<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909</id><updated>2024-08-28T13:13:36.468-07:00</updated><category term="lovettejam"/><category term="kabhabouiahn"/><category term="whatever"/><category term="boredom"/><category term="about me"/><category term="life"/><category term="love"/><category term="random nothingness"/><category term="me-myself-i"/><category term="nonesense"/><category term="randomness"/><category term="happy"/><category term="thanks"/><category term="wala lang"/><category term="bhaboi"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="frustration"/><category 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term="mean"/><category term="meaning"/><category term="mother"/><category term="mother&#39;s day"/><category term="niche"/><category term="no"/><category term="office"/><category term="paano"/><category term="payperpost"/><category term="personaily"/><category term="ppp"/><category term="procastination confusion"/><category term="professional"/><category term="questions"/><category term="quote"/><category term="random"/><category term="reasons"/><category term="rebel"/><category term="remix"/><category term="respect"/><category term="saying no"/><category term="secret"/><category term="secrets"/><category term="shoutout"/><category term="to do"/><category term="typing test"/><category term="typingmaster"/><category term="uyab factor"/><category term="watever"/><category term="wedding"/><category term="wonder"/><category term="xmas"/><category term="yuppie"/><category term="zodiac sign"/><title type='text'>...lovettejam...</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my haven, the refuge of my soul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-1482045397651518515</id><published>2009-02-03T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:27:39.236-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quote"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random thoughts"/><title type='text'>...ought to be somewhere else..</title><content type='html'>Only there&#39;s an arrangement to pretend that you ought to be somewhere else, so the place where you are is the place where you are always pretending you ought to be somewhere else.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1482045397651518515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/02/ought-to-be-somewhere-else.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1482045397651518515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1482045397651518515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/02/ought-to-be-somewhere-else.html' title='...ought to be somewhere else..'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-6117320626409964791</id><published>2009-02-01T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:17:27.265-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random thoughts"/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>A few days after my ultimate comeback, would you believe I still hadn&#39;t unpacked some of my stuffs?  Bags, shoes and books are still in the box downstairs.  I don&#39;t know where to put them.   Boohoo.  I&#39;m still looking for that big big organizer or rack or cabinet or whatever that would fit in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&#39;m hungry.  no, i&#39;m not.  i&#39;m just craving.  chocolate pudding.  yumyum!  now that reminds me to buy eggs for the pudding i was supposed to bake a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever! i&#39;m checking my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta run!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/6117320626409964791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/6117320626409964791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/6117320626409964791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-2003112483494277869</id><published>2009-02-01T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:40:12.251-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boredom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insecurity strikes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rebel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wala lang"/><title type='text'>when insecurity strikes</title><content type='html'>i&#39;m not perfect, not even close to being one.  i have more flaws than assets, more defects than abilities, more weaknesses than strengths.  i can give you more reasons to hate me, despise me and dislike me than i can enumerate reasons for you to feel otherwise.  i couldn&#39;t give you a single reason to throw even the tiniest bit of love my way.  i couldn&#39;t.  i wouldn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruel? masochist perhaps? indeed, i am.  i can do this to myself.  do you not fear what lies for you from me?  i cannot love myself wholly.  what makes you think i am capable of giving back to society, or to you in the very least?  how can i love anybody else when nobody even dares to care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you said you do.  you said you know how stupid, careless and weak i could get.  you said you understand what i am going through.  you said i never cease to amaze you, despite the negative energy that envelops me, that is. you said you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i don&#39;t want to, i believe you.  i just hope i&#39;m right to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;disclaimer:  written under the circumstances of boredom inspired by a text message.  not my story. really.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/2003112483494277869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-insecurity-strikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/2003112483494277869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/2003112483494277869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-insecurity-strikes.html' title='when insecurity strikes'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-6540324385417171684</id><published>2009-02-01T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-09-13T07:46:37.498-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="questions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wonder"/><title type='text'>would you?</title><content type='html'>when your heart battles with your mind...&lt;br /&gt;
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when what you see opposes your principles...&lt;br /&gt;
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when what you ought to do is something you really shouldn&#39;t...&lt;br /&gt;
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when you want freedom but dread responsibility...&lt;br /&gt;
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when you yearn to explode but guilt is hovering...&lt;br /&gt;
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when what you know is killing you...&lt;br /&gt;
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would you dare question fate, destiny or God Himself?&lt;br /&gt;
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would you still want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;
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or would you rather keep your silence?&lt;br /&gt;
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what if i&#39;m the one who&#39;s on the verge of bursting...&lt;br /&gt;
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would you stay a while and listen?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/6540324385417171684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/6540324385417171684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/6540324385417171684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-you.html' title='would you?'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-2434770568009891060</id><published>2009-01-24T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:42:06.731-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="list"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="to do"/><title type='text'>keep my head together</title><content type='html'>i would super love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here&#39;s the plan:&lt;br /&gt;make a seriously functional to-do list on a daily or weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;make a priority list.&lt;br /&gt;make all kinds of lists (to do, to accomplish, completed tasks, in progress, to be continued, rejected, whatever!).&lt;br /&gt;prioritize the lists.&lt;br /&gt;throw unnecessary lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am getting confused. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/2434770568009891060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/keep-my-head-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/2434770568009891060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/2434770568009891060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/keep-my-head-together.html' title='keep my head together'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-1909039161356019076</id><published>2009-01-23T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:45:58.307-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horoscope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zodiac sign"/><title type='text'>100% piscean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3aIcXfqM96QElt_Zr1WTEupd5o_fWzAATqqho1jHgmyNfd6r4mWHg90cmiusdrJ2k6ftJ6QCyaUFSr4xx7S6Rc_0Y9Wz0zy5EBtIXBEnNLJNVmhY9KckrUwHJWYUVT8DobTfoF8L1Pg/s1600-h/pisces.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3aIcXfqM96QElt_Zr1WTEupd5o_fWzAATqqho1jHgmyNfd6r4mWHg90cmiusdrJ2k6ftJ6QCyaUFSr4xx7S6Rc_0Y9Wz0zy5EBtIXBEnNLJNVmhY9KckrUwHJWYUVT8DobTfoF8L1Pg/s200/pisces.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294655394388978274&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the twelfth and final sign of the occidental zodiac, Pisceans make comfortable followers. Pisces people don&#39;t find their direction easily. They are not self-propelled and they feel a certain distance from the rest of the human race. When things don&#39;t go their way, Pisceans may surrender to self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces is the soul of sensitivity. Nothing escapes his notice. The faint rustle of a falling leaf that kisses the earth sounds, to a Pisces, like a huge truck smashing into a brick wall. Baby&#39;s whimpering in his crib is, to a hyper-susceptible Pisces, the wail of a thousand hungry infants. Pisces is born this way. Overly, tenderly, pricklingly, unrestrainedly sensitive. Pisceans tend toward all that is beautiful, gravitate to loveliness and crave the artistic. Pisceans are the sleepy, languorous, irresistible creators of whom we frequently don&#39;t hear a syllable. Not power-hungry, Pisceans are mostly humble and modest about achievements. They are not interested in fame. If fortune comes their way, they&#39;ll accept it. But Pisceans usually don&#39;t go after glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisceans are very proud people. They are not cocky, nor do they go around boasting of their conquests and masterpieces. Pisceans are easygoing and seem to be made of butter. Ask them to move an inch left because they&#39;re blocking your view. Without a word, Pisces shifts to the left. Suggest a new way of eating snails with a shovel. Pisces is right up there in the front of the queue, raring to please and adjust to whatever is required. But dare to challenge Pisces&#39;s deepest beliefs, disagree with his sense of taste or the spiritual tenet by which he lives, and the fish may well turn into a shark before your rapidly blinking peepers. Pisceans have profound personal integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s not uncommon for Pisceans to suffer. First, they are easily hurt. Secondly, they are afflicted with overwhelming self-doubt. Worldly accomplishment is beyond Pisces because it requires a firm connection to hard reality, which Pisces would rather avoid. Tough and ruthless competitors disguised as friendly warmhearted colleagues or companions may hoodwink the earnest Piscean and leave him beside himself in a heap of disappointment and bafflement He doesn&#39;t handle tactics or strategics well. He wants to remain aloof so he can dream and imagine and let his mind wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure to find Pisceans wherever the water is. Pisceans love the soothing silence of water and will go to great lengths to plunge themselves into anything from a stream to an ocean, a bathtub or a Jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisceans take all emotional involvement seriously. Whether it&#39;s a love affair or a friendship, a child-parent relationship or some other family tie, you can be sure Pisces will nurture the link. The Pisces person loves unconditionally will alter viewpoints or swim willingly in the opposite direction just to please a loved one. If you are enamored of a Pisces, grab your snorkel and flippers and paddle after your fish to the ends of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am copy/pasting it here &lt;a href=&quot;http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-because.html&quot;&gt;just because.&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1909039161356019076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/100-piscean.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1909039161356019076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1909039161356019076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/100-piscean.html' title='100% piscean.'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3aIcXfqM96QElt_Zr1WTEupd5o_fWzAATqqho1jHgmyNfd6r4mWHg90cmiusdrJ2k6ftJ6QCyaUFSr4xx7S6Rc_0Y9Wz0zy5EBtIXBEnNLJNVmhY9KckrUwHJWYUVT8DobTfoF8L1Pg/s72-c/pisces.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-8644213449151138791</id><published>2009-01-20T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:15:35.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just because.</title><content type='html'>i do this when i&#39;m bored. or confused. or a combination of both. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;color:#EEEEEE;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&#39;color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are 100% Pisces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howpiscesareyouquiz/pisces.gif&quot; height=&quot;100&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 100% Pisces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blogthings.com/howpiscesareyouquiz/&quot;&gt;How Pisces Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8644213449151138791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-because.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/8644213449151138791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/8644213449151138791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-because.html' title='just because.'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-5905986715733956837</id><published>2009-01-19T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:19:38.185-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><title type='text'>genuinely happy</title><content type='html'>today, i am genuinely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days, few weeks and dare i even say, past few months, had been a blur.  had lotsa lotsa stuffs happening all at once.  the recent past had been nothing less than overwhelming.  drastic changes from all directions, even relationships seemed to crumble right before my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today, one was just lifted from my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do understand that not everything will be solved all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i&#39;m taking one step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am genuinely happy... for now. :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5905986715733956837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/genuinely-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/5905986715733956837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/5905986715733956837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/genuinely-happy.html' title='genuinely happy'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-8567970914194754955</id><published>2009-01-15T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:50:50.769-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="secret"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="secrets"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wala lang"/><title type='text'>...hush...</title><content type='html'>when someone opts to keep something to himself/herself,&lt;br /&gt;can it be respected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when someone chooses to be silent,&lt;br /&gt;can&#39;t you just let him/her be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when someone would rather be alone even for a while,&lt;br /&gt;won&#39;t you just let him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is entitled to a lifetime secret, right?  i hope i am too.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8567970914194754955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/hush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/8567970914194754955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/8567970914194754955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/hush.html' title='...hush...'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-6437484138483204904</id><published>2009-01-05T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-09-13T07:54:31.535-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="no"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saying no"/><title type='text'>yes, i am saying no</title><content type='html'>inasmuch as i would like to express my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;
i am saying NO to spare somebody&#39;s feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
inasmuch as i desire to break my silence,&lt;br /&gt;
i am saying NO to avoid hurting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
inasmuch as i yearn to give a piece of my  mind,&lt;br /&gt;
i am saying NO to steer clear of inflicting more pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
inasmuch as i ache to express my repugnance,&lt;br /&gt;
i am saying NO in the hopes that realization will come in its own time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
because i love and because i care so much,&lt;br /&gt;
i am still saying NO.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
for now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/6437484138483204904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-i-am-saying-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/6437484138483204904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/6437484138483204904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-i-am-saying-no.html' title='yes, i am saying no'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-4717008791963548721</id><published>2008-12-30T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:19:08.953-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beginning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new year"/><title type='text'>...last day...</title><content type='html'>today is the last day of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is the last day of my employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i will be officially jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tomorrow offers a new day.  a new year.  a new beginning. a brand new promise.  a springing hope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be the beginning of a better year, a better me, better everything.  *hopefully* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let&#39;s keep our fingers and toes for better 2009 ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God speed!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4717008791963548721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/4717008791963548721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/4717008791963548721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day.html' title='...last day...'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-6387665447157341581</id><published>2008-12-28T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:03:12.479-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratitude"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thanks"/><title type='text'>...retreat and reflect...</title><content type='html'>as the new year approaches, we would want to welcome it with a bang.  what better way to do that than enjoy lotsa lotsa self-time and rest, relax, retreat and reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about what had happened in 2008 and what you would want to happen in 2009.  it&#39;s high time to build new dreams, revive the trust, relive the friendship and look forward to a new better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the pains and hurts should have taught us valuable lessons in our dear lives.  all the happiness and laughter should have inspired us to do better in the year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above all, before the year ends, one thing should never be forgotten - gratitude.  thank your friends, family, colleagues, neighbors, classmates, and above all, God for a worthwhile 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-3077032228814604035</id><published>2008-12-26T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:41:39.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...too happy...</title><content type='html'>i am not blogging as much as i intended to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am just tooooo happy to blog. :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3077032228814604035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/3077032228814604035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/3077032228814604035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-happy.html' title='...too happy...'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-530881082351919434</id><published>2008-12-24T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:35:37.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holidays</title><content type='html'>happy christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;tis indeed the season to be merry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be happy alwayz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muAh!! :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/530881082351919434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/530881082351919434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/530881082351919434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='happy holidays'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-4257518444670149453</id><published>2008-12-20T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:20:47.959-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mean"/><title type='text'>...mean me...</title><content type='html'>yep! i was mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait! &quot;mean&quot; is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;dili man tika love.  ug ikaw lang jud specifically akong dli love.  alam mo &#39;yan.&quot;  translation:  i don&#39;t love you.  (i don&#39;t even like you.)  and it&#39;s only you specifically that i don&#39;t love.   you know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have said that to someone&#39;s face straight without even blinking is not just simple &quot;mean.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s more than mean.  much more than mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse part was:  i meant it.  i really did.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4257518444670149453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/12/mean-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/4257518444670149453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/4257518444670149453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/12/mean-me.html' title='...mean me...'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-1869515954340897762</id><published>2008-11-03T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:45:41.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...mistakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;storycontent&quot;&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i am young&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and the only thing i can afford is mistake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i shall take my sweet time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to learn, to live, to love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for in every wrong turn, i will know where i should be heading.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for in every wrong decision, i will figure out what i deserve.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for in every tear, i will realize my own worth and potential.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i am young&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and i shall take my sweet time.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1869515954340897762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/11/mistakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1869515954340897762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1869515954340897762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/11/mistakes.html' title='...mistakes...'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-1149706952247899282</id><published>2008-09-17T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:49:43.886-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="basta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boredom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feeling"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frustration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hurt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kabhabouiahn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me-myself-i"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tired"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whatever"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why"/><title type='text'>wandering. wondering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i found this lady alone in a coffee shop – sipping her&lt;br /&gt;coffee, enjoying its aroma, basking in its essence. She was leafing through the pages of a fashion magazine – a little more absentmindedly than usual.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where her musings took her. She seemed to zone out of the world and was quite too busy in the world she has mindlessly created.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She is probably missing her family. Maybe, she is thinking of going home, of coming back to her safe haven where everything is perfect or at least comfortable.  Maybe she wants to feel the comfort of her own bedroom and the warmth of her home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I may know how she feels – that exact feeling when you run home with a wounded knee after playing really hard. I guess she must have played too much and wounded her knees.  or maybe she feels as if she went too far and got lost and she badly needed to find her way back.  or believed too much and broke her heart.  or fought too much and broke her soul.  or maybe not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Perhaps, she is ruminating on a lost love – what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;and all the should’ve, would’ve and could’ve that go along with it.  Or maybe not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She could be thinking about an about-to-be-born love.  Or the love she has always prayed for but never became hers and never will be. Could&lt;br /&gt;that tear pooling in her eye be for a guy? I sure do hope not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What could be boggling her?  A sick pet perhaps? A lost pen?  An undue demise?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With a big sigh, she sipped the last of her coffee. she closed the magazine she was reading, stood up and walked out of the coffee shop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and i too, looking at her, started to walk home.  wandering.  wondering.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for i too still don’t know what i’m looking for.  i just know that it is not in here (anymore).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bang!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1149706952247899282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/09/wandering-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1149706952247899282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1149706952247899282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/09/wandering-wondering.html' title='wandering. wondering.'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-1826088103250966875</id><published>2008-07-31T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:28:32.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>ang taong magawi sa ligaya&#39;t aliw,&lt;br&gt;mahina ang puso&#39;t lubhang maramdamin.&lt;br&gt;inakala pa lamang ang hilahil na daratna&#39;y&lt;br&gt;di na matutuhang bathin.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class=&#39;multiply:no_crosspost&#39;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1826088103250966875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1826088103250966875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1826088103250966875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-587649456708996192</id><published>2008-07-31T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:32:14.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...last song syndrome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Rivermaya - Sleep&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tonight&#39;s the first night&lt;br&gt;You&#39;re no longer in my arms&lt;br&gt;A little colder&lt;br&gt;Nothing but the darkness and the stars&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My hand wanders through&lt;br&gt;The space where you used to be&lt;br&gt;I really wish that you&#39;d&lt;br&gt;Still come home to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Until then I&#39;ll sleep&lt;br&gt;Sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember yesterday&lt;br&gt;When your smile filled every room&lt;br&gt;Imagined forever with you&lt;br&gt;Now you&#39;re gone too soon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can feel you calling&lt;br&gt;There&#39;s no place that I&#39;d rather be&lt;br&gt;Just here with you, sleeping&lt;br&gt;If only in my mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Until then I&#39;ll sleep&lt;br&gt;Sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can feel you calling&lt;br&gt;There&#39;s no place that I&#39;d rather be&lt;br&gt;Just here with you, sleeping&lt;br&gt;If only in my mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Until then I&#39;ll sleep&lt;br&gt;Sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class=&#39;multiply:no_crosspost&#39;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/587649456708996192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-song-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/587649456708996192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/587649456708996192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-song-syndrome.html' title='...last song syndrome...'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-8079504460629393350</id><published>2008-07-30T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-13T09:06:18.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...phrases...</title><content type='html'>i am missing you.&lt;br /&gt;
i am missing you so bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i miss the way we used to talk.&lt;br /&gt;
i miss the way you made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;
i miss the way we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
maybe because i think i love you still.&lt;br /&gt;
maybe because i can never get over you.&lt;br /&gt;
maybe because i finally realized that i can never have you.&lt;br /&gt;
or maybe because now i know that somebody else has you.&lt;br /&gt;
or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i am so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;
because i don&#39;t wanna be left shattered.&lt;br /&gt;
i want you, but i can&#39;t have you.&lt;br /&gt;
because having you and loving you would mean losing myself.&lt;br /&gt;
i love you, but you love somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
oh, i don&#39;t know.&lt;br /&gt;
and what i do not know kills me.&lt;br /&gt;
it kills me. it aches me. it pains me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
questions.  so many questions.&lt;br /&gt;
questions i seek answers to but dare not ask.&lt;br /&gt;
at least not yet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
what happened?&lt;br /&gt;
what went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;
was it ever real?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and then the big why!&lt;br /&gt;
that haunting, gnawing, nagging why.&lt;br /&gt;
why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;
*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i am lost. oh god, i am lost. please find me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8079504460629393350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/07/phrases.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/8079504460629393350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/8079504460629393350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/07/phrases.html' title='...phrases...'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-4908278699521077884</id><published>2008-07-30T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-13T09:09:17.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...vague...</title><content type='html'>vague.&lt;br /&gt;
everything is vague.&lt;br /&gt;
has been.&lt;br /&gt;
is still.&lt;br /&gt;
perhaps forever will be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i love him.  i love him not.&lt;br /&gt;
i loved him.  i loved him never.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
he loves me.  he loves me not.&lt;br /&gt;
he loved me.  he loved me never.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tears.&lt;br /&gt;
to whom are these tears for?&lt;br /&gt;
for him because i loved him so?&lt;br /&gt;
or for me because he never did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
smiles.&lt;br /&gt;
what are these smiles for?&lt;br /&gt;
are these still a reflection of me?&lt;br /&gt;
or are these masks i got so used of wearing?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
vague.&lt;br /&gt;
everything is vague.&lt;br /&gt;
has been.&lt;br /&gt;
is still.&lt;br /&gt;
perhaps forever will be.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4908278699521077884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/07/vague.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/4908278699521077884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/4908278699521077884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/07/vague.html' title='...vague...'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-1941867204425899456</id><published>2008-05-25T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:11:33.075-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lunatic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="matter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wala lang"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whatever"/><title type='text'>lunatic mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s169.photobucket.com/albums/u206/moser1234/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ifitdidntmatter.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u206/moser1234/ifitdidntmatter.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;if it didnt matter&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matter.  noun:   that which has mass and occupies space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMOTIONS.  can they be weighed?  do they occupy space?  DO THEY MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a scientific standpoint, emotions per se are immeasurable; and they most certainly can&#39;t be seen, heard, smelled, touched or tasted and so do not occupy space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, from a lunatic&#39;s perspective, emotions can either LIGHTen your mood or give you a HEAVY heart; and they sure do occupy a SPACE in your heart and mind.  hence, I therefore conclude that EMOTIONS indeed MATTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1941867204425899456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/05/lunatic-mode.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1941867204425899456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/1941867204425899456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/05/lunatic-mode.html' title='lunatic mode'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-6646946475898145499</id><published>2008-05-11T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:20:16.830-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratitude"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother&#39;s day"/><title type='text'>mommy&#39;s day ;o)</title><content type='html'>I read this somewhere a few years back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the time the Lord made woman, He was into his sixth day of working&lt;br /&gt;overtime.&lt;br /&gt;An angel appeared and said,&quot;Why are you spending so much time&lt;br /&gt;on this&lt;br /&gt;one?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord answered, &quot;Have you seen my spec sheet on&lt;br /&gt;her?&lt;br /&gt;She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,&lt;br /&gt;have over 200&lt;br /&gt;movable parts, all replaceable&lt;br /&gt;and able to run on diet coke and&lt;br /&gt;leftovers,&lt;br /&gt;have a lap that can hold four children at one time,&lt;br /&gt;have a kiss&lt;br /&gt;that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken&lt;br /&gt;heart&lt;br /&gt;-and she&lt;br /&gt;will do everything with only two hands.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel was astounded at&lt;br /&gt;the requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Only two hands!? No way!&lt;br /&gt;And that&#39;s just on the&lt;br /&gt;standard model?&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to&lt;br /&gt;finish.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But I won&#39;t,&quot; the Lord protested.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I am so close to&lt;br /&gt;finishing this creation that is so close to my own&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;She already&lt;br /&gt;heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour&lt;br /&gt;days.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;angel moved closer and touched the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But you have made her so soft,&lt;br /&gt;Lord.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;She is soft,&quot; the Lord agreed,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;but I have also made her&lt;br /&gt;tough.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what she can endure or&lt;br /&gt;accomplish.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Will she be able to think?&quot;, asked the&lt;br /&gt;angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied, &quot;Not only will she be able to think, she&lt;br /&gt;will be able to&lt;br /&gt;reason and negotiate.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel then noticed&lt;br /&gt;something,and reaching out, touched the woman&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oops, it looks&lt;br /&gt;like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you&lt;br /&gt;were trying to put&lt;br /&gt;too much into this one.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&#39;s not a leak,&quot; the Lord&lt;br /&gt;corrected,&quot;that&#39;s a tear!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What&#39;s the tear for?&quot; the angel&lt;br /&gt;asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, &quot;The tear is her way of expressingher joy,her&lt;br /&gt;sorrow, her&lt;br /&gt;pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief&lt;br /&gt;and her&lt;br /&gt;pride.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel was impressed.&quot;You are a genius,&lt;br /&gt;Lord. You thought of&lt;br /&gt;everything!&lt;br /&gt;Woman is truly&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is! Women have strengths that amaze men. They&lt;br /&gt;bear hardships and&lt;br /&gt;they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and&lt;br /&gt;joy.  They smile when&lt;br /&gt;they want to scream.  They sing when they&lt;br /&gt;want to cry.  They cry when&lt;br /&gt;they are happy and laugh when they are&lt;br /&gt;nervous. &lt;br /&gt;They don&#39;t take &quot;no&quot; for an answer when they believe there is&lt;br /&gt;a better&lt;br /&gt;solution. They go without so their family can have.  They go&lt;br /&gt;to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;with a frightened friend.  They love&lt;br /&gt;unconditionally.  They cry when&lt;br /&gt;their children excel and cheer when&lt;br /&gt;their friends get awards. They are happy&lt;br /&gt;when they hear about a birth or a&lt;br /&gt;wedding. Their hearts break when a friend&lt;br /&gt;dies. They grieve at the loss of a&lt;br /&gt;family member, yet they are strong when they&lt;br /&gt;think there is no strength&lt;br /&gt;left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a&lt;br /&gt;broken heart. Women come in&lt;br /&gt;all shapes, sizes and colors.  They&#39;ll drive,&lt;br /&gt;fly, walk, run or e-mail&lt;br /&gt;you to show how much they care about you.  The&lt;br /&gt;heart of a woman is what&lt;br /&gt;makes the world keep turning.  They bring joy,&lt;br /&gt;hope and love. &lt;br /&gt;They have compassion and ideals.  They give moral&lt;br /&gt;support to their&lt;br /&gt;family and friends.  Women have vital things to say and&lt;br /&gt;everything to&lt;br /&gt;give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if there&#39;s one flaw in women, it is that they forget their&lt;br /&gt;worth...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, as we celebrate our mothers, I would like to take the opportunity to remind my dear mother of her worth, to show  how grateful I am of her presence in our family&#39;s lives, how much we appreciate her efforts to rear all three of us, and how much we see the love in her eyes every single time she looks at us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my mama, I want you to know that I am more than grateful and honored to be reared by you and papa.  This much I can promise you:  We, your three precious jewels, will do our very best every single day to make you as proud of us as we are of you.  Wabchumuchmuch!!  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&#39;Pi mama&#39;s day... ;o)&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/6646946475898145499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/05/mommys-day-o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/6646946475898145499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/6646946475898145499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/05/mommys-day-o.html' title='mommy&#39;s day ;o)'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-5269242519999619445</id><published>2008-05-04T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:37:03.751-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="about me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random nothingness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="randomness"/><title type='text'>yes, i do wish at 11:11</title><content type='html'>1. If you could push one person off a mountain, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;i won&#39;t even if i can... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where did you get the shirt you&#39;re wearing?&lt;br /&gt;u wouldn&#39;t want to know what &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; wearing right now. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you still have clothes that belong to your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. a shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you get attached to people easily?&lt;br /&gt;not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been to USA?&lt;br /&gt;nope.. no plans at all.. not in the near future at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you go to church?&lt;br /&gt;i try to every &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever cut class?&lt;br /&gt;once in college... to have my hair cut. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What&#39;s your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;does watching &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;lobo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;hana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;kimi&lt;/span&gt; and avatar through &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever seen the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;GOONIES&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely no idea what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many times have you been in love?&lt;br /&gt;no comment &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;dogs... (they are all in &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;iligan&lt;/span&gt;) =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you Smoke?&lt;br /&gt;nope... even if i have to smoke to save my life, i won&#39;t.. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;check my cellphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What&#39;s your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you been on a date in the last 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are Chuck Norris jokes funny?&lt;br /&gt;not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What&#39;s your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;akong&lt;/span&gt; appetite &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;pangkarpentero&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;wala&#39;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;pili&lt;/span&gt; as long as edible &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; food... pro if i should choose, i guess it would be chocolates.. yum yum!!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What&#39;s the last movie you saw in the theater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot;&gt;horton&lt;/span&gt; hears a who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can you live without the computer?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you hide?&lt;br /&gt;please be more specific with the question.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;can&#39;t think of any right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When was the last time you got flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot;&gt;ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.... 4&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_24&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year high school (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who was the last person you were in a moving vehicle with?&lt;br /&gt;random strangers &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_25&quot;&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_26&quot;&gt;jeepney&lt;/span&gt;.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Best kind of pizza?&lt;br /&gt;have always been a fan of pizza... &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_27&quot;&gt;basta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_28&quot;&gt;cguro&lt;/span&gt; cheesy, i like... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Would you take care of your friends while they&#39;re sick?&lt;br /&gt;i might...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was the last CD you purchased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_29&quot;&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When was the last time you dyed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;never did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you want to be/or stay in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;not as of the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is a band/singer you will always love?&lt;br /&gt;creed, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_30&quot;&gt;nickleback&lt;/span&gt; and the likes... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever watched a movie drunk?&lt;br /&gt;no... i don&#39;t drink... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you wish at 11:11?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes... i do.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;both ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;c &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_31&quot;&gt;mamaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;should be getting ready for work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What are you wearing on your feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_32&quot;&gt;flip-flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the last person you slept in the same bed with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_33&quot;&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_34&quot;&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt;... c &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_35&quot;&gt;sittie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_36&quot;&gt;hadjirah&lt;/span&gt;... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many people have you &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_37&quot;&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_38&quot;&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_39&quot;&gt;unlitext &lt;/span&gt;mode &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_40&quot;&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_41&quot;&gt;kron&lt;/span&gt;.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was your last comment from?&lt;br /&gt;a blog hopper... &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_42&quot;&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your current conversation about?&lt;br /&gt;no conversation as of the very moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;br /&gt;nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Where were you two days ago at this time?&lt;br /&gt;at work...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5269242519999619445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/05/1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/5269242519999619445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/5269242519999619445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/05/1.html' title='yes, i do wish at 11:11'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856308506873539909.post-5030043542826563162</id><published>2008-05-04T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:59:11.741-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boredom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lovettejam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="typing test"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="typingmaster"/><title type='text'>typing test...</title><content type='html'>well... i got a little more bored than usual... what can i do? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i visited my very own profile in friendster (can be accessed &lt;a href=&quot;http://profiles.friendster.com/btjam&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and used my App... i tried speed typing challenge.. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196748953107766754&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUM8D4JD-fOVhmrgi3bmdKLB7vsgW5JcULBM6f2KHlNkl6_1MrT1hXyhAwj2HSsfDn8c1QWhw6bDuBQnmrZetEwKYIUHBtNZ8r5-GR5TjnDvLKhJ3ZCuH05eM5l1W4B1qdKopgjJykywg/s400/untitled1.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the score was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196749661777370610&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRw-NKYhvkr7WH0uaSaINTAiZoplZe3JOiHKF87UuxISUsMpFiiQJd6zz5Yz5-CPGYVrjh_SA9s9QA18ZmAYqGEH-rfwV0WKDg5LjvyxKiTvIhQ8jCP0URkzQB3ExUzF-Hc0UYneYm04/s400/untitled.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;fyi, the high scores are in the 700s... gosh! how do they do that? hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and so i tried the typing test available at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.typingtest.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.typingtest.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i completed the 2-minute test and the results are...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*deng dedeng... drum roll please...*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196752694024281602&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxuR4fZmCEb-XRVzdA0GK2EaqTp_AlRP0sev3HQgtiJg3Be4EwdgsSARFuvBHhbwx0gTR76Ynw5zSFVrXVjNkobGOVwIuqza_3tqlpxq3eWE97cPvj8kEvTt-33gh_T4-RzS4DKrvvppE/s400/untitled2.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;hmmmm... i guess i should start learning touch typing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*yah.. i don&#39;t touch type.. so sue me!* ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5030043542826563162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/05/typing-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/5030043542826563162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856308506873539909/posts/default/5030043542826563162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btjam.blogspot.com/2008/05/typing-test.html' title='typing test...'/><author><name>btjAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13073030333010720130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvn3zWsz39z-wnWsNmq61Djz5T_y6-g7GwKJXVDU00ycZ5vXTPXtzVE9MP06xovjA5ljJ8646-5SqDw6g-RVaI_KOhkWrEU6323DQrPgEjJmFnFrP8HGpkfOXevBo9kZE/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUM8D4JD-fOVhmrgi3bmdKLB7vsgW5JcULBM6f2KHlNkl6_1MrT1hXyhAwj2HSsfDn8c1QWhw6bDuBQnmrZetEwKYIUHBtNZ8r5-GR5TjnDvLKhJ3ZCuH05eM5l1W4B1qdKopgjJykywg/s72-c/untitled1.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>