<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:42:20.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JealousBoi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-6208277570858361985</id><published>2007-02-10T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:58:28.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;journal no. 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GERAULD WITH A U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The legacy lives on. New site. New personality. New revelations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gerauldwithau.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://gerauldwithau.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-6208277570858361985?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/6208277570858361985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=6208277570858361985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/6208277570858361985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/6208277570858361985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2007/02/journal-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-114339159467442540</id><published>2006-03-27T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:51:22.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;journal no. 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the principle of &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow. I just realized that this is my first entry in nearly two months. Yes, I was that busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Charity ended. Class is done. Summer's here...not to mention summer classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to go back to &lt;em&gt;March 21, 2006- Tuesday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus is finally over- a massive thorn off my back. I had a huge difficulty with this subject. Now that it's done, I'm just hoping I won't be "done" when grades come out April 17th. I was really frustrated with my performance during the exam. I forgot some of the formulas I studied. Damn. Nothing more to say. Went home that day with my mind as watery as soup. Thank God I saw Ian on the way home. At least I got to chat a lil and set my mind away from Calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's here. Reminds me how I hate school breaks (except for the extra liesure and sleeping time.) But maybe that's the downside of breaks like these- there's just too much time for nothing. Well, that's the way it is in my side of the world. Don't think I'm a lazy ass or something. In fact, I have a long list of things I would want to do during the break, but I don't think I'll be able to do them the way I want to. Well, I don't lack the capacity. Maybe what I lack is the motivation, the purpose..spirit perhaps? I don't even know why or how come. The idea just popped into my mind a second ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;March 22, 2006- Wednesday/ March 23, 2006- Thursday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school even though I had nothing to do. I had to go out. Had. (&lt;em&gt;Had &lt;/em&gt;connoting necessity for survival.) Saw Mitch, Ian, and Andrea (friends from Davao). I am glad to have finally caught up with them after months of little contact. Very glad. The next Thursday, I was with the same bunch. We went to Gateway and ate at Cibo. Ick, I'm never gonna eat there again..or at least eat their Spaghetinni Il CLassico (not sure of the spelling). Emptied my pocket to the last cent just for a bunch of noodles soaked in olive oil. It would've been one of the worst meals I've had if it wasn't for the fine company that was Andrea, Ian, and Mitch. I was literally drooling for the paninis they ordered. They tasted better (I suppose) and they cost a lot less than my order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="BucketStrip" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://w16.photobucket.com/widgets/BucketStrip.swf" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" flashvars="url=http://w16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/simple friends/&amp;name=asimplelife"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;March 24, 2006- Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found myself in school again...and in the midst of the same people again...but that was good...I couldn't ask for more. I was all alone when I came to school. I hate being alone when it is not necessary. So i had to find them. (&lt;em&gt;Had &lt;/em&gt;connoting neccesity for survival.) So I found them. Couldn't ask for more. When we went to our seperate ways, I decided to watch my BlueRep friends' show at the Fine Arts Theater. It was a very intimate show...so intimate that I was gonna be the sole member of the audience. Woah, I didn't ask for that..it was a good thing that two more came to see the show. I have to admit the show was kinda freaky...but I loved it. It was a silent and dreamy play focused on a girl trapped in a sort of inescapable dream where dolls are alive and, well, creepy. Andrei was one of those creepy dolls.(refer to image below.) Miyo and Papu were the gaurds(?) who kept the girl from escaping and at the same time they were live props who were of no help to the girl who wanted to reach the bottle of water(?) hung way beyond her reach. She eventually grew old trying to reach that bottle of water. I had to congratulate my friends for that show. It was a different experienc for me- a simple yet memorable one. Behind the scenes were Vica and Jill. Bravo you guys! Seriously...it did remind me of a dream I once had. Well, it was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="ImageGrid" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://w16.photobucket.com/widgets/ImageGrid.swf" width="240" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://w16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/simple friends/&amp;amp;name=bluerep" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Ian afterwards. First time we ever did. I helped him find sunglasses. But we searched in vain. Nevertheless, it was fun, laughs and good time. I couldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 25, 2006- Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go out. (Had connoting necessity for survival.) But I couldn't. I wanted to ask for more. But who would provide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~One should never leave behind things that should never be left behind. I did...because I had to. The situation, in its simplest concept, was a necessity for my survival. But all things are never simple. So when the situation became complex, it no longer succumbed to the principle of Had. (&lt;/em&gt;Had &lt;em&gt;connoting you-know-what.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left them behind, not knowing that I will be needing them...needing them badly. Now, I find myself in their midst. So much time was spent away from them that I cannot figure out if I'll be able to come back to their lives and belong. But is it possible that you give the returnee a chance? I shouldn't have left you behind. One should never leave behind things that should never be left behind. I did...because I had to. Hence, the price is to be paid.&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-114339159467442540?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114339159467442540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=114339159467442540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/114339159467442540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/114339159467442540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2006/03/journal-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113906279003327204</id><published>2006-02-04T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T22:29:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;journal no. 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reason for Jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there. I havent's posted a journal for ages now. Well, to be honest...there's just nothing much to talk about. Mm-hmm, my life's turning into a bore...too much of a bore, I must say. How the hell did I get here?! I wish my life was the way it was. I don't exactly mean that I wish I wasn't in Manila anymore. No, I love it here. It's just that things were different when I started out. I don't know...I think I'm just missing a lot of things. Firt off, I miss the relationships I had with some of my friends. I'm starting to feel that some of them are getting out of reach. Most of the time, when I get to be with them, I find myself silent and awkward. I couldn't find anything to talk about. I see myslef staring into empty spaces.I miss'em. Where are you? I don't know...Life's empty. Nothing is what it really seems. I may seem happy. But, boy, it's tough. I guess I better change the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last night was totally fun. It was my first night out with the cast of Sweet Charity, a bunch of incredible talenst whoem I simply adore. We went to Tribu near Xavierville to have some fun, laughs, and good time! There was Kakki, Pineds, Pom, Andrei, Geegee, Jepoy, Joms, Aram, Vica, Reg, Red, Ralph, Mako/Shark, and Laura. It was all cool. At first, I kinda felt awkard coz I haven't hung-around with them for the longest time. We drank and all. I got a lil tipsy. My eyes were totally red. My whole face was red. Everything was all cool. Maybe except for some really..uhm..should I say..hmm...weird(?)parts. It might be best that I don't talk about the details just now. *chuckles* Well, that aside. All's well. I could use another inuman session...one that I wouldn't have to worry about getting home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113906279003327204?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113906279003327204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113906279003327204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113906279003327204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113906279003327204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2006/02/journal-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113665982549872123</id><published>2006-01-08T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T04:25:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;journal no. 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People Who Need People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 1:30 am and I'm still awake. It's one of those lonely and isolated weekends at home, and I feel very empty. Because I had nothing else to do and no one to talk to,I inevitably contemplated by myself- contemplated about things that would randomly crawl into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holiday Season was a total bore. Though it was slightly better than last year's, I can still classify it under "Flop." I can't believe I've had two shitty Holiday Seasons in a row! I thought this shittiness would go all the way, but hey, I was wrong. Come Tuesday night, January 3,2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/21884265946397l.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian, Mitch, Me - Finally!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all set! I, Ian , and Mitch were to invade Greenhills that night. I got so excited. Finally, I had something to rave about in the Holiday Season. &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3798189"&gt;Mitch&lt;/a&gt;, Michelle Factura in real life and Maian/Mayan (?) to many, is one of my dear friends from Davao City.I have incredibly missed these two! &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3059246"&gt;Ian Tan&lt;/a&gt;, also a fellow Davaoeño, has always been one of my closest guy friends. Although we are all in Ateneo, we rarely get to hang-around coz of our busy schedules. When we finally met up at the Promenade, Greenhills, we got all high since we hadn't seen each other for ages. I was really happy to have finally hung about with them. We went to eat at Tender Bob's. Dinner was so scrumptious and (not to mention)expensive! Mitch, who's in some kind of a diet, ordered Baked Ziti. Ian ordered this massive chicken roast, while I ordered Rib Eye something. At first I felt very awkward talking to them coz, unfortunately, I wasn't in the right mood at that time- considering the fact that I only had a few hours to chill out with them and that we were to come back to school on the next day. But soon enough, I was able to tune myself up and we started to really fool around and mingle like we used to do back in first year high, when I was still they're classmate at Ateneo de Davao before I left for Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/21884363412703l.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to be thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/2188513196233l.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Ian, who fancies walking in some absurd reason(hehe), lead us in walking around..and I mean AROUND the Greenhills compound so that we could relieve ourselves from our full bellies. We finally cooled down back at the Promanade at the Cafe Xocolat and just talked about life and stuff and also took a gazillion pictures of ourselves until we all gave up in fatigue. (haha!) We all went our ways at around 10. Mitch and Ian had papers to cram on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was a pretty short hang-out, I was very happy to have ended the Holidays that way. Sigh, thanks Mitch and Ian! Love you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the hang-out also reminded me of my other dear friends from outside of Maniala whom I awfully miss as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/camz.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=16047614"&gt;Carmelle Caracena&lt;/a&gt; or Camz, as I call her, is my bestest friend in Cebu. I met her at...oh my gosh...Camz!! I don't remember how I met you! HAHAH!!Damn, I'm having a mental black out!! Anyways, the bottomline is Camz was there when I needed someone at my side when I felt all the odds were against me. Moving into Cebu was really difficult and harsh, but Camz remained there although we were of different schools. I don't see myself visiting Cebu any time soon, so I'm pretty much worried that I won't be seeing her soon. Thanks to technology, however, I can keep in touch with her. In fact, just early this evening, I had the chance to chat with her via YM. It's great to finally hear from you again Camz! Good luck sa imong love life Camz! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="140" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/ayra.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3834225"&gt;Ayra Jimenez&lt;/a&gt; is also one of my closest Davao friends, and she studies at La Salle. Since my arrival in Manila, Ayra and I have talked and bonded over the fone quite frequently but we rarely went out together because of our conflicting class schedules. We just had a pretty interesting chat earlier this evening.*wink* I'm looking forward to our next conversations. It's always worth while talking to ya. Ayra, let's partey! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/j9.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Janine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="140" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/xtin.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ate Christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3798189"&gt;Janine Reyes&lt;/a&gt; is pretty much my oldest friend along with her sister, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bc&amp;amp;uid=4536143"&gt;Ate Christine&lt;/a&gt;. They're so not cuz of they're age (we're peers) but coz we have been friends since birth. (I mean it!) Gosh, we have come a long way and there's just too much to say. They are like the elder/peer sisters I never had. We haven't seen each other for nearly nearly two and a half years and I trully miss the older days when I still lived just across the street. They were always there for me like I was they're own brother. I love ya, you guys. Miss you much! We'll see each other soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113665982549872123?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113665982549872123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113665982549872123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113665982549872123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113665982549872123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2006/01/journal-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113594176292875553</id><published>2005-12-30T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T23:14:38.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the 24th, I have strangely attached myself to the surreal pages of books; well, novels, to be specific. (I wouldn't want you to think I'm an academic has-been.) I consider this to be a feircely mental case because the fact is I was never a sucker for books. And so, I have also become mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across four books (I arranged in order of time bought): &lt;a href="http://www.inq7.net/lif/2003/may/05/lif_6-1.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smaller and Smaller Circles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by F.H. Batacan, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0618173870/103-5697676-7641465?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eveything is Illuminated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Jonathan Safran Foer, &lt;a href="http://www.directtextbook.com/reviews/9715690157"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Woman Who Had Two Navels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Nick Joaquin, and the last one, which I bought from the bookshop just yesterday, &lt;a href="http://www.curtissittenfeld.com/prep.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Curtis Sittenfeld. Two of those books are of local publishing (you can tell which is which by the native surnames of the authors), while the other two are foreign printings and, mind you,the latter ones hurt my pockets- they hurt it real bad. Ha-ha...Anyways, I'm pretty proud to say that I've already managed to complete the Filipinianas and I've just started on the imports, hitting &lt;em&gt;Everything is Illuminated&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have indeed went into a "reading fit" and I must say, it didn't just slip down the crack. Dad kept complaining that I have become my own island since I started on this fit, and I acted on that complaint by continuing on with my read...as, truthfuly so, my own island. About half-way through my second reading, I encountered the curious case of the "woman who had two navels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that curious case, as if things weren't strange enough (all this reading, I mean), I suddenly had this thought in my mind. &lt;em&gt;Maybe I have two navels as well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on an image below to view what that shit is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inq7.net/lif/2003/may/05/lif_6-1.htm" target="newpage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 99px; height: 209px;" alt="Smaller and Smaller Circles" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/lif_6-1.jpg" height="200" width="130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0618173870/103-5697676-7641465?v=glance&amp;n=283155" target="newpage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 96px; height: 206px;" alt="Everything is Illuminated" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/elij.jpg" height="200" width="130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.directtextbook.com/reviews/9715690157" target="newpage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 98px; height: 204px;" alt="The Woman Who Had Two Navels" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/woman.jpg" height="200" width="130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.curtissittenfeld.com/prep.htm" target="newpage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 99px; height: 204px;" alt="Prep" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b10/gerauld_yoah/coverbigjpeg.jpg" height="200" width="130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113594176292875553?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113594176292875553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113594176292875553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113594176292875553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113594176292875553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-no_113594176292875553.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113540903009201594</id><published>2005-12-24T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:44:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 19 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMANCIPATED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;okay, first things first... Hapy Holidays!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, got off from a really interesting night...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, we had this family Christmas Party. It was okay. We had this new thing for our party. You see, there are six families in my father's side and each family has to perform something as part of a competition. The best family will receive a 1000 bucks. Boy, that was something I did not like...IT WAS SO HUMILIATING: I had to wear this sack with the face of Sponge Bob painted on it and then dress as a midget. I felt oober stupid! Hah, nevertheless... it was something. Well, we lost, but I don't care. Haha. Another "interesting" thing in that party was that some celebrity girl arrived as my uncle's visitor. Her name's Empress and according to my star struck family, she's part of that show in GMA 7 called Etheria(?)..I'm not sure..I'm not even aware of that show. So anyways, as I said, she's some newbie celebrity. Heck, the whole family was going gaga with taking pictures of/with her! I think I was the only one who didn't know or didn't care who she was! Haha... I didn't mean to be rude or "kill-joy" but I just didn't fancy going nuts for some celebrity neophyte..well, she was pretty..but hey, i really did not care.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moving on: well, after that I had to scram andf go to this other party..this time, it only concerned me. It was thrown by my good friend Andrew Myers. He's a long-time childhood friend of mine who cameto visit from the States. He's Fil-Am by the way..that explains the caucasian surname Well, he threw some party alright! I got tipsy... a lil' too tipsy for my own good as a matter of fact. He served lots of Vodka Ice...and Vodka Ice is like my favorite drink!Unfortunately, i am not at liberty to talk much about the happenings at that party for some unexplainable reason...but the bottom line is, it rocked! Thanks Drew!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other night, I got a lil' too lonely in our house. Gee, I had nothing to do for the whole day except bum around the house. It killed me! So that night, I decided to have a lil' chat with Tanya, my closest BlueRep friend, and we talked about some pretty interesting stuff. Right, Ach?! *wink*..hahaha..Well, I had a great talk with her..and it made my day. Thanks Tanya! See you soon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, we had our BlueRep Christmas Party just this past Wednesday, December 21, and boy, it rocked! I got some gifts from my great BlueRep friends and I have to say, thanks you guys!! We played this Thai kris kringle c/o Mikey Tan, he's a sooper fun BlueRep friend, and I got Jepoy's gift, the really nice guy whom a lot of people said I look like at first. HAHA! Gimme five Jepoy! Anyways, I got this car kit from him Well, I though i won't be able to use it at first but then, it got lost of very interesting stuff like the Swiss knife and the road map, etc. Thanks Jepoy!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, I forgot, before the party, we had dinner at Tia Maria's at Katipunan with Red, Tanya, Andrei, Jim, Mako, Yen, Joms, and Laura. It was there I became "gay for the day." Haha. Red started everything when he asked that stupid Magic 8 ball of Joms if i was gay or not, in some sort of a joke, and it said "YES" in reply. Curse you, Magic 8 ball!! But hey, i went with the flow nevertheless. Haha... We went back to that place after the party. This time minus Laura and Jim, but plus Ren, Mia, Yas, Reg, Mahar, Kakki, Aram, Pineds, &lt;gee&gt;We had Margarita, compliments of Mahar. The night was really fun and exceedingly interesting. But unfortunately, I'll have to stop there. It's a long story. Hehe. However, it was unforgetable. (*wink*) I had to leave earlier, so our chit-chat was cut short. (boo!) Until next time, my friends!! Go BlueRep!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I pretty much wrote a lot for the day already. I guess that's that. See you next time!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. I'm still pissed that I missed our block party. ARGH! I heard someone got wasted!...hmmm..I wonder who that was....*wink*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113540903009201594?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113540903009201594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113540903009201594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113540903009201594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113540903009201594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-no_113540903009201594.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113536184682105008</id><published>2005-12-24T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:17:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for once, i can say... i'm on the edge of being drunk ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113536184682105008?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113536184682105008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113536184682105008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113536184682105008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113536184682105008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-no_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113398014997133697</id><published>2005-12-08T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:13:19.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOHOO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gee, I just realized that I have been writing pretty serious journals for like ages already!! Hmm, I'm so sorry for that.. I can really get sucky (and corny) when I get too emotional. Anyways, I thinjk it's about time to go back to the traditional (WOOHOO!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I had the best sleep of my life!!! Woohoo! (Or at least it felt like it)..AND NO!!! I DID not have sex or even made out with anyone!!!(HAHA.. got a little sexual back there) Nevermind that..going back..You see, Hadn't slept for like 5 days prior to the other night... and that was not coz of projects, insomnia, or any other shit... I JUST COULDN't SLEEP..I mean I'd go to bed early but I would be able to snooze like when it's 4-5 am already...fucker!..and that was coz my body/eyes/brain gave up already..uhm..maybe I was thinking too much.hehe..but the heck, woohoo! at least I finally got to sleep. The other night, I got to sleep at 'round 1245 am. Last night...I slept at 1 am (a lil' later than the previous one but hey, it's a whole lot better than the 4's and 5's I got!) YES! I'm getting there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I saw my crush!! WOOHOO!! (sa maka-connect: not you!..heehee) Anyways, we had a class together and when I got the topic I'm gonna report for the next week, she initiated a conversation with me and even though she was like 2 rows behind me!! (I'M MELTING!) AND, it wasn't just any talk-talk..she tried to make me laugh! hahah....shit, I'm blushing right now... haha.. aww..her smooth mestiza face, her burgundy-dyed hair, her perfect smile....And as if things weren't good enough, we're groupmates in our s&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/1600/Fekchur%20#(03).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emester-long project!! WOOHOO!! I'm melting!! freak on, baby!&lt;br /&gt;Change topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really boring day...not until SWEET CHARITY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a free cut for my 11 am P.E. 101 class today, so that was good! haha.. you know, come to think of it..i have never came to a REAL P.E. 101 lecture class..hah...our first proper class was suppedly last monday, but..heehee..i woke up late, so i missed it..haha..one cut down, three more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO cuz of that free cut, I had nothing to do until 1230, so I just ate some stuff from bento with my blockmates, Clarisse and Stella (gee, I miss them...I'm just to busy nowadays) Anyways, people...especially Atenistas (de Manila ha...haha)... you should try that chicken lollipop from bento at caf down! It ain't that much, but for me, it tasted really good for caf food..plus, it was just 46 bucks with rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food...shit.. I ate a lot today!When I got dismissed, I ate gyudon(beef rice), then this really hard and digustingly sweet apple tarts from dulcinea, then a bunch of beef nachos...in consecutive order! haha..and oh.dont forget those two mint sugar canes Pineds brought from the States..I loved them. Shit, so much for getting thin. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that I went to SWEET CHARITY rehearsals to do my stage manager duties. Well, in case you didn't know, SWEET CHARITY (SC) is the next big thing of Blue Repertory...it's a huge musical extravaganza so watch out for it! Andrei had a class again so I had to stand-in for him at choreo. But hey, I used to be very good at dancing...but now, I suck.haha..I mean, I can still dance but my memory ain't that good. When Andrei arrived, damn, I taught him the wrong steps. HAHA..sorry Drei! Good thing Jim was there. He's a 3rd year high school student who joined SC. The kid's a really good dancer. Woah! Anyways, the dance was really fun and cool. Kyla, our cool choreographer, taught us well. And oh, by the way, she's a Rivera too.haha..nothing..I guess the talent just runs in the name..hahaha..kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rehearsals, we had dinner at Bento Box at Katipunan. I was with Pom, Andrei, Joms, Red, Kyla, and Karl. Woohoo! It was really great hanging out with them at last..WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,i'm just chatting with my great ol' friend Ian Tan..gee, I miss that guy. And also Ayra, Mitch, Ate Christine, and Janine - my coolness friends from Davao. Shit, I hope I'll see you soon guys. Speaking of Ian, where is he? A moment ago I was chatting with him, now, he's nowhere! grrr...hahahha...oh wait..he's back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113398014997133697?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113398014997133697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113398014997133697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113398014997133697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113398014997133697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-no_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113345021239577228</id><published>2005-12-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:12:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/1600/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journal no. 16 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poetry...and such&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a random poem from my archives. shit. ain't it just sweet sorrow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The concept of fear is one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That often occupies my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is it that something so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inexplicibly irrational can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wreak havoc so effortlessly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like all, I have my fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, unlike others, the things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That bring me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are not physical, but emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot read her mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And cannot know the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To the questions that plague my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I kiss her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I accept what I have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I chance losing everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or be happy with the way things stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only I knew what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where to go from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She is like no other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her beauty escapes description.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet the fear of making a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mistake, of losing her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is too great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A fear so great, that it has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On occasion,Left me silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When she's gone, it will pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me greatly, but to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That I pushed her away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is something I could not accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In all my years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never met anybody that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Could make me feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That which I feel right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But in my inexperience, coupled with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My characteristic shyness, come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Together with the ever present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To addle my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will the fog ever lift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will I ever have an answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or will I always be held in check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the oppression of my fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113345021239577228?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113345021239577228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113345021239577228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113345021239577228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113345021239577228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/12/journal-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113336461226895156</id><published>2005-11-30T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:38:09.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journal # 15 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNTITLED....yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whew. It's been quite a longtime since I have last written a journal. It's not because I was lazy or had nothing to write. On the contrary, I had lots of things to write about - good, bad, or just plain confusing- but I just chose to keep them to myself. Plus, had to have some time off for reflection. Don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I just came home from Sweet Charity Rehearsals, and boy, did I have fun. I'm just a part-time stage manager for this production(not that I degrade stage managing, mind you) although I desperately want to be part of its cast. I couldn't perform this semester because my &lt;em&gt;loving &lt;/em&gt;parents forbade me to do so. They considered BlueRep as the reason for my low grades last semester even though I continuously reiterated to them that it wasn't and it will never be. I told them that they should blame me. But in the end, they blamed me &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; BlueRep. Bullshit. Still,BlueRep's really great for me coz it's a stress reliever and through the org, I get to share my passion for theater with a bunch of people/friends I really adore, so I have decided to continue my services for BlueRep, whether my parents would like it or not. But i have to kick my ass off just to be able to do so. It's a long story but just to sum things up, let's say I'm like a secret agent for a lack of words- a seemingly obedient and hardworking student by day, a dedicated BlueRepper at night. It may sound a bit intriguing, but boy, am I not liking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate the fact that I have to sneak out all the time just to be able to go to rehearsals and help out. How I wish I could tell my parents the whole truth. But they aren't really that supportive of me and of the craft I have grown to love. So, i have no choice. (It's a much longer story but let's save it for later.) Gee,it just sucks that at every reahearsal, I would always be jealous looking at my friends performing their asses off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a better note, I had some fun today coz I was &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;close to what I have always dreamed about during rehearsals. My good friend, Pom, had to leave early, so I had to stand in for him. And shit, it was an orgasmic feeling to have performed again even jus as a stand-in. It might not seem that much, but for me, it meant a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only I had the freedom to do or to venture on something I really love. I'm quite pessimistic about my current course, management. I don't know, I feel like I'm not liking it one bit. That's why I most likely will be shifting to Legal Management next school year, although it might not be much of a change. Sigh, if only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, change topic....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been feeling very low-spirited of late. Although it may not show, it's killing the shit out of me... sigh, something's up, and i'm not liking it...what's worse is that I, myself, don't really understand what the whole shit is about. Grrr, need to do some more contemplation. Perhaps, in that way, I'll understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before I end, i just wanna say, screw the grammar and stuff. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113336461226895156?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113336461226895156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113336461226895156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113336461226895156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113336461226895156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-15-untitled.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113215084445788673</id><published>2005-11-16T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:07:09.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;journal # 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Changing Topics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sitting here and I just realized I haven't posted a journal for the longest time. Sigh, haven't been in the right mood lately with this dizziness shit. Fart, why won't it stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Prince david Condominiums around 5 pm to attend rehearsals for BlueRep's Pomil coporate Show. Well, I am not a performer for that show ('cuz my parents won't allow me to be one this semester) but I still came to help fix the props and stuff. Kakki (our coolness company manager), Vica (our 'sexy' internal vp), Geegee (our sweet sweet Secreatry General), Andrei, Joms, Tanya, Emjo (a very nice fellow BlueRepper and English blockmate), Rana,Karl, Pao, Joy (another kick-ass fellow BlueRepper), and Papu (always gentleman BlueRepper) were there. Well, when I sat in a corner, I suddenly felt my head going heavy again. My head was starting to spin a 'lil. I felt like crap. It died down a lil bit after a few minutes. That sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me. Hope this will soon go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change Topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me and Tanya went to Gateway to hang-out 'coz our classes ended at 1:30. We ate at the food court. Had a really huge Porterhouse Steak Meal while Tanya had some Fried Bangus, soup, and Kare-kare. What a PIG! hahaha...just kidding Tan! Woohoo. But our main thing was to watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose. I loved the movie. It was some scary stuff. It was close reality. That's why I fancied it more than The Exorcist. Just didn't like the end-part when the movie got a lil preachy and religious. However, I still recommend it. Tanya and I had great fun! Woohoo..nice to hang-out with you again, Tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change Topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School had started Monday this week. Yes, back to all the school stress. But this time around, welcoming first day funk was in a lighter mood since the last weekend of SemBreak really ROCKED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Saturday and Sunday having my BlueREp buddies sleep over at my place. Pao, Joms, and Rolls (a super makulit BlueRep alumni) slept over last Saturday (November 12). We had some McDO burgers and fries delivered at around 3 am and we had lots of fun talks. They left the next day. But as if that wasn't enough, Pao decided to sleep over again, and this time around, he brought along Andrei. Coolness! I have never been so excited! What more could I ask for? I was so happy. I've always wanted to have good company in my place 'coz I always have no one to talk to (I'm not really that close to my family). Sunday night was so surreal. I finally had a good ol' chat with my friends. It's a nice change from the usual depressing mood I ALWAYS get whenever I'm in my room. I felt like i have gotten the pear brother/kuya I had always dreamed of. Guys (Rolls, Joms, Pao, Drei), you have no idea how you've given me the most memorable sem break ever! I only wish that weekend did not end so soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, I'm on tv!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/320/singalong1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this one's from singgit cebu, a variety show, well, in cebu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113215084445788673?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113215084445788673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113215084445788673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113215084445788673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113215084445788673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-14-changing-topics-im-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113207298698678623</id><published>2005-11-16T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:04:37.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal # 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vast Contemplation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/200/DSC00481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why am i the witness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These past few days were most vague for me. I have been experiencing serious personal conflicts that I, myself, cannot figure out. I have seriously thought of talking about them with someone but I am ever so hesitant because I do not know how I will be able to share them in a comprehensible manner. I only got myself to relate to as of now, and it makes me feel quite melancholic. So, I thought of writing them down as a way of releasing the anxieties, tensions, and angst that came with these conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I have noticed that my attitude towards school has become more and more decadent. Just recently, I can't find any motivation to work hard. Maybe one apparent reason is that I have only minimal love for the career path I'm currently taking - BS Management. I am now in the process of nearly deciding to shift to BS Legal Management by next year since I have thought of being a corporate lawyer someday.  But how come I am still not eager for that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, for one, I am sorta feeling some pressure from my folks and relatives- being the eldest and only son of my parents. I am also pressured by the support I should give to my younger sisters, which my family expects from me when I graduate. Although theater is the only passion I have, it can never be a choice because my folks have made it clear that they won't like it even though I haven't expressed to them my thoughts of theater as a career. Plus, I am the technically the only person who likes and appreciates the art of theater in both sides of my family- so most likely, I wouldn't get that much support. It seems that I have no immediate remedy at this point, so I guess I'll be sticking with SOM (School of Management)..and I hope I'll learn to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has bothered me and is still bothering me is this recurrent dizziness that I get. I don't know exactly why I'm feeling this ever so often. I don't think it's the "stash" I'm using 'cuz I don't get dizzy every time I use them. I dont think it's cuz of hunger (i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;eating &lt;/em&gt;well) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It started on the day of BlueRep's Halloween party. Tanya, Joms, and I were hanging out at Seattle's Best in Katipunan when I suddenly felt it. It was nothing like I felt before. I had never felt my head so heavy. I feel like my head was turning. I could feel my eyes rolling up. When I stand up, I feel like I am going to stumble. It carried on even at the party. I even puked the food that I had eaten there 'cuz of the dizziness. Since then, it would come back unexpected. Every time I feel I it, I feel like vomiting, most especially when It comes back after I eat a meal. Actually, I'm feeling it right now but in a lower intensity.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that bothers me is this weird feeling I have. I have never felt it before. It's sorta like an attraction. One that I had never expected to happen. But one thing about it is for sure, it can and will never go more than an attraction. That's why I call it an &lt;em&gt;impossible dream&lt;/em&gt;. And I can only elaborate until there. Period. I just needed to release my anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113207298698678623?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113207298698678623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113207298698678623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113207298698678623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113207298698678623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-13-vast-contemplation-why-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113061230238635210</id><published>2005-10-30T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:23:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/1600/stare.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/400/stare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's nights like this when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want to hear solutions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my dreams just tease me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With promises of a better tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That isn't today yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And patience isn't one of my virtues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What, you mean this isn't normal for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Either I'm damn good at hiding this or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spend a lot more time than I like to think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lost in my head Angst may be fashionable these days, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd much rather be a happy geek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113061230238635210?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113061230238635210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113061230238635210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113061230238635210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113061230238635210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-no_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113060361558461533</id><published>2005-10-30T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:21:03.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGHS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*Sigh* These past few days were not much to be keen about. I have been quite moody to the point that I was*nt inspired at all to write another journal. Tha*s why I have resorted to those lame blog quizzes from quizillas, although, they*re findings are oddly accurate at some points, mind you. So, today, I have thought of writing about being uninspired to write. (small laughter) Well, it*s not much of a topic; nevertheless, at least I have one. On second thought, just let me cut the bullshit and write whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 3 days now, I have been kept as a prisoner in my own house. Mum has forbidden me to go outside to meet my friends, or even settle school affairs. In short, I just can*t go outside. Why? Mummy dearest wants me to stay at home *cause its vacation (said in irritated tone) That wasn*t a vague reason! Like I have*nt been home most of my life! Hah! Life at our house is just so bland. I mean, I love my family, and I know they love me, but the truth is that I don*t have anyone to talk to. By that I mean, no one in the house can ever talk to me as close peer talk about nonsense, gibberish, *wild and interesting* thoughts, you know, things I talk about with my peers. Well, I*m not at all that close to both of my parents, and I can never get a worthwhile conversation from my sisters, sine they*re both too young (one is 12, the other is 6). Sometimes I wish I had a brother, or even a sister, one that is either a few years my senior or 1-2 years my junior. I would give anything to have someone in the house talk to about my angst, issues, and life, especially now that I*m at a critical age of 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder why I was SO happy when a few BlueRep friends of mine slept over at my place (namely: Andrei, Jill, Mako, Micah, and Paolo). Heck! I felt like I wanted that to happen forever! It was just perfect. You see, not a night passes by when I dream of having someone to share my room with, someone whom I can have a sensible conversation with, someone who will back me up *cause he/she knows how I’m feeling and what I’m dealing with. It just makes me overly ecstatic whenever I have these all night long conversations with a few great friends. These things remind of my dreams of having a brother-to- brother talk (me being the younger one). You see, I*m kinda fed up being the eldest and only son in the family. At many times, I just wish that, for once, I will be the one being taken cared of, guarded, and mentored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can get really lonely at nights when I can*t sleep. I just can*t resist dreaming of having a peer or a brother to go with me through the night. I*m kinda sick of having the darkness to accompany me and the air to listen to me.. (*small giggle…that was a bit dramatic) Anyways, this is mainly the reason that I stay awake or even stay online through YM until dawn.. to find people to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I end this quite melancholic journal of mine, I would like to express my deepest thanks to those who have accompanied me through countless sleepless nights. Thanks for staying with me despite the calls of sleep. Thanks especially to Joms ,Karl, Pao, Tanya , and Andrei. You guys know what you*ve done. It*s just right that I make special mention to those who have answered Where are you, my friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113060361558461533?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113060361558461533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113060361558461533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113060361558461533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113060361558461533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113034870829190664</id><published>2005-10-27T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:24:49.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;SWEET CHARITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calling all talented performers (actors, singers, and dancers) in and out of Ateneo de Manila University &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be part of Ateneo blueREPERTORY*s major musical production of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Charity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Charity tells the story of an optimistic young woman named Charity Hope Valentine, who works as a dance hall hostess in a disreputable establishment. A true romantic, she hopes to find true love by trying to escape from her job. Though every man she meets breaks her heart, she continues to be the loving, vibrant and hopeful spirit that she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tony award-winning Broadway classic and Fosse Original includes Big Spender, Rhythm of Life, and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be staged on February 24 and 25 (two shows on Saturdays), and March 3 and 4 (two shows on Saturdays), at the Rizal Mini-Theatre, Ateneo de Manila University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by veteran musical theatre actress Chari Arespacochaga (Honk!, Footloose the Musical, BlueRepertory*s Merrily-We-Roll-Along)&lt;br /&gt;Musical direction by Manman Angsico (Urinetown, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Rocky Horror Show)&lt;br /&gt;Set design by Joel Reyes (Trumpets and Stages Productions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPEN AUDITION DETAILS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 11 (Friday), OPEN AUDITIONS, 1PM to 3PM Gonzaga Dance Hall, 3rd Flr. Gonzaga Building (SONG)&lt;br /&gt;Dance call backs also on November 11 from 3PM to 5 PM&lt;br /&gt;November 12 (Saturday), CALLBACKS, 1pm to 5pm, Gonzaga Dance Hall&lt;br /&gt;REQUIREMENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prepare a Broadway song (sung in acapella, with a minus one, or piano piece).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wear comfy clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bring 1 X 1 picture for your audition forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don*t be late! Strict schedule will be followed. This means no song audition will be entertained after 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Please bring P50 for the 2 cds with the soundtrack of Sweet Charity (old and new version) in case you get called back and have to learn a song for the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE BE REMINDED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REHEARSALS WILL START ON NOVEMBER 14 UNTIL THE SHOW OPENS ON FEBRUARY AND MARCH 2006. 430 TO 830 PM DAILY, AND 900 AM TO 430 PM ON SATURDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODLUCK! WE HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113034870829190664?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113034870829190664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113034870829190664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113034870829190664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113034870829190664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-no_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-113008951655142531</id><published>2005-10-24T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:11:35.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOODY MARY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="dark vampire" width=400px src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PO/POW/power2theducks/1129479511_arkvampire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Dark vampire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a dark vampire you have lost the spark, and&lt;br /&gt;the will to care about the kill any more you&lt;br /&gt;cry black hollow tears, you use to be feared&lt;br /&gt;and your name spread fear across the land among&lt;br /&gt;humans and vampires alike. For this reason you&lt;br /&gt;are alone, you regret this but you know it is&lt;br /&gt;too late. You became like that because you&lt;br /&gt;became attached to someone and now they are&lt;br /&gt;gone you dont see any reason to exist!! It is&lt;br /&gt;almost like you live for other people/vampires&lt;br /&gt;when you loose this you will again be powerful&lt;br /&gt;and free. You have to learn to live for&lt;br /&gt;yourself and not for others and realise that&lt;br /&gt;the whole world isnt against you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/power2theducks/quizzes/What%20sort%20of%20vampire%20would%20you%20be%20and%20what%20is%20your%20story?(great"&gt;What sort of vampire would you be and what is your story?(great pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-113008951655142531?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113008951655142531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=113008951655142531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113008951655142531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/113008951655142531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-no_113008951655142531.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-112996873944280345</id><published>2005-10-22T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:29:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;UNTITLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is about yesterday. The whole day was kinda off. So much for a really fun sem break. Anyways, it all started when I woke up (cue: fade into retrospect)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at around 3 pm, Andrei left for Hong Kong to be with his love. (aww!) Hope you have a great time there, my friend! I*ll miss your kakulitan.. :: very wittey::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I define cramming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I immediately concentrated on that shitty paper. Nothing was really getting into my head. I felt like I was really screwed until I had this great idea to recycle this paper I passed for English 10, added some of Rana*s ideas.. and voila!..Why did*t I think of that the other night?! Stupid me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just when I thought we could live happily ever after..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Thought everything was okay when I passed that application form. But no! Fate had to interfere. Mum missed that part where she*s suppose to give details on our business.. that really pissed me out.. so, mum and I had to drop by a nearby internet cafe. Only two fucking hours left before the 5 pm deadline! But before that, our car kinda broke down on us. FUCK! Life can be a bitch, as Tanya sometimes say. Thank God it kinda went back to normal after a few minutes. And..so we crammed. But thankfully, everything went fine after that. WHEW! I can finally breathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I HATE HOSPITALS! (except, of course, if they look like hotels)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we had to drop by the hospital to accompany my dad until the hospital*s done with him at around 9 pm. It was till 530 in the afternoon, and I was like *What did hell am I gonna do?!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time in that hospital was really freaky. I was really lonely. Got no one to talk to. I desperately wanted to hang-out with Tanya and Pao (I miss them)..but misfortune calls and I had to *attend* to my father. My desperation never actually faded away. I slept na lang so at least I couldn*t feel any worse than that. I didn*t actually want to sleep, but still, desperate times call for desperate measures. I woke up feeling a lil* better, but not any close to good. I just wanted to get out of that freaking dungeon! Good thing Drei texted, so felt a lil* cheered up. Didn*t expect that. Cool man. Nice to find out he*s having great time with Rony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, later that night, just watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban in HBO. Everything else followed, and I had to sleep earlier than usual (3 am) *cause there was nothing else to do.. only a few people were in ym..very unusual. I woke up earlier this day at around 1 pm. Yet another boring day commenced..many of my BlueRep friends are going to that huge buffet at Eastwood..wish I could come.. boy, am I jealous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-112996873944280345?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112996873944280345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=112996873944280345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112996873944280345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112996873944280345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-no_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-112996864370953678</id><published>2005-10-21T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:33:19.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS SAVED MY DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The earlier parts of last night was really hell. I was really depressed and lonely *cause I had no one to talk to. The house was dark and gloomy, so it didn*t really help. Got a lil* teary eyed there. (sounds corny.. but man, it was*t good.) I really wished I could hang-out with Tanya that time. We were kinda sharing the same sentiments. Plus, we both needed serious STASH! Argh! That was terrible. Love yah achi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I had to finish this shitty paper, which is due earlier this day, 5 pm. *Twas for my scholarship application. I just felt like shit so I wasn*t really making any progress last night. Thank God Rana was there to help me. She became my life support and helped me get some good ideas. She encouraged me to not give up. But sorry to say, I was petty much decided to ignore the paper. I just recycled an English paper I passed before, but with some added ideas from Rana. (LOVE YAH RANA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fainted that same night. Not only was I fucking depressed, I was freaking hungry. My body almost kinda gave up on me. Should*ve listened to Andrei*s advise..eat! So, eat I did. Had some left-over spaghetti..but all in moderation, mid you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another sleepless night. Thanks to *buddy* again for keeping it cool. We slept at around 5 am. Cool ka talaga buddy, you know who you are! Am protecting your image as you wanted me to.. HAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-112996864370953678?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112996864370953678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=112996864370953678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112996864370953678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112996864370953678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-no_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-112996834851818381</id><published>2005-10-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:38:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANOTHER DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up from another sleepless night.. haha.. *twas fun coz I wasn*t bored…well, duh! Finally, I got a chance to let go of skeletons in my closet. It feels great to feel that you*re not hiding terrible secrets, but still, I hope that they*ll be kept very well…trust you man! You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MEGA BLAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was full blast! Very coolness©! (Copyright © Paolo Ebora) Andrei and I watched Little Mermaid. Saw Jepoy, Maita, and Bea perform *cause they were part of it. *Twas kinda disappointing though that I didn*t get to see them play their bigger roles. Bea*s bigger role is Jewel, the little Mermaid. (WOW!) Jepoy*s, on the other hand, is Christian, the human love interest of Jewel. (WOW # 2) I forgot Maita*s bigger role though, I do think she has one. Sorry! But still, WOW # 3 .. haha.. Pinky Marquez was part of the cast! She played Crustacea (Don*t know if I spelled this right), the anatagonist. She was great! The show was also great and cute except for the very weird religious ending.. haha.. medyo nalabuan ako dun.. plus, there was this really bitchy announcer, couldn*t really blame her *cause the audience wasn*t really that tamed. But still, she was BITCHY. *extreme laughter* Putting those aside, the show was great *cause fellow BlueReppers were there. GO BLUEREP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got to eat my first hefty meal in nearly 4 days! Got to eat tofu, tofu with pork, and halo-halo. Yum! Mr. bubblebathboi here forced me to eat. HAHA. But still, I considered it as my dinner already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really embarrassing moment there. While we were looking at some thingymajiggers at Unsilver, I accidentally spilled my water on some people. (NAKS! That was so freaky! That one man even looked as if I peed on them. *biting my nails*) Why do I have really embarrassing moments whenever I go to an SM mall?! (in retrospect: my fall in SM Centerpoint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhu, From the Megamall, we went to Greenhills. Got to ride an FX for the first time. Whew! That was fun! It was kinda obvious that I was a big IGNORAMOS! (if you know what I mean..hahah..*wink*) *Twas there that I realized that I am really rude pala when I talk to salespersons or even to strangers in general. Andrei was really friendly to them. REALITY-CHECK FOR ME! I*ll work on this attitude of mine. Next project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we hit some Lights (whew..I really needed one), I had to go home early *cause I needed to accompany my sisters back at the house. My dad is confined in hospital *cause they needed to monitor his heart. Mom*s gonna sleep there with him, so there*s no *real* authority in the house. HAHA! It*s my call now! (Bwahaha*evil grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I*m really bore..but still, the day was a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-112996834851818381?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112996834851818381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=112996834851818381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112996834851818381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112996834851818381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-no_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-112972420824384459</id><published>2005-10-20T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:05:06.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;journal # 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;::VERY WITTEY::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whew! Just had 5 straight sleepless nights. Well, it didn*t really work against me *cause it was my own choice. Can*t have another one of those nights, you guys (addressed to the elite few who understands this.) Thank God Andrei was there to accompany me virtually the whole time. Bonding to the max! Cool ka talaga buddy! I owe you a lot!::very wittey::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-112972420824384459?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112972420824384459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=112972420824384459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112972420824384459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112972420824384459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-4-very-wittey-whew-just-had-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-112972424839562925</id><published>2005-10-19T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:41:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;journal no. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;GOIN* BANANAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It*s weird. I lost my usually huge appetite. I haven*t eaten breakfast since Monday. Tuesday, I ate lunch at 5 pm. I even ignored the smoked crabs for dinner. I just ate 3 bananas instead. A while ago during lunch, I just ate a banana and a few spoons of rice topped with a lil* Tinola.&lt;br /&gt;Don*t worry guys! I*m not on a diet! I*m not going through a anorexic phase as well! NO WAY! I just lost my appetite since my last hefty meal with Pao and Tanya at KFC. It*s kinda weird though. I*m just worried cause were running out of bananas. PEACE OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-112972424839562925?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112972424839562925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=112972424839562925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112972424839562925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112972424839562925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-no_112972424839562925.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-112972417007045654</id><published>2005-10-19T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:19:20.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;journal no.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BE MY GUEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom this may concern:&lt;br /&gt;Rasmfrasm! Why won*t you guys believe that Im just okay?! It*s not my responsibility to explain everything to y*all! I understand your concern, guys, and I appreciate it. But sometimes, it gets violating in my part. I*m still the same ol* Gerauld!..seriously! I*m not saying that you guys should back off or something, but just don*t be too aggressive about the issue and presume that I am on a verge of a breakdown or something like that. Know what I did was a bit too shocking, but for me, it*s a very small issue and we can just talk about it over a cup of coffee. However, I still love you guys..you know who you are. Don*t hesitate to show the same concern, guys. I still need you as my life support, and, hopefully, you*ll need me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/200/closeup3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-112972417007045654?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112972417007045654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=112972417007045654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112972417007045654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112972417007045654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-no_112972417007045654.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987935.post-112972410501228411</id><published>2005-10-19T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T01:16:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal no. 1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARTY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is officially my very first entry in my blog. (cue in applause)..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these past few days have been unusually happy for me. (shit..drama!)..hahah. It*s true though. You see, the previous weeks have been very gloomy. Finals. Grades. Issues. What more can I ask for a hell week?....hahaha..Thank God my days didnt continue that way. It*s sem break in the Ateneo and it might turn out as another ooberly boring break, but hey, the way I look at it, sem break is actually turning into the opposite..(and hopefully it will stay that way!) Well, it all started Saturday, October 15th .. (cue: fade into retrospect) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/320/MOI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Jealousboi at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That*s Haaat!&lt;/strong&gt; (said in Paris Hilton accent a.k.a slut accent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 15, 2005 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks! It*s officially my sem break! Well, it actually started on Wednesday, but some gago for a Fil. teacher wanted us to pass a paper on Friday. So that*s that. Anyways, it*s Saturday. And do you know what Saturday means? YAHOO!! PARTY! Yes, folks, it*s party time. We*re having a party for the whole cast and prod of Blue Repertory*s Blue Revue, a musical production featuring excerpts from Pippin, Once On This Island, Rent (Wohoo!), Bye Bye Birdie, and Hairspray. I played Mark from Rent and Hugo Peabody from Bye Bye Birdie. The party*s at the house of Pineds, a BlueRep alumni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the party is That*s Hat!, so we have to either do something crazy with our hair (like dying it red, which I have chosen to do) or wear a really funky hat. Yes, I chose to dye it red, so I had to buy this temporary Henna Coloring Wax thingymajigger at Robinson*s Galleria. Well, the plan actually backfired *cause the fucking saleslady didn*t tell me I had to bleach my hair. (How was I to know? It*s my first time!) Instead of my hair turning red, my scalp turned ORANGE!! Argh!! Seriously! And it*s already 5:30 pm -30 minutes before the party starts. Good thing Paolo (bro!) and Mia, fellow BlueReppers, were still looking for ways to do something funky with their hair/ heads. I met up with them at Galle at around 6:30. (We*re oober late!) They brought along Tanya (Pao*s girlfriend and my achi) and Joms (my kewlness scene partner in Rent..played Roger). I threw away the damn dye and just bought this springy Santa Clause hat from Watson*s for just 50 bucks!! (Man, it*s weird, but it just turns out that everything you need is at Watson*s)..That*s a paid advertisement..hahaha..kidding! Pao didn*t get to buy anything while Mia bought this cute shimmering hat from the P99 store, which actually accented her cool glasses and outfit..hehehe..go Mia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Standing: Jealousboi, Mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sitting: Tanya, Pao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hangin*-out in my room!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I brought them over at my place so that we could fix up for th&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/1600/113.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e party. Hay! It*s already 9! (Soooo late!) The springy Santa thingymajigger actually worked though. Pao ended up using my flowered curtain lace as a head accessory (to the extreme laughter of our maids..hahaha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We arrived at the party at around 9:30, I think- 3 hours and 30 minutes late! So, we did a GRAND ENTRANCE! A lot of people ran out to greet us. Well, we were oober late, so they thought we weren*t coming anymore. We just missed the awarding thingymajiggers. From what Macky told me, (he*s our great, great director, mentor, and someone*s sugar pie honey bunch..(giggles)..you know who you are!!Love ya and so happy for ya ma friend!)..anyways, going back, Macky told me I got the Mr. Actor Award..or was it Male Actor..or Rana, another fellow BlueRep newbie and cool,cool friend, said something about Breakthrough yadida..Anyways, Macky said.. I repeat: MACKY SAID, not me..that I got the award *cause they never had any problems with my acting since day 1 or something like that (don*t know if I exaggerated it..bwahaha). WOOHOO! I*m feeling the heat now, baby! HAHAHA..kidding! That was a feather in my cap! Thanks Macky! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don*t know if it was just me, but the party was a bit off when I arrived. Nevertheless, it was still great. For the newbies, there was Rana, Emjo, Jaja, Jett, Pearl, Ozy, Fiel, Joy, Gary, Papu, Joms, Anna, Laura, Yel, Alexa, Geoc, Liza, Rafa, Patricia, and Tanya. For the “oldies”, there was Macky, Vica, Doble, Maita, Cha (did I spell it right?), Gabs, Bea, Geegee, Jepoy, Dylan, Jill, Reg, Pola, Karl, Jed, Pom, L.A., Kakki, Jekki, Gigo, Ren, Pineds, Clang, Shark/ Mako, Andrei, and Pao/Bro. Oh, there were also non-Bluereppers like Joel and Micah. Whew! Those were a lot of names! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shifting groupies though. Most of the newbies were inside while some were outside. The oldies were at the middle of everything where the tables were. I got to hang-out with the oldies for the first time. *Twas kinda awkward at first and I didn*t feel like hanging-out with them, but if Andrei didn*t call me to sit with them, the real FUN wouldn*t have started! Hahaha..thanks Drei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/320/891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing:Karl, Bea, Geegee, and Andrei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting: Reg, Jealousboi, Pola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got to drink a lil* bit of Gary*s kinda disgusting but really strong liquor formula (sorry Gary!), and lots of Vodka. I turned sooo RED *cause of that, and I nearly got drunk. I stopped drinking when I felt like I was about to fall. (innocent grin) ‘Twas also my first time to try LIGHTS..if you know what I mean. I*m not saying who taught me *cause I don*t want them to get the blame. Still, you know who you are guys..so, thanks..really. Actually, I*ve been thinking of trying it for a long time now but I just plainly decided to do so at the party. Lots of people, especially from the newbies, were shocked when they saw me. Well, didn*t really give a damn of what they thought (sorry)..but I was kinda worried that they were feeling a bit off with me. Don*t worry guys! I*m okay! It*s still the same ol* me..but just *badder*..hahaha..kidding. I*m still the nice, friendly, and down-to-earth Gerauld you*ve grown to love, guys..or at least I think you have. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots got drunk..Jekki, for one, was reaaally drunk. He kept on puking. Poor hm. Hope you’re okay buddy! Reg too. She got much louder..haha..but still fun! Pom was trying to be a villain in the party..he was getting there..haha..go Pom! Andrei got drunk too. Puked as well, but in a much *cleaner* manner than Jekki..hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party really rocked! I loved the company of the oldies! And the same goes to the newbies! Love yah guys! GO BLUEREP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;POST-PARTY SYNDROME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 16, 2005 (Sunday) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, That*s Hat! ended really late..or should I say, early..at least for me and those who were left. At around 3 am, all that was left was me, Pao, Mako, Andrei, Joms, Kakki, Clang, Pineds, Jill, Micah, and Vica. Since my house was just around 5 -10 minutes away by car from Casa de Pineda (as Pineds likes to call it..hehe), Pao asked me if he could sleep over at my place. WOAH! I never had a sleepover at my place! No way am I gonna let that pass! So I let him. I kinda mentioned to Andrei too that my house was really near the place, which is the reason why I was staying unusually late for the party. He asked to sleepover as well. Coolness* Andrei! (* Copyright © Paolo Angelo Ebora) Soon enough, Mako, Jill, and Micah joined the sleepover as well. After we cleaned up the Casa, Micah brought us to my place. It was oober FUN! I had a great time! Total bonding moments for us all. Micah and Jill were staying at the corner by my *library.* &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1895/1574/200/121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jill &amp; Micah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mako and Pao slept on the mattress I laid on the floor. Andrei and I on the bed. (VERESHKA!...extreme laughter) It took us a long time to sleep especially for me and Andrei since we were frequently disturbed or perhaps even entertained by slurping sounds..ahihihihi (evil grin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the guys were accommodated well. Hope they got full with the food we served. Speaking of full..Andrei, Pao, Mako, and I went to Greenhills to hang-out and watch the 40- year old virgin. It was a fun movie..:nipple blow:..hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went food tripping too. Thanks mainly to Andrei and Mako for providing extra funds. We had Gonuts Donuts, then nachos from Mexicali. Afterward, we went to Teriyaki Boy to get food to eat during the movie. Total Gluttony! Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the movie, they went home. It was surely and totally a fun time having them to sleep over at my place. I have never been happier. And I*ll bet my life just to do that again. Except, of course, when my BlueRep friends gave me the birthday surprise of my life..but that’s another story, nevermind, anyway..hahaha. That has got to be one of my fondest and most memorable days in my life. Thanks and lots of love to Micah, Jill, Mako, Andrei, and Pao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUCKING 36!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 17, 2005 (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to hang-out at Tanya*s place. So Cool! Had to buy a Birthday Card first for Tanya*s mum, Tita Christine. That was a funny experience. I went up the stairs at SM Centerpoint *cause it was the nearest way up; plus, I needed some exercise as well. I tripped about half way up the stairs..nearly fell.(hahaha) Well, I just kept my composure and pretended it never happened until about one more step, I tripped again!! (extreme laughter) This time, it was worse than the previous one. My slippers came off and I nearly went face first on the ceramic floor! It was so embarrassing! I was like screaming in my head like I was talking to some weird force other than God, *Why don*t you just kill me now!!!*..(extreme laughter..again!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I arrived at Tanya*s place. I met that freaky bloodhound of theirs..hahaha. Sorr Achi! Pao came soon after, and we ate at KFC where I had the last hefty meal I could remember. We had LIGHTS afterwards..so great. Back at Tanya*s, we watched that really weird freaky-ass flick May..freakazoid! Haha..Got to play Scarbble with Bro in which he outplayed me by 3 fucking points!! Agrh! I managed to play with words like minority, draft, and wisdom (which are really hard to make in Scrabble, mind you)..but no!!!..he won 36 points *cause of the word PITY!...hahahahaha..Go BRO! I*ll have my revenge! (evil smirk) Angie (did I spell it right?), Tanya*s best bud and cuz, came soon after. We went to hang-out at the park, had some lights, and dropped them off at Eastwood. Off then to the BlueRep core meeting at Seattle*s best. I didn*t stay long*cause I am not allowed to join the meeting..well, IT*S CORE! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TITA CHRISTINE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987935-112972410501228411?l=jealousboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112972410501228411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17987935&amp;postID=112972410501228411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112972410501228411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17987935/posts/default/112972410501228411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-no_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
