled with thoughts whether I have to continue what I want to do or simply hold back and just forget. God has helped me in answering that problem. Next, I have to conquer one fear of mine and that is talking to that someone. Hopefully, I can overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me happy. I am sorry for somethings that might have pissed you off especially this week. Well, I cannot think of anything else to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I will be taking the UPCAT on August 3 at 6:30 A.M. Good luck to myself. I have to pass this test in all seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song has been stuck in my head for a long time? Well, a song entitled "Viva La Vida" is the answer. Mah gawd, I can't believe the song "Elevator" by Flo Rida feat. Timbaland makes me dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the school year ends, I really want to dance Caramelldansen in the classroom. There are 39 days left before my birthday. Hopefully, I will have a good birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;It doesn't even matter . . .&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-6841269155174045904?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/6841269155174045904/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=6841269155174045904" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/6841269155174045904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/6841269155174045904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-starts-with-one-thing.html" title="IT STARTS WITH ONE THING" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMASHs9fSp7ImA9WxdVE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-5000636864112083519</id><published>2008-07-18T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:47:29.565+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-18T17:47:29.565+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog Things" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>THE RETURN OF BLOG THINGS</title><content type="html">Well, I decided to let those surveys or whatsoever thingamajig called Blog Things return in my blog. For some reason, I was bored so I decided to make an entry about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Jio Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am shocked by the results. Most of them are true. Seriously, how can an online thingamajig describe me almost perfectly? I am just disturbed by this. So well reader, good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-5000636864112083519?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/5000636864112083519/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=5000636864112083519" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/5000636864112083519?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/5000636864112083519?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/07/return-of-blog-things.html" title="THE RETURN OF BLOG THINGS" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4GR386fCp7ImA9WxdWGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-6130671004930629259</id><published>2008-07-12T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:52:06.114+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-12T23:52:06.114+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>SIMPLY AMAZING</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Disturbia by Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are usually used to be rest days for people who belong to the labor force. For students, Saturdays are days where they can rest and do whatever they like. But then, for me, Saturdays lately have been review days for that U.P.C.A.T which I will be taking on either August 2 or 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewing lessons such as logarithms are hard. For the heck of it, these are lessons which will be tackled on the 2nd Semester according our teachers. For Chemistry, gas law problems are a pain in the butt. Formulas are just really mind-boggling things. In all seriousness, these things made me sleepy. They bore me but then, they are important so I have no other choice but to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, something amazing happened. While on the tricycle, I saw this plate on a vehicle which resembles those terrain vehicles used by soldiers - the one like those Jeep-branded vehicles in the United States. The said plate answered my prayers. I am seriously happy about it. It shocked me but heck, I am just happy. I found a new purpose for me to do some exploring about my options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am simply amazed by what has transpired. God indeed gives signs during the least you expected it to come. Thank goodness I saw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing, I do not know what are the things exactly running on this mind that luckily is still running like a well-oiled machine after all those works. I have been blogging more frequently if you have not noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mah gawd. I just experienced a "writer's block". I still have to finish two articles. Goodness gracious. When will those assignments stop?! They have to stop momentarily. Please just stop please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot think of anything else to write. I have something to build on now. :D. Well, it's just a matter of doing things at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-6130671004930629259?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/6130671004930629259/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=6130671004930629259" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/6130671004930629259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/6130671004930629259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/07/simply-amazing.html" title="SIMPLY AMAZING" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYNSHk7cSp7ImA9WxdWF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-4730344389691498953</id><published>2008-07-11T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:46:39.709+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-11T18:46:39.709+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>ALKSDALSKFDJASL</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this . . .&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- "Bye Bye" by Mariah Carey -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As regards to the title of this blog post, those were just randomly typed letters in the keyboard. I cannot think of a title for this so I just typed some letters randomly and the final result was the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was fine. Frustrating for quite a bit since I failed in making the right calculation for the drinks for the picnic which occurred earlier. It was Über disappointing on my part since I felt like I deprived them of having a good drink. But then, we all had a good time and we had lots of crazy pictures taken for the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really sleep well last night. I was thinking of lots of things. I have been facing problems lately(Oh God, when will they leave my system?). In all seriousness, I have to make a choice about it. It is either I go for it or just forget that I even had planned something in the first place. For the heck of it, I am really having a hard time. Add the fact that . . . never mind. That would just be a private statement by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend suggested that I chill out but I want this problem to be fixed in the soonest possible time. As far as I am concerned, I will go with this option. It is the best option out of all options left for me to use in all seriousness. Hoping for some help, I really need it and if I fail, I only have nothing else to blame but myself once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow have a fear on the opposite sex in school especially to some people there. I really do not know why but they just have this intimidating aura which rattles me off at times. I am trying my best to be confident socially but it is a long and painstaking process. It requires time and patience. But then, both are limited. Time flows fast and you might lose it. Patience . . . well, you lose patience. I will be going for the best option. I just hope I will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some Mass earlier and it really enlightened me. I got sleepy not because of the priest but because I lacked sleep due to me thinking of lots of things before I slept. The homily of the priest was simply awesome and all I can say is I hope he will be the official priest of the school from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot think of anything else to write. I successfully bored myself through this entry. Oh well, it is now time to do whatever is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;And everyday life goes on like I wish I could talk to you for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-4730344389691498953?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/4730344389691498953/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=4730344389691498953" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/4730344389691498953?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/4730344389691498953?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/07/alksdalskfdjasl.html" title="ALKSDALSKFDJASL" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEFRHwycCp7ImA9WxdWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-2519110898200848408</id><published>2008-07-10T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:16:55.298+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-10T19:16:55.298+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>DISAPPOINTED AND THE FIRST OF MORE TO COME</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so sick! Infected with where I live . . .&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm So Sick by Flyleaf&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious!&lt;/span&gt; I am freaking disappointed. That subject . . . yes, that subject. It pissed me off. It affected my day. It made me look like someone who was misguided. It totally ruined my day. Take note, I got pissed off with great intensity. In all seriousness, I was quiet then bang, that thing got brought up again. I do not want to be talked about because of that. It makes me weak and the past makes me feel . . . whatever. I cannot describe it. After that person brought it up, I was silent most of the time. Filipino time . . . I did not show any sign of happiness until I forcibly showed a smile - something that covered the real feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like come on, I should not be dragged in the discussion unless it is necessary. It is just . . . vintage school talk which can get annoying at times. I am trying to get over some things and I just cannot because of things such as what transpired earlier. I won't elaborate on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to that thing which pissed me off. I mean, I recited and I was called by another name. It pissed me off big time. I mean really, why the heck? Is this just frustration or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this crap. Well, the day was not that sh*tty all the way. It had some fun moments. Morning was fun and torture at the same time. I had difficulty speaking because of that cough so I had to adjust my voice and because of this, I got called "chipmunk" by Trish. In all seriousness, I did sound like a "chipmunk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day would have been good but then, that time ruined everything. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day. And I will have a haircut tomorrow as well. I plan to do something as well. I just do not know if I will continue with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let me live without this. . .&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-2519110898200848408?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/2519110898200848408/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=2519110898200848408" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/2519110898200848408?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/2519110898200848408?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/07/disappointed-and-first-of-more-to-come.html" title="DISAPPOINTED AND THE FIRST OF MORE TO COME" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQFQX49fCp7ImA9WxdWE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-3982410776537378731</id><published>2008-07-06T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:35:10.064+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-06T16:35:10.064+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>MAGAZINE APPERANCES</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The time that I've taken. I pray is not wasted.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- "One Sweet Love" by Sara Bareilles -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am bored, I will share to you guys the pics of me appearing in magazines here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/?action=view&amp;current=edit-1-1-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/edit-1-1-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my letter appearing in Playground. Just click the picture for you to see the whole picture. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GAMEBAYANPOST.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/GAMEBAYANPOST.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my forum post appearing in GamesMaster Philippines. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/?action=view&amp;amp;current=K-ZonePostReview.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/K-ZonePostReview.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my MLB '07: The Show review appearing in K-Zone Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are some of my appearances in magazines. What do you think? BTW, I give credits to my new scanner and printer for those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a brand new day and heck, I have four freaking quizzes for tomorrow. Have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*still bothered*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-3982410776537378731?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/3982410776537378731/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=3982410776537378731" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/3982410776537378731?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/3982410776537378731?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/07/magazine-apperances.html" title="MAGAZINE APPERANCES" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NQnY_eip7ImA9WxdXF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-1520315504084404229</id><published>2008-06-29T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:03:13.842+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-29T15:03:13.842+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>ONLINE MUSINGS</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When you try your best . . .&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fix You by Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I just received one Personal Message (PM) in Yahoo! Messenger earlier. I just respected it and I think it is time to move on and respect her wishes. There are just times wherein some things happen and you should just respect them. I respect your wishes friend. Keep rocking still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing has been pissing me off lately. That thing is . . . discrimination. Well, doesn't it seem ironic that for example, one person who has a dark skin color hates rappers who are dark in skin color? Like come on, this is why the world progresses slowly. There is no unity and heck, that person that I am referring to also hates Chinese. What the hell man? That is why there are different races. Each one of us is unique and deserve respect. Skin color, ethnicity, nationality and the like should not be used as a measuring gauge for respect. We all have to treat them equally. Like man, stop it. It makes you pathetic. BTW, that person that I am referring to is not fat. Understood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? I am now waiting for someone so that the research work will be done and processed. Well, since I am bored, I took this IQ test and I will share the results. BTW, it came from Tickle.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Precision Processor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" class="description"&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;Your IQ Score is: &lt;strong&gt;115&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;You've got a very experiential way of learning and a strong mathematical mind. You're able to whittle even the most complex situation down to comprehensible component parts. In short, you have mastered the art and science of precision. That's what makes you a Precision Processor.&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, life is a series of equations. Your brain is naturally predisposed to intense mathematical acuity, and your understanding of numerical problems is unparalleled. It's second nature for you to cut to the heart of an issue, so that you can discover quick solutions to problems while others get bogged down in unnecessary details.&lt;!-- br2 --&gt; One Precision Processor that comes to mind is the Greek philosopher-mathematician, Pythagoras. Pythagoras had a mind for numbers and, as such, could come up with previously unknown theories like his method for calculating the sides of a right triangle (a2+b2=c2). You too, can use numbers to translate aspects of the world around you — something that doesn't come easily to everyone. Your quick mathematical mind will allow you to communicate a variety of ideas to other people, so don't keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precision Processors can apply their mathematical skills to any situation involving numbers. That's a talent that will come in handy for everything from the workplace to splitting a bill 12 ways to converting foreign currency in your head. Others often look to you to do the math and luckily, you're well equipped."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My score is so low don't you think? Oh well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;. . . but you don't succeed!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-1520315504084404229?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/1520315504084404229/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=1520315504084404229" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/1520315504084404229?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/1520315504084404229?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-you-try-your-best.html" title="ONLINE MUSINGS" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEMQ3syeCp7ImA9WxdXFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-8517829718773504589</id><published>2008-06-27T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:21:22.590+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-28T00:21:22.590+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>FRIDAY MADNESS</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was lost!" I was lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"In My Place" by Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was just tiring. With P.E as our second subject, I was like "Come on, how come P.E was separated into three separated days?!" It was like we had to bring those P.E uniforms every single day. Like come on, use the logic that we all have people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Math time was the bomb. It was like watching a new episode of Lost after missing several episodes. I was really clueless and thought of "Am I really awake at this moment? Am I really reading this sheet of paper filled with circles?" It was like it was the only first time that I have met this concepts in my life in all seriousness! I expect that I have failed this test big time. I have learned one lesson and that lesson is whenever I feel sleepy in class, I ought to stand so that I can wake up myself through blood circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English time was . . . well, weird to say the least. The topic was cellphones and heck, it was more of recitation. But before all the discussion, there were those oh-so-unforgettable safety drills such as the fire drill and the earthquake drill. We were like treating the drills with no seriousness at all. Then those boys were racing when the bell rang. It was like they were desperate to get out of a cage. Then after all those drills, we had our discussion. Patrick, a classmate of mine but not Patrick Del Rosario, suddenly had this mood to challenge me into a sort of debate then it was like the classroom was laughing and I was sensing some weirdness from the word "go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why but I really like reciting in Economics and English. Those subjects never cease to amaze me and they do not bore me to death. Economics . . . oh those resources, then scarcity. I still cannot forget them. In English, every discussion is lively for unknown reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing this entry full of not-so-organized thoughts, I am listening to some song by Radiohead named "Jigsaw Falling Into Place" from their "In Rainbows" album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 12:20 A.M here in the Philippines. All I can say that Friday was a freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Crossed lines I should not have crossed!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-8517829718773504589?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/8517829718773504589/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=8517829718773504589" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/8517829718773504589?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/8517829718773504589?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-madness.html" title="FRIDAY MADNESS" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IFR3kycCp7ImA9WxdXEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-8332604290194219398</id><published>2008-06-23T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:11:56.798+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-23T14:11:56.798+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>IT's THE ATTACK OF DEPRESSION AND NEGATIVITY</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Emotive unstable. You're like an unwinding cable car&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-"&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Unwinding Cable Car" by Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Classes were suspended today but I feel like nothing at all. Depression struck me again. How many time have I said the word "depression" right in this domain of mine? Too many times eh? I do not know. I have been listening to the Vitamin String Quartet. This group is simply awesome. They have turned Incubus' "Drive" into one freaking good orchestra version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have been thinking negatively a lot this week alone. For what reason you may ask? I do not know as well. I have been like this since my sophomore years in high school. I do not really how this thing affected me. Things just definitely snowballed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is the last thing I need now and then it still comes. Do I really just attract the aura of depression? In all seriousness, I want this negativity to stop. Maybe I should not really have been thinking of what about will happen to me in terms of my social life. Maybe I just have to end this thing myself by quitting and saying " I really do not stand out a chance at all." I do not know. If only I know the future, I would have done something right here and right now. What the heck am I just saying here? Oh well, that is what you call "talking to one's self when bored big time and thus, it results to random thoughts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. That is all I can say. After several bouts with depression, I am again encountering another one. I am tired of it to be honest. If only I know that my decisions in the past would be futile, this would not have had happened. I am not blaming anyone or some things here but rather, I am blaming myself. Oh well, hopefully I can bounce back from the sting of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being depressed causes me to be negative which then causes me to lose lots of confidence in dealing with other people. I am not really feeling well these past days. Thank you depression thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's the end of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll guard your heart . . .&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-8332604290194219398?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/8332604290194219398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=8332604290194219398" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/8332604290194219398?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/8332604290194219398?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-attack-of-depression-and-negativity.html" title="IT's THE ATTACK OF DEPRESSION AND NEGATIVITY" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYFSHoycCp7ImA9WxdQGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-5209127213623602094</id><published>2008-06-20T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:51:59.498+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-20T23:51:59.498+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>SARA BAREILLES AND 3 DOORS DOWN ADDICTION</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love Song by Sara Bareilles&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not my time!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's Not My Time by 3 Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank you Sara Bareilles for making me feel good and happy. Your songs have made me feel energized especially "Love Song" and "One Sweet Love".  This school week has been quite different. Monday was a "painful" day. Tuesday was a tearjerker. In all seriousness, both days were filled with tears on my part. The sudden charge of the memories from the past . . . made me realize that you only realize a person's importance once that person lefts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. Well, the Celtics are your NBA Champions. They deserve it. They were hungry and Rajon Rondo was the factor in my opinion. He made all plays and I would have wanted Kevin Garnett to be the MVP of the Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just installed Firefox 3 and it sure is better. The fonts are better and I will take a closer look at it tomorrow once I am done with freaking school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what exactly I am feeling now. It is either I am infatuated or simply nothing. I simply do not know and heck, that joke by Miss Penilla was like "Uh huh Ma'am". I was shocked that she said that. For some reason, I was indeed shocked but not pissed off. I ought to get used to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that with people saying I am "good", I am not great. I am not used to such reaction. I am not used to such gestures from them. I am not comfortable with it but I have the patience needed to withstand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that many people in the room dislike me with huge intensity. This is one reason why I feel uncomfortable with all those applauses. I do not know if they treat me with sarcasm or what. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now gathering up some materials for my article for Cor Unum. I will write something about basketball. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal this school year is to get into the honor roll and bag that thing I really need or want which is . . . something that I cannot tell. I will do whatever it takes to get that thing. Seriously, I want it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math has been boring lately. I like the subject matter but the discussion . . . ugh, makes me sleepy. Hopefully, I can pass through those tests. Oh man. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, thank you P.E classes for giving me an achy midsection and some painful shoulder muscles. And I meant that sarcastically. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it for now. My "writing juice" has finally run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cause you asked for it!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm not going!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-5209127213623602094?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/5209127213623602094/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=5209127213623602094" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/5209127213623602094?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/5209127213623602094?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/06/sara-bareilles-and-3-doors-down.html" title="SARA BAREILLES AND 3 DOORS DOWN ADDICTION" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQDQns7eyp7ImA9WxdQFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-8017737303836886863</id><published>2008-06-15T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:26:13.503+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-15T16:26:13.503+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>MIXED BAG</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No freaking song lyrics for this entry. I would want you dear reader to have a moment of silence first and pray for someone. Thank you in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school was like a mixed bag of emotions. One day, it would be good. In another day, it would be sad. Then, it would be stressful. It's just really packed with different emotions. As I am typing this, I am thinking of one person who recently went back to the Lord. Please pray for that person's soul please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I customized my Windows Vista with some theme here. Here is the link of the picture of the desktop: &lt;a href="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/VISTADESKTOP.jpg"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/a&gt;. Comment at it if you want to. The icons are big though. But now, they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One YouTube video series has kept me hooked. That video series is Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series by LittleKuriboh. It really is funny. Just search for it in YouTube. It currently has 29 episodes. Tristan Taylor's voice is simply awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression struck me again. Oh well, 4th Year life is indeed stressful. Hopefully, my school year will be impressive academically. I do not care about the social aspect of my life for now. I only care about academic status for now. I need this year badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I just hope the Lord Almighty will be kind enough. He is kind enough and I trust Him. After all, he is our Universal Brother and Universal Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you R.I.P. You will always remain in my heart. Thanks for all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;*salutes*&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S This entry was quite hard to type even though I only mentioned you in few instances. Still, rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-8017737303836886863?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/8017737303836886863/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=8017737303836886863" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/8017737303836886863?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/8017737303836886863?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/06/mixed-bag.html" title="MIXED BAG" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcARHo-fSp7ImA9WxdRF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-5161881028411760785</id><published>2008-06-06T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:00:45.455+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-07T00:00:45.455+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>LSS'ED I THINK</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you think about me now and then?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Homecoming by Kanye West featuring Chris Martin of Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has returned and I was like not happy at all. But after the first day was done, it was like a different feeling. One that was not the thing that I felt with Exodus. It was a deeper feeling of happiness. It was something that I experienced for the first time after 2 years or so. Well, it is somehow near to extreme happiness. I don't want to elaborate but come on, am I just lucky or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my swagger is back. Oh yes, my long lost swagger is definitely back. What a time for it to come back. It just came at the right time when I exactly needed it. It is just a matter of using my resources to build momentum on some very important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy now. The section feels like it is one good family. Not yet close but still, it is fun. Mr. Santos . . . oh man! He makes every move here and there. He sings oldies songs. He says some stuff that I don't know. He is like a teacher that makes me awake together with Mr. Sarmiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, I am just happy and shocked. I won't elaborate. I need privacy too on some matters anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Some NBA Finals notes-&lt;br /&gt;Boston won earlier and I think Kobe Bryant was just not really in a rhythm. If the Lakers win Game 2 then, I can see that the 3 home games at Staples Center will be very crucial. Paul Pierce was exceptional in my humble opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord! And hopefully, I can succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-5161881028411760785?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/5161881028411760785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=5161881028411760785" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/5161881028411760785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/5161881028411760785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/06/lssed-i-think.html" title="LSS'ED I THINK" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4HR3k4eyp7ImA9WxdRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-3142366382678222324</id><published>2008-06-04T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:02:16.733+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-04T20:02:16.733+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>FIRST DAY WITH PHILIPPIANS</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Viva La Vida by Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I had my first day of classes for the S.Y 2008-2009 earlier. It started very early for me. I woke up at 5 A.M to get my day kicking off. After all those morning stuff in the bathroom, I ate my first breakfast for the school year which was a tasty hotdog sandwich. Then there, I dressed up and read the newspaper while waiting. So the first front page headline that I've read this school year is "Presidentiables say "no" to snap elections". Then after reading for about 30 minutes, the school service came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in the school service, there is a radio which plays songs. The first song that I've heard from the radio in the school service this year is "Nakapagtataka" by APO Hiking Society. Fortunately, it was not the Sponge Cola version which was very poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yeah, we finally arrived in the school after all those fetching. Heck, I was like lost at first until I saw my friends. We talked and talked and talked until we were asked to go inside our rooms. I was shocked to see some familiar faces and I was shocked too to see that some of the unexpected happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our first flag ceremony of the school year by 8 A.M. By 8:15 A.M, we had our first prayer service for the school year. By 8:20 A.M, we passed our admission card. By 8:21 A.M, we had this discussion about the handbook which was . . . boring to be honest. Like we talk about this rules stuff, it made me sleepy. Then we also had our schedule for the new school year. It looks weird to see that all subjects have only a one-hour time allotment. Pretty good still but weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9:05 A.M, we talked about those committees thing. I wanted to be in the "Cleanliness Committee" but then, we were too many so I was moved into the "Liturgy Committee". Yes, I am the only boy there if I recall correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9:10 A.M, the first joke by our adviser, Mr. Dungca, was said! It was like LOL for the win! By this time too, the first loveteam of the class was made. It featured me by the way. Seriously, LOL. By this time too, the second joke was mentioned! Woohoo! By this time too, the index card thingy was mentioned too. By 9:11 A.M, the third joke was stated! Nice! By 9:17 A.M, Marti has done his first classroom sneeze! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the discussion continued and then some introduction(the never ending I suppose) until the bell ran for recess. We had our first recess of the school year on a Wednesday at exactly 10:30 A.M. We had our first CLE class by 11 A.M. We had our first lunch at 12 noon. Then our first MAPE class by 1 P.M. Then our first English class by 2 P.M. Then, we had our Math class which was weird at 3 P.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Santos was acting like weird. He was singing some Cat Stevens and some other classic songs probably from Frank Sinatra. Seriously, he thought that I was sleeping wherein fact, I was just like making doodles since I was bored. That's pretty much it about my first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Roman cavalry choirs are singing!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-3142366382678222324?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/3142366382678222324/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=3142366382678222324" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/3142366382678222324?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/3142366382678222324?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-with-philippians.html" title="FIRST DAY WITH PHILIPPIANS" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEFRXs4eSp7ImA9WxdRFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-3705558818751811645</id><published>2008-06-03T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:56:54.531+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-03T18:56:54.531+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philippians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>THANK YOU *SARCASM*</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the time of my life!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Time of My Life by David Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obviously frustrated. I am also angered. I am also pissed off at the fact that some people that I dislike will be my classmates again. Again, yeah, again. That is what you call a moment that can be described in one word. Actually, many one-word adjectives can describe this. One is disappointing. One is annoying. Another is irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, seeing them again was the worst-case scenario that I expected. However, whatever happened which made the so-called "Sectioning gods" to put them back together with me in one section. Nice really nice. And take note, I said that thing with extreme sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some first day luck and yeah, hopefully, I will have it. Like come on, what else could happen? Seriously, is it just that good luck is not yet around or what? Oh man, I seriously need some luck and hopefully, I will have a good time tomorrow. Hopefully, this school year won't be like last year wherein I experienced the worst time of my school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimism pays a long way and yeah, I will still treat this year with optimism and hope. It is just that it seems that there nothing to be optimistic about at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 starts tomorrow. Early wake up times. Countless projects. Countless tests. Boring discussions. Boring teachers. Annoying classmates. Nice friends. Numerous problems. Liking someone(Oh whatever). Some rather senseless arguments. Sleeping times. Writing notes. Doodling some scribbles. Eating together. Hiding from Mr. Santos. Oh those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I might be gone from the internet community for quite a while. It is time to be serious again. Summer is over and I hate that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'll taste every momend and live it out loud!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/jiomw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946293500549952822-3705558818751811645?l=dgeneraterules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/feeds/3705558818751811645/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5946293500549952822&amp;postID=3705558818751811645" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/3705558818751811645?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946293500549952822/posts/default/3705558818751811645?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dgeneraterules.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-sarcasm.html" title="THANK YOU *SARCASM*" /><author><name>Jio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040850801030157775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i266/lebronbryant/SPEAR-OWNEDs.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BRXs4fSp7ImA9WxdRE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946293500549952822.post-8061779338106726621</id><published>2008-06-01T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:05:54.535+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-01T15:05:54.535+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Musings" /><title>LAST NIGHT'S RAMBLINGS</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more! Have we lost ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Meant To Live by Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! After suffering a massive blackout for a combined total of 12 hours, I finally have the chance to use the computer and connect to the Internet. Lately, I have been reading some material that I can use for my analysis of the NBA Finals which I expect will go down the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday started out well. I even played basketball by 2 PM with my Dad and my brother. Come 3:30  PM, bang! It rained so hard! Then after 30 minutes or so, boom! Brownout occurred. That brownout was only the first of two brownouts that happened during the course of the day. That one lasted until 6 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time it was 6:30 PM, I turned on the PS2 and played. After 30 minutes, power turned off. And for the heck of it, I was already in the 4th inning of the baseball game! Talk about being screwed ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, power came back by 9:00 PM. So yeah, I turned on the PC and did some iPod-related stuff. Then, after I saw from fluctuation, I finally braced for the worst. Then the lights went off. Bang! Power is gone. This happened by 11 PM. The clock was just ticking and ticking and ticking until I decided to get the PSP and play Innocent Life. This was by 11:30 PM. After an hour of playing, I let my sister play and when I got it back by 1 AM, I played again and by 2 AM, the battery is about to die. So yeah, way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I did some cellphone stuff. Then by 2:30 AM, I dozed off to sleep - still with no power. 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