<?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-951949637620494761</id><updated>2011-10-12T14:08:52.995-07:00</updated><category term='blog'/><category term='scatterbrain'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>The Voices Told Me to Write This.</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts on random things.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-92221984275415881</id><published>2011-02-01T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T06:45:09.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scatterbrain'/><title type='text'>Heya Everybody! Scatterbrain Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know this blog is dead, I have taken such a long break on writing. I guess I just got lazy. = = " Haha typical me. It's been almost 2 years since I touched this blog. My last post was when I was about to go into college. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was still trying to discover myself and was all giddy and excited about getting finally to not have to put up with whiny immature high school kids. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, so so much has happened since my last blog post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I now have a girlfriend, (today's our 16th month together, wow) I'm on my second year of my nursing course, I'll be interning (going down to the hospital next semester), I'm having the time of my life living in the boy's dormitory, and pretty much having a great time. Everything's really great now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not going to make any promises, but I will try my best to keep this blog alive. All my thoughts, frustrations, happenings might/will be recorded here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was telling myself for some time now that I would start blogging once I got a new camera. I just told my mom that I wanted one, and she was like, "You can get one yourself when you start working and earning your own money." lol Way to burst my bubble. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I'll just have to blog then like this, with boring words with no pictures. Haha. SO, if any one of you people are reading this and want to be really nice to me and get me something, please get me a camera. And a nice one too please! Not a plasticky fake one from the sidewalk with lameass stickers that plays funky ass corny music when you press the shutter button.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just got back from a run, which was really refreshing (I thought I was going to be tired) but I actually feel good. I feel energized. All those endorphins probably. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENDORPHINS, FTW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have class tomorrow at 7.00am. It sucks so bad. And it drags all the way to 12 noon. I'll be wiping people washing them, listening to lectures and taking down notes like a good kid. pfft I really have to try hard in this class ah, it's important. I think I'm doing pretty well so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleepy time!/sucky weather/pimples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's 10:39 PM, I have to wake up early tomorrow to get ready, (never fun, ever) especially with this kind of weather! The weather this month from towards the end of January pretty much sucks. It's always, (mind you, ALWAYS, and when I say always, ALWAYS) rainy, crappy, wet, and dark. I get up at 6 thinking it's still 5am. EHh. This stupid La Nina phenomenon is causing all this bad weather. First we have El Nino which causes a huge wave of heat, drought and DEATH to hit the Philippines and now we got this crazy chick La Nina raining her liquids all over the place. Not fun, especially when I have to wear my whites to class everyday. It is never fun when you get mud and dirt on your uniform. And it isn't also fun to wash it when it's damn dirty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think this weather is giving me pimples. Really. :/ I never broke out this bad before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new haircut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got a new haircut! lol Kate says I look like a soldier, other people say I look like a guido (look it up, haha) with the shaved sides and all. Idk, I think I look okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Agh all these ideas are running through my head, this blog post is pretty long (making up for lost time? 2 years, damn that's pretty long) and really unorganized. Unusual. Scatterbrain lah, all these topics just rushing through my head, can't think straight right now, don't know why! Haha I'll sort out all my thoughts hopefully by tomorrow morning. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-92221984275415881?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/92221984275415881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=92221984275415881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/92221984275415881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/92221984275415881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2011/02/heya-everybody-scatterbrain-post.html' title='Heya Everybody! Scatterbrain Post.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3942669234602113148</id><published>2009-06-03T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:50:00.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Haha I know, big shocker there.. I'm blogging on nick's iPod here in front of nicole's house..school will start soon, in a week..I can't believe I will be in college already..I'm moving into the dorm this Sunday, evrrything is just happening 2 fast. But oh well, change is a part of life, I just have to live with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of u guys a lot!! I might blog soon, if I'm in the mood.. Peace out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posted with &lt;a href='http://lifecast.sleepydog.net'&gt;LifeCast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3942669234602113148?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3942669234602113148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3942669234602113148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3942669234602113148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3942669234602113148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='A Blog Post!!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-2244889540302802121</id><published>2009-05-10T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:56:24.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH.</title><content type='html'>We had our exams in NSTP today. I studied, hard, last night, all for nothing. I memorized the United Nations preamble, thinking that it would come out, but it didn't. And most of the post came from the part I didn't throroughly study that much. I walked to class this morning quite confident and happy about myself, thinking that I could get a good score. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No practical answers were allowed, they had to be EXACT. Sooo lame. Like what's the whole point of verbatim when you can simplify something? It's like what my housemate told me once, the question on the exam was, "Who was the son of God?" The correct answer was Jesus, he wrote Christ, and the teacher marked it wrong. I know, stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plants that we planted last week died! :(&lt;br /&gt;Soo sad.&lt;br /&gt;To rethink it again, what plants/seedlings could stay ALIVE under the hot, scorching, and unforgiving midday sun? We covered our seedlings with grass and stuff, to give it a bit of shade, but the plants withered and all that remained were little crackly brown thingies you would have to second guess as plants. &lt;br /&gt;We have to replant! Cos if we don't, like our dead plants, our grades will die too. Ugh. And all that work under the sun for nothing. All those painful blisters from working too much. But I will look on the bright side! It really isn't that bad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures and I will take more, and upload them soon. I got some really pretty MVC sugarcane scenery pictures too! :) I will take more first, then post them up. Until now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I got a twitter now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.twitter.com/loquaciousrj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have to work on a written report for my Rizal. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-2244889540302802121?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2244889540302802121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=2244889540302802121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2244889540302802121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2244889540302802121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh.html' title='UGH.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-5438232865231802034</id><published>2009-05-05T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:42:28.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally. A Blog Post.</title><content type='html'>I have been like soo lazy for the past few days to stop by and write anything. I have no more "minutes" left in my account, so that's a reason why I can't internet all I want. HA!&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling soo "frustrate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are okay, I am having lots of fun just hanging out and doing nothing much. I'll try to blog more often, and post up some pictures so i'll have something to blog about. :) Bye for now! hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those "whatever" moods in which i don't care at all much and i don't feel like writing. At all. HM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. have fun planning your wedding ate haze. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-5438232865231802034?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5438232865231802034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=5438232865231802034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5438232865231802034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5438232865231802034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-blog-post.html' title='Finally. A Blog Post.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-8558828553233836270</id><published>2009-04-30T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:45:56.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED.</title><content type='html'>I AM TIRED. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I have been up to all day? Me and my NSTP classmates (poor us) have been weeding and planting flowers under the mercy of the hot sun! I have blisters on my hands, my body hurts all over, and I'm TIRED. WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-8558828553233836270?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8558828553233836270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=8558828553233836270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8558828553233836270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8558828553233836270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='TIRED.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-4489550279565450383</id><published>2009-04-28T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:09:32.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marielle.</title><content type='html'>Today, nothing happened that much. Just normal, classes, RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fished out this really old note from my wallet. And oh, my classmates told me this one time when Marielle supposedly got "pregnant" when they were in elementary.. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! SOO FUNNY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The following note is typed as is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: Marielle. .do you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:No I dont hate you.  But the most I hate here in the batch is only lyn Rollan. Dont tell her ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: Why do you hate her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I cant explain. If why I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: There  must be a reason.. why do you hate her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I cant say straight. But if you make blog. DO you need email add?&lt;br /&gt;(a second ago we were talking about why she hates lyn rollan. = =" she really can't &lt;br /&gt;keep up on a topic) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: Yeh, you need email add, just go to www.blogger.com and register. Do you love me? (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Obcourse as a classmate only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: Only classm8? If I ask you to be my girlfriend, will you accept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Are you serious RJ??! Or Joking only. Coz It is easy to say sweet words or make believe a woman. (me, nick, and nicole had a really huge laugh at this line!! HAHA! good times, good times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: Umm.. I'm just asking lng. do you have feelings for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Before I have feelings with you. Umm. . Are you asking me to be your girlfriend???! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: No, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Ah.. Because you said. If I ask you to be  my girlfriend, will you accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: I'm just asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Umm. . Do you love me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: Sikret. do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Before I use to love you. But now there is already ownero f my heart. (WOW.) And I accept him. Even we don't know each other not really either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: You gave your heart to someone you never met or even know? how could you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: when someone deserve to love me truly. then I would accept him. Even we didnt meet yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: But that's not fair! YOu never ven met him, what if he has been lying to you all this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I will pray to the lord that he would tell the truth. Coz God only can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ: Then why are you gibing up your heart to a person you don't even know? A stranger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : Umm are you concern to me?? Do you ever have feelings to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the conversation ends.&lt;br /&gt;I know, pretty disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;We passed this note when Marielle was having a textmate boyfriend, hence all the why are you dating a stranger and stuff. And she was really seriously in love with her textmate boyfriend! MAN! It's like you never even met the person, just texting "i love you" and "babe" is enough for a relationship. I can't imagine! So I just asked her why. I smiled as I was reading this note. &lt;br /&gt;High school!&lt;br /&gt;I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;HUHU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night peeps!&lt;br /&gt;HUGS TO ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-4489550279565450383?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4489550279565450383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=4489550279565450383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4489550279565450383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4489550279565450383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/04/marielle.html' title='Marielle.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3589263512173689690</id><published>2009-04-25T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:17:50.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSIGNMENTS.</title><content type='html'>I'm just grabbing this post to say something really short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of assignments waiting for me. HUHU!&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done, but I am trying not to procrastinate and finish those assignents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May is getting closer, which means I will be turning 16! HEHE&lt;br /&gt;Then after May will start the first semester, the REAL stuff. I'm just taking 9 units, because it's summer, but then I'll be taking lots of units this coming first semester. I will also be moving into the dorm! &lt;br /&gt;YIPEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff happening, lots of stuff to do to. I have to make a powerpoint for Rizal, write and type out an essay worth five pages of "Who made Rizal and why?" and research work for NSTP.&lt;br /&gt;WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;AJA!&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason why we all are getting lots of assignments and stuff is because we're taking the subject in the summer, so it's all compressed and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care everyone!&lt;br /&gt;and mom, if you're reading this, please text me or call me!&lt;br /&gt;haven't heard from you guys in FOREVER, missing you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3589263512173689690?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3589263512173689690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3589263512173689690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3589263512173689690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3589263512173689690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/04/assignments.html' title='ASSIGNMENTS.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-4813111136805381785</id><published>2009-04-23T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:51:05.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OBLIVION.</title><content type='html'>enter the gates&lt;br /&gt;never come out&lt;br /&gt;don't every try to escape&lt;br /&gt;nor even shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dissipate morning dew&lt;br /&gt;night's hidden past&lt;br /&gt;azure skies go dark&lt;br /&gt;diverging what's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you whisper mythical names&lt;br /&gt;calling for help&lt;br /&gt;yhet you don't realize&lt;br /&gt;all the pain you've dealt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being slowly signed&lt;br /&gt;fading into time&lt;br /&gt;dwell on your bower&lt;br /&gt;see what awaits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embrace your doom&lt;br /&gt;for it shall look for you&lt;br /&gt;Enter oblivion&lt;br /&gt;forward, through and through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-4813111136805381785?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4813111136805381785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=4813111136805381785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4813111136805381785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4813111136805381785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/04/oblivion.html' title='OBLIVION.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-5794680460208186934</id><published>2009-04-21T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T06:25:27.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICKTURES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3HT9nKI3I/AAAAAAAAAt4/QZtWKlg-XxI/s1600-h/Blu+ha004000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327133080019411826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3HT9nKI3I/AAAAAAAAAt4/QZtWKlg-XxI/s400/Blu+ha004000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pink tongues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3HTuSsbtI/AAAAAAAAAtw/RJg5H-lbGKY/s1600-h/Blu+ha002000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327133075907047122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3HTuSsbtI/AAAAAAAAAtw/RJg5H-lbGKY/s400/Blu+ha002000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; coloring!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3HTYr5YdI/AAAAAAAAAto/kdOwVgfCj_I/s1600-h/Blu+ha001000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327133070107173330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3HTYr5YdI/AAAAAAAAAto/kdOwVgfCj_I/s400/Blu+ha001000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more pink tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GvkZ49OI/AAAAAAAAAtg/yK4oWyLusiQ/s1600-h/Blu+ha051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327132454777582818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GvkZ49OI/AAAAAAAAAtg/yK4oWyLusiQ/s400/Blu+ha051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is what happens when you get bored in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3Gvbp18tI/AAAAAAAAAtY/D8Z8usKNNpw/s1600-h/Blu+ha052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327132452428575442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3Gvbp18tI/AAAAAAAAAtY/D8Z8usKNNpw/s400/Blu+ha052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hooray for the thumb people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3Gve5KpdI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7XB_r0mckRI/s1600-h/Blu+ha051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GvBRMSAI/AAAAAAAAAtI/h7UzH8bH0jM/s1600-h/Blu+ha050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327132445345859586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GvBRMSAI/AAAAAAAAAtI/h7UzH8bH0jM/s400/Blu+ha050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; whee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3Gu6sDbWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/QqcY4ptA48w/s1600-h/Blu+ha049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327132443579477346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3Gu6sDbWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/QqcY4ptA48w/s400/Blu+ha049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chow king! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GIO2RGdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/LgnVl3XAFws/s1600-h/Blu+ha048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327131778976127442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GIO2RGdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/LgnVl3XAFws/s400/Blu+ha048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's kuya harry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GHwhw9rI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LW77r7T57y8/s1600-h/Blu+ha047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327131770837071538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GHwhw9rI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LW77r7T57y8/s400/Blu+ha047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kuya concon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GH9K3rSI/AAAAAAAAAso/FPWEEl3T6k4/s1600-h/Blu+ha046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327131774230703394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GH9K3rSI/AAAAAAAAAso/FPWEEl3T6k4/s400/Blu+ha046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ate love! or sakura. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GHsiIgYI/AAAAAAAAAsg/1o5JFlS6-cw/s1600-h/Blu+ha018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327131769764872578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GHsiIgYI/AAAAAAAAAsg/1o5JFlS6-cw/s400/Blu+ha018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where we worked serving food during the congress.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GHvIkjGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/pd5cnLCOVEs/s1600-h/Blu+ha004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327131770462964834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3GHvIkjGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/pd5cnLCOVEs/s400/Blu+ha004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; an MVC view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3E2IxmtzI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bW0ec8XDSwE/s1600-h/Blu+ha003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327130368596686642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3E2IxmtzI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bW0ec8XDSwE/s400/Blu+ha003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; princess looks scary!! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3E19t3bhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/qw2hESbY_AA/s1600-h/Blu+ha002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327130365628214802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3E19t3bhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/qw2hESbY_AA/s400/Blu+ha002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so this is the ed prod building, where we laminate, photocopy and do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3E1m4YW3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/yYMmQlNj8NU/s1600-h/Blu+ha001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327130359498300274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3E1m4YW3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/yYMmQlNj8NU/s400/Blu+ha001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i know, it looks exactly like a prison. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3E1kWe0YI/AAAAAAAAAr4/acI2SlMTF5M/s1600-h/Blu+ha000jg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327130358819246466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3E1kWe0YI/AAAAAAAAAr4/acI2SlMTF5M/s400/Blu+ha000jg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my super messy table.. tilt your head to the right to see it correctly, i felt too lazy to flip it. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3E1bf19BI/AAAAAAAAArw/FuZ2NRvMXvs/s1600-h/Blu+ha000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327130356442592274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3E1bf19BI/AAAAAAAAArw/FuZ2NRvMXvs/s400/Blu+ha000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby goats!! super duper cute, but they become ugly when they grow up. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the pictures I was talking about. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not bad for a 1.3 mega pixel camera, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-5794680460208186934?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5794680460208186934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=5794680460208186934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5794680460208186934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5794680460208186934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/04/picktures.html' title='PICKTURES!!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Se3HT9nKI3I/AAAAAAAAAt4/QZtWKlg-XxI/s72-c/Blu+ha004000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-8477470739840640150</id><published>2009-04-21T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:50:32.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLEANING.</title><content type='html'>I woke up kinda late today, around 6:00. I got ready, had worship, and walked out, grabbed some breakfast, and then went out for NSTP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sir Alburo was really strict with us. Each and every one of us had to pick up at least 10 sacks full of garbage. MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;And just to think, there is that much garbage for everyone to pick up. We were feeling really lazy yesterday, and we didn't work properly, so this time he was really strict. Good thing I was wearing gloves. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day progressed, I finally finished my 10 sacks of garbage quota before 12, so I was free! Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;But it was hella tiring, drained the shit out of me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Vina stepped on a nail, she didn't cry or anything. We then brought her to the clinic, and they gave here SEVERAL shots. She kept on crying and crying as she held onto me, I didn't feel sorry for her though, it was kind of funny.! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;The doctor didn't even insert the needle in yet, and she was already screaming and crying OUCH out loud! HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, after that, we went to the fast food to have our lunch. I gobbled down my lunch and then we sat and talked until one o'clock. We then made our way to the admin to attend out Rizal class. I really LOVE Rizal class, it's super interesting. We have debates and stuff, and it's fun to feel like a smartass when you're not. HAHA!! I finished reading the whole textbook, because I thought it was interesting. :D&lt;br /&gt;So that's why even though I was falling asleep, I participated in the class discussion. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well, that's how today pretty went. You can actually see the difference, the way MVC looks now, I mean. It's much cleaner. I'm so proud of myself! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I can tell you that I wasn't totally honest, I lied on a sack or two, but it's the thought and PART of the act that counts right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will be studying for our Rizal long quiz tomorrow. The good thing is that I don't have to memorize all the dates and crap, just the sequence. That's what i like about Sir Mojica. WHEEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE COLLEGE!! &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-8477470739840640150?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8477470739840640150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=8477470739840640150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8477470739840640150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8477470739840640150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/04/cleaning.html' title='CLEANING.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-7234814689520619861</id><published>2009-04-20T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:42:01.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank.</title><content type='html'>So many things have been happening, and I'm really sorry I can't update you guys on every single thing that is going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just try to do everything in one whiff, last week's summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing, I have been lip synching in front of the mirror by myself. I know it sounds weird and stuff, but if I don't have anything to do, that's what I do when I'm by myself. And yes, i lock the door and close the drapes. I don't want my housemates and my aunties to think that I've gone coocoos, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:53 Mon 13-04-2009&lt;br /&gt;I am on my way home now, I just had a realy great and interesting day! They're having their congress sessions here, and trust me, it is CROWDED. It's kinda weird, to go out of the house and see all these people and all these cars piled up, bumping into people, and going into a really overcrowded and congested church. Everything is just so chaotic, and crowded. But there's some good side to it. :D I meet great new people. It's fun, it really is. &lt;br /&gt;So today, me and my NSTP group cleaned up, since we're the janitors of the week. HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;We started out at eight, and ended at 11 am. The rest of the day was spent hanging with friends, which was totally awesome. And EATING!! (which is totally awesome too, lol)&lt;br /&gt;It's like 10pm now, and I'm just walking home alone. Normally, if I were walking around at this time alone, I would be frightened (all the rumors and stuff, you know) but then there are lights everywhere and people and cars. The whole place is teeming with busy people going here and there. &lt;br /&gt;I just met my classmate's sister and her friend. They're both deaf. It's so much fun talking to them! It's good that Megan and Steffi started this sign language craze thing with I was in BKK, so I have a good backing on it. They were really happy and ecstatic that I could "talk" with them! I sent them home. I can't tell you the feeling of communicating with deaf people, but i can tell you for sure, that I really enjoyed getting to know Juvy and Chin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after this, the whole week, all we did was interview people and occasionally pick up garbage for our NSTP. Later, we got really lazy, we just went under the pines after checking our attendance to hang out! &lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I remember I had some cotton candy with friends, and my tongue turned pink! We took some pictures and stuff, so I'll try to post them up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:21 Fri 17-04-2009&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that the SS Congress is almost over! I feel like it jsut started yesterday. The Heritage Singers will have their concert, and I will be going! I have been going home around 11 or 12 for the past week, been up walking around and talking with friends. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Valencia with my friends, it was really fun. HAHA! I rode the top load of the jeep with them, since I didn't want dust. Riding on the top load (roof) is fun! &lt;br /&gt;We had karaoke, DOTA, and Chow King! We had a full course meal, and my friend was the one who paid, since it was her birthday. There were only four of us. So after we ate, we had halo halo. If you don't know what it is, go Google it. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;So it's supposed to be SHAVED ice right? Well I don't know how this happened, but this HUGE chunk of ice somehow got into my halo halo bowl. I was almost done with mine, when one of my friends suggested to tell the Chow King guy what happened. He then came, and I pointed to the huge chunk of ice. Without hesitation, he got me a new one!!! We had a good laugh, and I had my second round of halo halo. YUM! &lt;br /&gt;After that we went for karaoke, that was fun too!&lt;br /&gt;FUN!&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been overusing the word fun in this blog post, but then, so what? it's FUN!!! &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;___________________today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended class today, it was really tiring. The whole crowd just left, like they vanished into thin air. All that was left of them was the garbage that they left. EVERYWHERE you turn, you see GARBAGE. Plastic bags, fruit peelings, cups, glasses, socks, left behind shoes and sandals, and what not! And guess who will clean it all up?? &lt;br /&gt;THE NSTP STUDENTS!!&lt;br /&gt;It was just great, but fun at the same time, working and talking. I felt soo tired I slept during my Rizal class. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed the congress, really, I met many new friends, and we got really close..Me and my friends helped out serving people too at the food court for free meals.. I'll blog and post pictures and do other stuff later, feeling a bit lazy. My hands are feeling itchy to do a bit of Facebook-ing. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, good night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;IMY, ILY &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-7234814689520619861?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7234814689520619861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=7234814689520619861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7234814689520619861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7234814689520619861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/04/blank.html' title='Blank.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-6212780678396686179</id><published>2009-04-07T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:33:22.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLLEGE BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm really sorry i haven't been blogging for the past few days, they have been busy like heck, following up on registration processes, encoding my subjects, and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was enrolled last week. Then came encoding on Sunday. Man, was it busy. I walked all the way to the admin with shorts and slippers. Just the typical "what I feel comfortable in" outfit. Guess what? I had to walk back all the way home to change! I had to wear pants and shoes. Totally dumb and pointless if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;But it's the "school policy". &lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder what is the whole point of school policies. They're just these sort of rules that are just THERE. And you can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Why can't I wear shorts while I'm through my enrollment proccesses?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Because, that is the school policy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Why can't a foreigner be a villager when he's in college?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Because, that is the school policy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Why aren't we allowed to bring in food from outside into the cafeteria?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Because, that is the school policy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? But I won't complain, or it will take most of this blog post. I'm not blogging to complain right, it's to inform you guys what's going on over here at my end. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subjects that I enrolled for were NSTP I&amp;II (Something something Training Program, I can't remember what they stand for. bwahaha!!) and Rizal. &lt;br /&gt;NSTP is basically doing janitor work and learning stuff, somewhat like Pathfinders MINUS the marching, and the LOUD commands. It's actually helping the community and stuff, helping people. That's what Pathfinders is supposed to be, but looks like they have their own ideas on how to run their Pathfinder program here. That's what I noticed, Pathfinders here is way to militarized. &lt;br /&gt;Rizal now, is a subject on Jose Rizal. It's really detailed, and explores thoroughly the life of this national hero. &lt;br /&gt;Dad was like, "You will know more about Rizal than he knows himself!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday this couple was wedded in the Oliverio Hall, and I accompanied kuya DL, my cousin and his friend, kuya Kikit. We were actually planning to play the prayer, but then someone else was going to sing it, so we had to switch.&lt;br /&gt;The night before the wedding, we went for the rehearsal, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;THEY DIDN'T HAVE A PIANIST!!&lt;br /&gt;They were asking me to play, I was like, "I'm not prepared."&lt;br /&gt;Well if I were the couple, I would plan everything in advance, like weeks before. How can they miss that? A pianist? It's their wedding day for Pete's sake!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't they make it at least "close to perfect?" (since nobody's perfect. hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "If there's no one else, I will be happy to help."&lt;br /&gt;Well they found another pianist (thank goodness). I was kind of relieved. Well I am more than willing to help, but then I had no pracitce in a long time! If they told me a week in advance or something I probably would have done it. But then they just plucked me out of nowhere and told me to play, just like that. If I do something, I want it to be the best of my ability. They deserve the best, and I want to give them the best. &lt;br /&gt;The wedding (even with all the last minute preparations) went by beautifully. And you know what? NO ONE SANG THE PRAYER!!&lt;br /&gt;So what we basically did was played the song that we pracitced. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was held in the cafeteria. I was expecting something like "fried rubber sandals" (tsinelas, or the dreaded hard, sticky, GLUTEN) but the veggie food there was pretty decent! If only they cooked food like that everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I got ready and walked straight to NSTP. I was there in the nick of time; Sir Alburo started checking the attendance already. &lt;br /&gt;Long story short, my first college day was a blast! All our batchmates took the same classes, so we were classmates in ALL subjects. Now how great is that? Being surrounded by your friends during classtime, vs. a classroom with strangers drilling holes through your back with their eyes. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think college will be that bad as I think it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to stay positive. And that's what I will do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. don't be surprised if you find me in the next post complaining about college. HAHAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-6212780678396686179?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6212780678396686179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=6212780678396686179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6212780678396686179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6212780678396686179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/04/college-baby.html' title='COLLEGE BABY!!!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-815011240568640488</id><published>2009-04-02T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:55:52.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More tiny entries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;17:06 Wed 01-04-2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in MVC!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;I step into my room. It's really clean and stuff. I bet they did it while I was gone. You know what?! My closet's all jacked up! When I left, it was immaculate. I folded my clothes nicely and piloed them up. Someone was obviously looking into my stuff while I was gone. It's like soo messy now and i have to fold them all over. &lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration today was really busy. I had lots of entrance tests and forms to fill up, and that huge guidance aptitude test which lasted 3 hours. All I practically did today was take entrance tests and fill up forms. I have lots of stuff to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Enrollments are not very nice indeed! I will try to blog this on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20:49 Wed 01-04-2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be at the com lab right now, internetting, but I feel really tired from the ruckus today. Facebook can wait, it's always there. So i'm just spending my evening reading my books!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;The National Bookstore is having a dirt cheap summer sale, and I got like 3 hardcover novels, each 50 pesos, then the Death of a Red Heroine book was 20 pesos!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I dig into the novels, I will read my One Year Bible. Dad brought it for me and left it here with the One Year Bible Companion. I have read the Bible through once, and I want to do it again. This special One Year Bible is just the thing to help! The thing i like about this bible is that it's section into 365 daily readings, and it's not like any other ordinary Bible from Genesis to Revelation. The readings take little parts from other books, and then compiles it into a reading, it's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;The One Year Bible Companion will also help make the most of my daily Bible reading, by providing notes and help on difficult passages and devotional insights. &lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;I got some major reading to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:47 Thu 02-04-2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in the fast food, now eating chocdolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;It's devilishly GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;It's the chocolate high!&lt;br /&gt;WHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22:34 Thu 02-04-2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Laundry is halfway demolished. I'll do the other half tomorrow. It's hella tiring, but I got to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was officially enrolled as a college student!I finished processing the  stuff this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of running here and there, filling up forms, lining up, signing and waiting. All I have left to do is encode and pick classes and finalize my schedule. I'm glad my friends were with me to help.&lt;br /&gt;I have texting to do!&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; JUST NOW &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put 60 pesos in my phone just now, and they stole it from me! I called the Smart call center, and they said they could not return my load, since it was a valid transaction, because I registered for one of their services.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know that I was registered to any crap out there!&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening now to Beyonce's "Halo".&lt;br /&gt;So calming.&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly what I need now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dropping an atomic bomb on the Smart Center in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday Peoples!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-815011240568640488?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/815011240568640488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=815011240568640488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/815011240568640488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/815011240568640488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-tiny-entries.html' title='More tiny entries.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3668560486067111450</id><published>2009-03-29T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:38:07.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little bitty entries from my phone.</title><content type='html'>I did the same thing again to keep track of what was happening here! So here it goes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:53 Wed 25-03-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBgnKWPjLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/35mJPEeGEJs/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBgnKWPjLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/35mJPEeGEJs/s400/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318857385833368754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my feet (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBgm9cJ3qI/AAAAAAAAAqo/NyD7UnNiOtU/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBgm9cJ3qI/AAAAAAAAAqo/NyD7UnNiOtU/s400/Image036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318857382368501410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clear, sparkling water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBgm_xB6RI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wXObzSXQuNE/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBgm_xB6RI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wXObzSXQuNE/s400/Image038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318857382992931090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my view from THE bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBgmYKDJHI/AAAAAAAAAqY/2QtYNo79MbE/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBgmYKDJHI/AAAAAAAAAqY/2QtYNo79MbE/s400/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318857372360451186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ocean and the breeze has officially captured my heart. I just had my lunch, and I'm here alone on this bench, being a TOTAL bum, savoring the lovely and ultimately satisfying sea breeze on my face. It goes through me.. I feel I am a part of it..&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath of fresh sea breeze.. I can't explain it, it just makes me burst out smiling to myself.. Sitting listening to Natalie Grant's "In Christ Alone," which is perfect mood music.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what bliss!&lt;br /&gt;And just to think that school is coming up, with me going back to MVC and leaving this little heaven of mine saddens me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07:20 Thu 26-03-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBixPVupUI/AAAAAAAAArI/TCXHJVRSmfc/s1600-h/Blu+ha008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBixPVupUI/AAAAAAAAArI/TCXHJVRSmfc/s400/Blu+ha008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318859757995337026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBiwwH6HaI/AAAAAAAAArA/b8_cyFjsq4I/s1600-h/Blu+ha001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBiwwH6HaI/AAAAAAAAArA/b8_cyFjsq4I/s400/Blu+ha001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318859749615869346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's meest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBiwoLkhlI/AAAAAAAAAq4/9yPDpTsnEpE/s1600-h/Blu+ha002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBiwoLkhlI/AAAAAAAAAq4/9yPDpTsnEpE/s400/Blu+ha002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318859747483747922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more meest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We're having morning meest! it's really cold this morning. The sea and the coastline are shrouded in meest. (mist). Reminds me of Happyslip's video! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19:27 Fri 27-03-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday night, and I am planning to sleep early, because me and my auntie have to go to church early tomorrow because she's the chorister, and I'm the pianist. They don't have a piano in the church, probably because NO ONE in this area can play. So I'm going to wake up early tomorrow, get ready, and haul the organ/piano to church. I'll update on how church went, I'm going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:26 Sat 28-03-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBl-pu_beI/AAAAAAAAAro/WvA24smClmg/s1600-h/Blu+ha025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBl-pu_beI/AAAAAAAAAro/WvA24smClmg/s400/Blu+ha025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318863286953799138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;molting tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBl-r86QPI/AAAAAAAAArg/dsR2E0GVUqo/s1600-h/Blu+ha024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBl-r86QPI/AAAAAAAAArg/dsR2E0GVUqo/s400/Blu+ha024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318863287549051122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead leaves and the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBl-GPcNOI/AAAAAAAAArY/RyDlGBNW8uc/s1600-h/Blu+ha022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBl-GPcNOI/AAAAAAAAArY/RyDlGBNW8uc/s400/Blu+ha022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318863277426226402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBl9_QRVrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/O88Z6zqFtGc/s1600-h/Blu+ha023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBl9_QRVrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/O88Z6zqFtGc/s400/Blu+ha023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318863275550660274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;red, red red! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Church just finished, and it went okay. The people here sure make up their own timing! They sing real slow, and it drags so badly!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a hard time keeping up. When we reached the house, the beach was packed with visitors. But here I am in my little "sanctuary," away from the crowd. The trees are molting now, a brilliant red. My brother is coming here tonight, he's going to spend the weekend here, then we're off back to MVC.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;The water is really high, probably spring tide. So inviting.&lt;br /&gt;I just absolutely love it here, I can't imagine leaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01:19 Sun 29-03-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really late, after staying up waiting for my Manong, he is finally here. I don't feel sleepy at all, I'm wide awake in fact. . .hehe&lt;br /&gt;I'm bopping to "If I Never" by Maroon 5 ft. Rihanna.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that my brother is here. =0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15:30 Sun 29-03-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what??&lt;br /&gt;I walked six frigging kilometers!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;So the church held a potluck on a nearby beach. My little cousin then led me there. I'm not familiar with the area around here, so I blindly followed her. You know what? She led me to the next barangay (village)!&lt;br /&gt;All the say to Purok Uno.&lt;br /&gt;And to make it worse, I didn't bring my wallet with me, so we didn't have money to get a ride home. So I angrily hiked back all the say to our beach here with her tagging behind me. I finally reached home safely, which means I wasn't eaten by one of them huge, ferocious, and ravenous dogs which are ever so abundant on the seashore.&lt;br /&gt;What an experience! I'm so flaming mad!&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I walked six kilometers, probably the longest distance in my life so far. Ah hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the entries! Here i am in the city, with my big bro, surfing the net. When we get home, we'll clean the room and get our stuff ready, then we leave tomorrow morning. Then it's summer school for me!&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;This is all happening to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of you!!&lt;br /&gt;HuGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I updated the album on Facebook, go see!&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you, even with the pictures from a 1.3 megapixel camera on my phone, the sunset still looks beautiful! (and so with all the other pictures) haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3668560486067111450?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3668560486067111450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3668560486067111450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3668560486067111450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3668560486067111450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-bitty-entries-from-my-phone.html' title='little bitty entries from my phone.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SdBgnKWPjLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/35mJPEeGEJs/s72-c/Image057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-5647123560101356350</id><published>2009-03-22T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:54:07.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Have Been Up To.</title><content type='html'>I typed these messages on my phone and saved them as notes so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:43 Fri 20-03-2009&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, it was dark. Gloomy rain clouds loomed overhead No pretty sunrise today I took a little swim with my cousins, it was really fun. Them screaming and playing kiddy games and all that. I took advantage of the sun being behind the clouds, so i wouldn't b that dark.. haha&lt;br /&gt;I am now writing this while I'm about to take my afternoon nap. My eyes are about to close, the weather is perfect for sleeping, the sound of rain and the cool air that comes with it. I'm going to sleep first. Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:04 Sat 21-03-2009&lt;br /&gt;It's sabbath! It's a beautiful morning, and I'm here by the beach taking a stroll, barefoot. The dog Sparky is following me. For some reason, he always looks sad and very sentimental. I take a deep breath. The fresh salty sea breeze that enters my system makes me smile. I am gazing into a tide pool. Sand-colored fish dart her and there It's hard to spot them because they are exactly the same color of the sand hhe&lt;br /&gt;My feet are wet and I am getting a bit hungry; I should be preparing for church now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Scc_L-UkdMI/AAAAAAAAAqA/oUA6r-QyGJs/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Scc_L-UkdMI/AAAAAAAAAqA/oUA6r-QyGJs/s400/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316287360074544322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; The tide pool. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:00 Sat 21-03-2009&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from my afternoon nap. Church this morning was okay. The church here is like all old people, very few people my age. I think counting me, there are at most 5 of us youth, and the rest are kids and the elderly and middle aged I met a whole barricade of cousins and uncles and aunties. It's kinda fun having lots and lots of relatives. =)&lt;br /&gt;And again, I'm taking a stroll, looking at the sunset and it's breathtaking, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Scc_Nd37R-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/pDKlKvkdH9k/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Scc_Nd37R-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/pDKlKvkdH9k/s400/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316287385724209122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Scc_NPRKb4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/MjW2EFyNAak/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Scc_NPRKb4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/MjW2EFyNAak/s400/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316287381803528066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:39 Sun 22-03-2009&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday! I'm feeling whatever today. I feel like going to the city to do some internet, but then my aunt says that I probably won't find anything open, because Sunday is their rest day. It's kind of the opposite with the way it is in BKK. Sunday is one of the busiest days of the week. Everything is open and alive on Sundays, but that is not the way it is here. So here I am just lying down and being a bum. I will have to do my laundry soon because it's starting to pile up again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:21 Mon 23-03-2009&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in our beach cottage with my lolo, lola, tita, and my little cousin Gwyn, munching on Chippy and chilling. The weather is perfect, and to make the day even more perfect, I just got my laundry done! I'm going to the city  this afternoon to do internet and post up the stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the links to the Facebook albums of the beach here in Kimaya:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=72573&amp;amp;id=563607378&amp;amp;l=934d65f9ed&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=72068&amp;amp;id=563607378&amp;amp;l=f67c4ba6c5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just fished out this note thing with Marielle out of my wallet. Made me laugh to myself, but I'll save that for later. Will post it up soon. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-5647123560101356350?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5647123560101356350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=5647123560101356350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5647123560101356350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5647123560101356350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-have-been-up-to.html' title='What I Have Been Up To.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/Scc_L-UkdMI/AAAAAAAAAqA/oUA6r-QyGJs/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-7510952827675488238</id><published>2009-03-15T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:51:00.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend. And a Random Thingie I Found on Facebook.</title><content type='html'>You know what? Facebook has gone on official stalker mode! If you thought that it wasn't enough, they added in MORE stalker tools! UGH! I'm not going to complain though, but I found this cool note that Steffi wrote. It's pretty funny, you can try it out. &lt;br /&gt;Pick the month you were born in&lt;br /&gt;Jan - I cuddled with&lt;br /&gt;Feb - I killed&lt;br /&gt;Mar - I ran shirtless with&lt;br /&gt;Apr - I raped&lt;br /&gt;May - I killed&lt;br /&gt;Jun - I banged&lt;br /&gt;Jul - I needed&lt;br /&gt;Aug - I ran naked with&lt;br /&gt;Sept - I stabbed&lt;br /&gt;Oct - I ate out&lt;br /&gt;Nov - I slept with&lt;br /&gt;Dec - I smoked with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on&lt;br /&gt;01 - the kool-aid man&lt;br /&gt;02 - a horse&lt;br /&gt;03 - a pornstar&lt;br /&gt;04 - a toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;05 - Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;06 - a bag of weed&lt;br /&gt;07 - a prostitute&lt;br /&gt;08 - a jew&lt;br /&gt;09 - a ninja&lt;br /&gt;10 - a homo&lt;br /&gt;11 - Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;12 - the trojan man&lt;br /&gt;13 - a whore&lt;br /&gt;14 - a cat&lt;br /&gt;15 - a pickle&lt;br /&gt;16 - a glass of milk&lt;br /&gt;17 - a bisexual&lt;br /&gt;18 - Your Mom&lt;br /&gt;19 - an orange&lt;br /&gt;20 - a crackhead&lt;br /&gt;21 - a bowl of cereal&lt;br /&gt;22 - an easter egg&lt;br /&gt;23 - my ex&lt;br /&gt;24 - a condom&lt;br /&gt;25 - a jar of honey&lt;br /&gt;26 - a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;27 - a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;28 - a french fry&lt;br /&gt;29 - your dealer&lt;br /&gt;30 - a stripper&lt;br /&gt;31 - Your grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the colour of the top your wearing now..&lt;br /&gt;White - Because thats how i roll&lt;br /&gt;Black - because im sexy as hell&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Because the lil people told me to&lt;br /&gt;Red - because I have AMAZING boobs&lt;br /&gt;Blue - because I'm a pimp and you're jealous&lt;br /&gt;Polka Dots - because I hate my life&lt;br /&gt;Purple - because I'm gay&lt;br /&gt;Gray - because I love marijuana&lt;br /&gt;Other - because I have double D's&lt;br /&gt;Green - because I'm beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Orange - because I smoke crack&lt;br /&gt;Turqoise - because I have a noodle in my nose&lt;br /&gt;Brown - because i had to&lt;br /&gt;Shirtless - because I've got abs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was: I killed a cat because I have amazing boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I love cats, and wouldn't lift a hair to kill one. Second of all, I don't have boobs. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my weekend was quite saucy. Everything is saucy and lots of stuff happen outside MVC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, me and my little cousins took a stroll by the beach. I went to bed, all the lights out. When my heavy eyes were about to fall asleep, my eyes then caught a glimmer of light. A swarm of fireflies! How pretty they were! Flying around and flittering and glittering here and there. I was safe under my mosquito net, or "musquet" as we call it. I didn't want them landing on me and squashing me. I just lied down in awe as they flashed them little lights at each other. The next morning, I asked my little cousin Gwen if she saw the fireflies. I had no idea what they were called in dialect, so I called them "little flying little lighted up thingies." She then was like, "Oh, you mean the little insects which have little flashing lights at their buttocks? They're aniniputs!" The word for "ass" in dialect is "tiput." So flying stuff with glowing asses are simply called aniniputs! Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then got ready for church, where I met a whole horde of family. Left and right, I was "blessing" people and shaking my cousins' heads. I never realized how many uncles, aunties, and cousins I had! My first reaction was like, "uhh, who is this? Do I know you?" My aunt then goes, "Oh, RJ! This is your uncle duh duh duh duh, your mother's brother!" Same story with the others. After church, I rode back to the house, had sabbath dinner, and then took a nap. I woke up around 5, and it was already dark. I went to the seaside cottage and sat with my gramps and my aunt and talked. I stole a glance at the sea, and then I stole a glance at the sea. Little lighted glowing thingies were on the water. I then asked my gramps what they were, and they told me they were fishing boats. It looked soo pretty. The sky a perfect purplish blue. The whole sea mirror, topped off with glowing thingies floating. So pretty. And breath taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early yesterday to see the sunrise. It was pinkish and all shiny. Pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went on. Lots of people then came to our beach. My gramps own few beach cottages, and they have a little business renting it to people who want to. These people were a religious group, and they had their "god" with them. It was this chubby looking kid. The story was, he supposedly "moved" from one woman to another. It was all weird, but oh well. Snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my Ate Lanie came. She my cousin and works in BKK, so then she brought me a new phone my mom sent. It has music and a camera, all I need in a phone. As long as it can receive calls, has music and camera, I'm more than happy. And you know the nicest part? It has huge buttons! haha! Perfect for the semi-text addict like me! Thank you mom! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, again surfing the net and face-booking. So much fun! Oh well. I guess that's it for this blog post. Peace out y'all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ &amp;hearts;s you. REALLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-7510952827675488238?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7510952827675488238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=7510952827675488238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7510952827675488238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7510952827675488238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-weekend-and-random-thingie-i-found.html' title='My Weekend. And a Random Thingie I Found on Facebook.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-9048204361789627168</id><published>2009-03-11T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:35:23.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paddle Paddle. Pant Pant.</title><content type='html'>I am here alone in Gingoog City. Alone. Without my auntie or anyone. But I can fend for myself! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Nicky's new blog, and there's certainly NOTHING going on in MVC. (aside from the green leaves, twigs, stones and dusty road that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, we had an early low tide. I was kind of shocked because like the really really really low tides are usually like in the evening around 8.00 PM. I was all excited and stuff, because I went on a boat trip with my Auntie Glory, and she showed me this certain stretch out at sea with corals, colorful fish, brightly colored starfish, clear sparkling water, and GREEN SAND! (before you start smiling and clapping in glee, don't forget, there are SEA URCHINS! Yes, those little sharp pointy thingies that hurt so bad.) She told me that at low tide, the water is like neck deep and you can swim in the green sand place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect thing to do! I felt like swimming, but I was kind of scared too of the sea urchins. I didn't want some of them spikes up my feet! So I got my aunt's permission and took the boat out myself, and paddled and paddled. It was low tide, the water was really low, and in the sea, there are rocks everywhere, so you can imagine what happened after that. I was stuck for like a really long time, trying to evade the rocks. In vain. Bump bumpity here, bumpity there, paddle paddle, pant pant. I finally got to this stretch of the sea with the green sand and pretty stuff. I was really tempted to jump out and swim, but I was still scared of drowning. So I paddled all the way back (I can't tell you how tiring that was) and coaxed my uncle Alex to come in the boat with me so I could have someone to "rescue" me in case I drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Sounds lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him the paddle this time, I wanted to save some energy for swimming. If I paddled all the way, my arms would probably be too tired to keep me afloat and I probably would sink. HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we finally reached that stretch out at sea. It was beautiful, the sun going down, the rays penetrating the waters, colorful fish, coral, BLUE starfish, URCHINS. But then the urchins didn't scare me anymore. The waters looked really inviting. So I just jumped out. And swam. It was magical, the scene underwater looked like it came from The Little Mermaid. I swam and did some strokes while my uncle watched me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, jump back into the boat, and head to shore, take a bath, and watch a movie with my uncle and my grandma and grandpa. I then go to bed in my room. Lulled to sleep by the waves of the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the LIFE!! This is what I call vacation, nothing to worry about, just relaxing and reading my A&amp;P book by the sea, getting to play with my little cousins, eating and sleeping. And this will be all gone when I get back to MVC. I'm taking nursing (doh, what other decent course they have to offer there) as a pre-med (remember what they said, think BIG! lol). Then it's just studies, life, life, and studies. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!! (it's a huge but alright. it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just make the best of it as of now and enjoy it to the fullest of my BEING!! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; RJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-9048204361789627168?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/9048204361789627168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=9048204361789627168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/9048204361789627168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/9048204361789627168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/03/paddle-paddle-pant-pant.html' title='Paddle Paddle. Pant Pant.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-1648877127880615216</id><published>2009-03-09T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:26:30.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sea.</title><content type='html'>I am like soo sorry to not have been updating in the past WEEKS, I know it's my fault, but then oh well, I can't help it. I just can't get my hands on the computer while I'm at my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am graduated!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________silence.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's really LR (late reaction) for this, but then I didn't have time at all for anything! Seriously, after graduation, dad went home, sent me to grandmother's, and woosh, I am here by the sea. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, blah blah this, blah blah that, I am graduated!! Then now, I am by the sea. Uh, yeah. I know that sounds really confusing and stuff, but then *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from the very beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, then there's the graduation, right? On I think Tuesday (or was that Monday?) me, Nicole, and Dominic hung out one last time, and then dad brought me over to my aunt's house in Cagayan de Oro. We slept for a night there, moved out for my grandma's the next morning. Then, after a really long and ass killing ride on the bus, we reached my gramma's house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus we rode from the city in to the village of Kimaya (that's my grammas and gramps place in Gingoog [don't ask, I bet you don't know where it is]) was not air-conditioned, so the windows were open. Btw, my grandparent's place is like sooo close to the sea. It's practically meters away from the sea!! So anyway, as me and my dad were riding the bus on the way, I suddenly caught glimpse of shiny, rich blue through the thick shrubbery and houses lining the road. It was the sea!!! (or beach, ocean, dadadada, whatever you want to call it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salty ocean air!! How sweet on the nostrils and the tongue!! WHoO!! I haven't been to the beach in like FOREVER. Literally. I am up here in the mountains, and MVC is like really really far away from the nearest beach. Now last December, when I went home to the lovely BKK in the Kingdom of Thailand, I didn't get to go out anywhere aside from Bangkok. What my parents usually do is take us out of Bangkok to the beach. But then, mom said, since it's going to be pretty busy and that everything is sooo expensive (I wonder how or why, since the fuel prices are getting hella dirt cheap, hmmm) we'll not go anywhere. Fair enough I said. Fair enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ZIP!* Back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reach my gramp's place, and I can tell you, it's a really really pretty place. I quickly walked into the house, put down my bag, ripped it open, grabbed my flip flops, and made a dash toward the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin Gwen followed. I ran, sand going everywhere, then, whoo!! The blissful sea water wetting my feet. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you that feeling, having the sea water creep up on your bare feet after a long long time of not having done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this: clear, sparkling, glassy sea water, and as the you look at the horizon, the water stretches and changes color into a monochromatic blue. Clear blue sky, sea breeze is perfect and salty, and palm/coconut trees sway behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, the beach here that my gramp's own is as pretty as one of the top 10 beaches anywhere here on this planet, (at least for me, hahaha, but seriously.) the only thing lacking is the WHITE sand. But it's still really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you might asking, "what the hell happened to RJ? where did he go? is he dead? Why isn't he blogging? Is something seriously wrong?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a beach bum for the past few weeks. (which is probably the bestest thing to do. EVER.) And an anatomy and physiology reader. My aunt gave me this anatomy and physiology book to read over the summer. Well, I will be taking summer classes, but summer classes don't start until the first week of August, so I have this huge and HEAVY (it is seriously HUGE. and heavy.) book to read. My three little cousins are giving me company, and they're really funny. They're just so intrigued at all the diagrams, and they gag at the naked pictures of the human body. haha. Kids. My Manong (older brother) tell me that nurses aren't at all THAT surprised anymore when they see a naked person. It's just part of their anatomy, he says. ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum it all up, all I have been doing for the past few weeks is: sleeping, eating, ready my anatomy and physiology book, playing with my little cousins, watching TV, walking, talking, doing my laundry, playing with the dogs here in the house, looking at the chickens, swimming in the sea, playing in the sea, rolling my feet and toes into the sand, et cetera. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I really like here are the sunsets. And sunrises. I just love this place, everything about it. The sea seems to be calling out to me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this entry in an internet cafe in Gingoog city. I don't know when my next post will be, but hopefully soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of you back home!! Hugs to all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nicole, have a great time in MVC!! And Dominic, have fun in your motherland! HAHA!! I hope I see you guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-1648877127880615216?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1648877127880615216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=1648877127880615216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1648877127880615216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1648877127880615216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/03/sea.html' title='The Sea.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-6529610469028072086</id><published>2009-02-24T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:31:14.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Special Feeling.</title><content type='html'>I have this surge going through my body now. It's like I feel so happy. Now Ate Hazel's post tops my happiness with even more sugar. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the cherry on a supersweet sundae. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling right? Excitement, happiness, and that "feeling." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so special! I don't know why, it's probably because I found out that my friends back home actually took the time to make something special for me? It sure is special, since you can't buy it anywhere. In other words, it's custom made!! Which makes it absolutely perfect.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ate Lerie, haven't heard from her on blogger or on facebook. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing is perfect. Just perfect. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a meditational piece to play this coming friday for our graduation! I might as well just get one from our class president, Her Excellency Jocklin Reyno! haha She even has a mole in the same place as Gloria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect to see dad today or tomorrow!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy!!!! WHOOO!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-6529610469028072086?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6529610469028072086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=6529610469028072086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6529610469028072086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6529610469028072086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-special-feeling.html' title='That Special Feeling.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-5003236104654521676</id><published>2009-02-24T04:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:10:17.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief.</title><content type='html'>I can't tell you how relieved I feel right now. I FINISHED ALL MY REQUIREMENTS! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have that huge, titanic, humongous, long (you get the idea) clearance slip to finish! But that's not what's bothering me now. In fact, I am not bothered by anything right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so happy and hyper that I'm finished with everything! And finals are done too! WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad will be coming over tomorrow, and then he'll be here for my graduation. I can't believe it. I'll be finally graduating high school this coming Friday. :D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so giddy giddy right now. Everything is going perfect. (at least for now) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rewarded myself today by eating two ice cream cones :D Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go first, I have to work on and polish our consecration and tribute to parents song. Did I tell you guys yet that Nicole wrote the lyrics and I composed the music? Ha! It sounds fine to me, Nicole says it sounds fine too. But I don't care what other people think, because the melody came from my heart *cough cough* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone, and remember, RJ loves you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooooooooo happy. :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-5003236104654521676?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5003236104654521676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=5003236104654521676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5003236104654521676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5003236104654521676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/relief.html' title='Relief.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-4967160423807049609</id><published>2009-02-22T19:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:37:32.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAUGH!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing, and Nicole hasn't been writing, and Dominic hasn't been writing in a while too. You guys wanna know why? It's because this post graduation requirements are driving us coo coos and out of our minds! We have many things to do before we can graduate. In fact, we were giving this huge clearance slip for us to fill up before we could march down the aisle during our commencement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a public holiday, so we don't have school. We're supposed to have our physics exam today, but since it's a holiday, we don't. (isn't it that obvious? lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am so done and off with my term paper, thank GOD the Lord. I finished it last night. Now I have my SRA to do and I have to finish our group's math project. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is coming over very very soon! I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read &lt;a href="http://watermelonblast.blogspot.com/2009/02/fire.html"&gt;Megan's blog post&lt;/a&gt; on FIRE. And hotness. Another fire on our street? What's happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Hazel's pictures of the pretty colorful flower of the mission compound and EIS makes me miss BKK even more. I'm missing out on the flowers! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get back to my work now. Desite all the business/craziness of this mountain of work before graduation, I will try once in a while to write something here in my blog. It's been so inactive for the past few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-4967160423807049609?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4967160423807049609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=4967160423807049609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4967160423807049609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4967160423807049609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/aaugh.html' title='AAUGH!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-2545220068776892065</id><published>2009-02-18T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:02:33.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>I finished my clearance today. I'm going to turn it in, for the marching clearance, a even longer clearance. A huge slip of paper. This is so stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I'm going to be graduating soon!! YAY! I don't know when dad is coming, but I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make this long, I have to go back to doing my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-2545220068776892065?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2545220068776892065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=2545220068776892065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2545220068776892065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2545220068776892065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh_18.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3404390854576257307</id><published>2009-02-17T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:19:16.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Today.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so last night, we came from the prom at around 12, it was so late. The door was locked, but I let myself in with my ID card. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I tried hard to wake up early, but then it turned out to be another late day for school. But I wasn't technically late, according to the Filipino time. I was actually kind of early. The ONLY formal class we had today was during our Economics class, with Sir Biclar babbling away on the economy, land reform, presidential decress, and et cetera. Oh yeah, and Nicole didn't come. She said she would, but then she said she woke up around 8:32. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened at school today; two of our classmates had an accident! And one was knocked out, they were playing by our railings *cough*juvenile fences*cough* and they plunged into the hard ground head first! tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we didn't have classes. I stayed home and caught up on some Zs I missed last night. One thing I ESPECIALLY cannot ever live without is sleep. I remember, Mom had to force me when i was little to take afternoon naps. And for a kid that is his/her worst nightmare when all his playmates are outside playing cooking cooking and house house, while you're being forced to take a nap. Now, Mom has to shake me hard to wake up and not fall asleep. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the recital thingie today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually supposed to be revising my term paper right now. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get home I will have to start working on my music projects, spent like about a 100 pesos on materials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3404390854576257307?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3404390854576257307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3404390854576257307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3404390854576257307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3404390854576257307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-today.html' title='School Today.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-2850342362246223516</id><published>2009-02-16T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:42:07.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so sorry for not writing in such a long long time. I haven't been writing for a week, to be exact, because I wasn't in the blogging mood that much either. Well Auntie Baling now knows that this blog exists! YAY! Another fan! mwahaha! Write something already Steffi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff has been going on in the past week. It was our CSC. It was something like sports day, only that it lasted a whole week. CSC here is sports day AND fun fair combined. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night was our Junior/Senior Prom at the Roadhouse Cafe, and boy was it nice. And fun. I didn't get any award or anything, but NICOLE did!! She is the Queen of Hearts! Ha! The program was really nice (I won't go into details). I have taken lots of pictures, with Nicole, Dominic, and Sir Bart! :D I will get them soon and post them up here. You can read the prom account on nicole's blog &lt;a href="http://nicky-me-chauvei.blogspot.com/2009/02/prom.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is really really fast approaching!! X) Dad is coming over with the horde (I hope) of the graduation presents from them people back home! ha! Now all of us Seniors are running here and there like coo coos to complete our requirements for graduation; the clearance slips were distributed this morning for finals. On my list for completion are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SRA&lt;br /&gt;&gt;English Term Paper (to be revised)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Memorize Filipino pledge and national anthem, in English and Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Math project on statistics, on math grades of the 1st year and 2nd year high school students.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Music projectS (read: The huge S.) There are like 5 to be done. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post graduation thing is driving me crazy. But it's not all that bad, I'm getting out of high school soon! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case, I shall, and WILL remind you guys again back home who are reading this, to please don't forget my graduation present!! ha! :D &lt;br /&gt;How demanding of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-2850342362246223516?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2850342362246223516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=2850342362246223516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2850342362246223516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2850342362246223516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-sorry-for-not-writing-in-such.html' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-4294505733105760321</id><published>2009-02-05T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:44:15.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY! YAY!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday! I'm a week closer to graduation! YAY! And don't forget my grad present :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sabbath everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and someone pulled Nick's pants today!!! haha &lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-4294505733105760321?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4294505733105760321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=4294505733105760321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4294505733105760321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4294505733105760321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-yay.html' title='FRIDAY! YAY!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-6762447356657907499</id><published>2009-02-05T03:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:43:01.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. 25 Random Things.</title><content type='html'>That explains it. I ended up posting two of the posts below, and had like 20 separate saved drafts. Explains the jacked up connection here in MVC. But I'm happy, for once, that the internet right now at least is pretty decent, and I am dee jai. (happy) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my blog that really funny? I keep on finding the "LOL" button at the bottom of my blog post always checked. ha ha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tagging thing on Facebook has been pretty crazy lately, so I will just write 25 random facts about me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25 Random Facts about THE Rj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 1. My have been growing my fingernails lightning fast lately. For some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 2. I have these intense cravings sometimes for FOOD. WITH MEAT. Especially some GOOD Thai sidewalk food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 3. I am utterly in love with ICE CREAM. I can gulp down WHOLE TUBS of ice cream alone and enjoy it. My favorite ice cream flavor is rum raisin. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 4. I am an animal lover. I have this intense pity for animals in need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 5. I LOVE listening to a capella music. And my idol singing group is the Philippine Madrigals!! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 6. Sometimes, (especially when I'm with Megan) I laugh. Just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 7. Like Ate Lerie, I type with the correct fingering position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 8. My average typing speed is around 60 WPM. When I type here in the com lab, people's head always turn, and they start whispering something like, "he types so fast, blah blah blah." :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 9. I never EVER had a girlfriend before. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 10. I play the piano AT LEAST 2 times a day, during worship. I am ALWAYS the piano for our worship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 11. I've always wanted to cut my hair in one of them "girl" shops. I heard that they cut hair really well there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 12. My toilet seat in my room doesn't have a seater. So when I sit down on it, my behind feels the cold American Standard porcelain ceramic whatever white shiny polished stuff they use for toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 13. I have this habit (sometimes) when I was back home, when either Ate Lerie or Ate Hazel played a piece on the piano I KNEW, I would run over to open the piano and play the exact same piece. I just did that for fun, but they never mentioned it to me about it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 14. I fight with Nel Nel (my little brother) a lot. But we always make up, somehow, even how nasty the argument is. Brothers for life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 15. I am annoyed with the fact that people here in MVC have the habit of peering and glancing at someone else's screen while they're doing their personal business "stuff". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 16. I got into this emo phase sometimes. (not to the point of cutting/burning myself and wearing eyeliner, HELL NO! haha) I miss my family and friends in Bangkok from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 17. The person who got me into this blogging thing is Ate Lerie! I wasn't actually planning to have a blog from the very start, but then I just started to love blogging. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 18. Way back when I was little, (and still sometimes now, whenever I can) I run over to Ate Hazel's and Lerie's house, ran up the stairs, and played with their Barbies. Before you gasp in horror and shock, I don't dress them up and they don't go for fashion shows. I strip them naked and then start pulling off their heads, legs, and arms. Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 19. I gossip about kids sometimes with my friends. Yes, little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 20. I love kids! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 21. I LOVE SUGAR!! Just to name a few, Skittles, Starburst, and NERDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 22. I sometimes have these weird, disturbing dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 23. I tried ironing my shirt the first time I came here, and guess what? One of my short sleeved polos now has a huge, gaping hole at the left sleeve. And when I mean huge, it's huge. All the edges of the hole are crispy and blackened. I don't iron ANYTHING right now. And if I do, I lower the heat to super low, just to get the wrinkles off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 24. I love playing the piano. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factoid 25. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Finally done with that list! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night peoples!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-6762447356657907499?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6762447356657907499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=6762447356657907499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6762447356657907499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6762447356657907499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-25-random-things.html' title='Oh. 25 Random Things.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-7975816087193430082</id><published>2009-02-05T00:43:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:53:22.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless INTERNET. USELESS COMPUTERS.</title><content type='html'>Okay, now I can't tell you how much fumed up I am now. I want to say a bad word, but since mom is reading this, I won't. ha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now trying to surf and do stuff on the internet, but it's sooo slow. And I'm flaming mad right now, I can tell you that. I just finished slamming the keyboard, banging at the CPU (which is yellowed with age), and jamming the mouse. Hard. Someone behind me then "psssted" me. The internet was soo slow it even took FOREVER to open Google. Google usually loads like that. *snaps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some apparent reason, the school can't provide us with a decent connection!! Where the hell is my tuition money going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pass the time just now, me and Dominic were looking at the computer's status. Not to mention their "beautifulness" on the outside, the computers here have absolutely UGLY, USELESS, AND DOWN TO EARTH &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;OUTDATED&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/U&gt; specs! AAUGH!! To pass MORE of the time, we played with paint, and the magnifier. It was especially FUN playing with the magnifier. Just in case you want to play with the magnifier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Start.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;All programs.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Accessibility. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Magnifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's stupid playing with something stupid, but then there was absolutely nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry right now, i feel like tearing open the CPU and smashing the monitor with a huge construction hammer. Seriously. I don't even know if the internet here will survive long enough for me to post this post. AAUGHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grits teeth, pulls hair in anguish.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-7975816087193430082?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7975816087193430082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=7975816087193430082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7975816087193430082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7975816087193430082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/useless-internet-useless-computers.html' title='Useless INTERNET. USELESS COMPUTERS.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-8238869627372641700</id><published>2009-02-04T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:39:01.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>So I walked down to check the "Mail for today" bulletin board, and guess what? Yes, I saw my name on that list, under foreign mail. Wow. The mail finally arrived. Now I know they call it snail mail for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I tell you about the envelope (and the contents inside it), I will tell you of what happened. The internet in the com lab was getting irritably slow, so I made up my mind to log off and go check the mail in case the "surprise" mail from Shimona came. When I went to the post office, no one was there, but the door was open. It was the same thing that happened the last time mom sent me mail. The student in charge wasn't in. I was tempted to walk in and look for the mail myself and walk out with it and act like nothing ever happened, but I was a good boy and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students, teachers, chitter chatter people, students staring at the bulletin boards, noise from a lecture hall, students walking up and down the stairs, people talking, more talking, me sitting down waiting. I was getting a bit annoyed with waiting, and now the urge to walk in to steal the mail was creeping up on me. But then I waited. So finally the mail lady came, I signed something something, then she handed me the envelope. Just like that. As quick as air. I would have gotten the mail instantly, if it weren't for her leaving her assigned spot. I grabbed the envelope from her hand with a silent grumble in my head, somewhat happy at the same time to finally recieve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had my hands on the envelope, I didn't bother to wait. I tore open the envelope. The contents were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 slips of small paper with sayings on them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white one said: The possible ranks higher than the actual.&lt;br /&gt;The OTHER white one said: Leap and the net will appear.&lt;br /&gt;The cream/yellow (whatever) said: Take risks: if you win, you will be happy; if you lose, you will be wise. (I like it. :D)&lt;br /&gt;The bluish purply slip said: We must use time wisely and forever realise that the time is always ripe to do right. &lt;br /&gt;The red slip said: For last year's words belong to last year's language, and next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A tiny (about the size of your thumbnail) green eraser shaped like a bear, with a pink dot on its tummy.&lt;/b&gt; (I'm still not very sure what that shapeless blob is supposed to be, it looks like and up-side-down heart, but at the same time looks like an apple.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A orage-red striped paper clip.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A 2009 calendar, with cute graphics on the front, and with THAI inscriptions at the back!&lt;/b&gt; X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; A slip of paper &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was folded, and on the front was written an inscription:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What could it be?? (Besides the random items I've included..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cautiously opened the paper, and on it was printed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey RJ!&lt;br /&gt;So you miss sushi? (sorry, would've been better in colourm but i don't have access to colour printer!)&lt;br /&gt;Then these HUGE pictures of sushi, and more sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :) Love, Shimona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Shimona, I absolutely enjoyed your mail! It totally made my day! :D Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not helping my tummy and taste palette that much. I am now craving for sushi!! UGH. And to make it even more perfect, I am feeling hungry right now, since I had a light lunch. I am now drooling over all the paper (and the B&amp;W sushi pictures). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED SUSHI. NOW. AAUGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. from now on, I'll try to capitalize properly, so my blog can look a bit professional. I used to do that before when I started blogging, but then i got lazy to hit the shift key. I'm just used to typing non-stop without having to bother to press the shift key, as it auto-capitalizes by itself. But it's good practice too, to press the shift key once in a while. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-8238869627372641700?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8238869627372641700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=8238869627372641700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8238869627372641700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8238869627372641700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-7914005582485768065</id><published>2009-02-03T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:55:22.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>So last night, I was here at the com lab. The internet was soo friggin slow, it was    apathetic, crawling, creeping, dawdling, delaying, deliberate, dilatory, disinclined, dreamy, drowsy, easy, gradual, heavy, idle, imperceptible, inactive, indolent, inert, lackadaisical, laggard, lagging, leaden, leisurely, lethargic, listless, loitering, measured, moderate, negligent, passive, phlegmatic, plodding, ponderous, postponing, procrastinating, quiet, reluctant, remiss, slack, sleepy, slothful, slow-moving, sluggish, snaillike, stagnant, supine, tardy, torpid, and tortoiselike. And you know how frustrating that is?? Especially when you want to blog about something but you can't because of stupid connections and yellowed-with-age computers? I was so mad, I stormed off, I didn't even bother to do anything anymore. Nothing annoys me more than slow internet. It makes me BURN. Even in an AC room, I can BURN, because of slow internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I transferred to another room of the house, because my auntie told me to do so. So now i have one big room to myself, I'm on the top bunk, while no one is on the bottom bunk (obviously, since I'm having the room to myself). I used to have my own room when I first came to MVC last June, but then I moved in with kuya tata. Until yesterday, that is. I have lots of space here all for myself! My room even has its own toilet! Haha. Manong! Come up to MVC to visit! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was the tactical inspection. Finally. Everything went well, and I think everyone did superb. For me, we did so much better than our practice! I guess some pressure and stress is some good after all. But you bet, it was tiring, but thank GOD there was an overcast, if not, I probably would have fainted (or faked it to escape the harsh heat, lol). At the end, they didn't announce our average performance percentage, but one of them sneaky officers saw, and then she said we got a 92% overall score. Not bad, really. But then most of us were expecting more, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm message-ing Megan now, and she's telling me to be careful with my shoes, because maybe a SNAKE would end up inside there! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more tonight! Hopefully. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-7914005582485768065?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7914005582485768065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=7914005582485768065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7914005582485768065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7914005582485768065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-2387046346978738681</id><published>2009-02-03T01:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:24:27.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving. Describe the person sitting next to you.</title><content type='html'>I dunno about you, but i have this serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious serious craving for GOOD THAI FOOD. WITH MEAT. Seriously. My mouth is now watering with the thought of pad thai, pad kapao kai, som tam kai yang, kuaytiew, and all the other side walk food! I need Bangkok! AAUGH!! This is so frustrating. This craving for GOOD FOOD. Looks like all that vegetables and gluten did me some good. I have this huge craving now, i can't explain it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you might be wondering, why all the sudden random blog posts? So this is what happens when I get a hold of the computer often. I go right on to blogger, and just blog about random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic just wrote a &lt;a href="http://dum-dumb-dumby.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt; on the LIES MVC is brewing up. It's now around 5, and me and Dominic and Nicole (who won't show up) are going to go to the meeting with the accreditors. I hope something bad doesn't happen and I don't talk too much! *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on &lt;a href="http://words.bighugelabs.com/blog.php"&gt;big huge thesaurus&lt;/a&gt; and looked for a random topic to blog about. So i saw this random blog idea, which said "Describe the person sitting next to you." So well, THE Dominic is sitting right next to me, so I'll describe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is dark, short-haired, fish-lipped, ape, barmy, batty, berserk, bonkers*, cracked, crazed, cuckoo, daft, delirious, demented, deranged, dingy, dippy, erratic, flaky, flipped, flipped out, freaked out, fruity, idiotic, insane, kooky, lunatic, mad, maniacal, mental*, moonstruck, nuts, nutty, nutty as fruitcake, of unsound mind, out of one’s mind, out of one’s tree, out to lunch, potty, psycho, round the bend, schizo, screwball*, screw loose, screwy*, silly, touched*, unbalanced, unglued, unhinged*, unzipped, wacky and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now pestering me to get out of my computer, as we are late for "staff" meeting. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-2387046346978738681?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2387046346978738681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=2387046346978738681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2387046346978738681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2387046346978738681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/craving-describe-person-sitting-next-to.html' title='Craving. Describe the person sitting next to you.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-6589466030824669525</id><published>2009-02-02T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:10:45.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Talk With One of the Accreditors.</title><content type='html'>i am now in the library with dominic, and we're looking at the newly acquired books they have here. i bet the only reason the school bought them is because of the accreditors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the accreditors came in their little van to the academy after lunch. they just sat in our physics class while sir canarecio blabbed about watts and ohms, curent and amperes. but it wasn't that hard at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the lady accreditors came over to me and dominic and started asking a few questions. and it turns out she knows my dad. her name is Sol Vasquez. i dunno pa, if you know her. anyway, she asked us on how we liked the library, and what else needed improvement. i was tempted to mention all the outdated books and stupid pointless (and stressful!) requirements the librarian lets us do during clearance signing, but i managed to keep my mouth shut. we just smiled and said som nice things, and we even recommended s reader's digest subscription. she agreeably nodded her head and wrote it down in her pad. hopefully we will get one soon. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're having values with selidio next, and then i'll hear him preach from the book. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-6589466030824669525?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6589466030824669525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=6589466030824669525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6589466030824669525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6589466030824669525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/talk-with-one-of-accreditors.html' title='A Talk With One of the Accreditors.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-8270500784521110343</id><published>2009-02-02T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:20:34.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIES.</title><content type='html'>the whole MVC compound is now a lie. everything is scrubbed clean, bulletin boards done, everything seeming picture perfect. it's a lie!!&lt;br /&gt;the academy has undergone a major change, with all the new "stuff" in the library (study carells, etc.), the squeaky clean hallways, and the re-done bulletin boards. it's all a LIE! why do they even bother to make everything pretty just for the inspectors? i guess it's just the way it is.. SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now in the comlab, just grabbing this post in between the thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that message megan sent, she said it was long. i didn't know it was going to be that LONG, full of complaints. HAHA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well com class is almost done, i might blog more tonight. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-8270500784521110343?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8270500784521110343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=8270500784521110343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8270500784521110343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8270500784521110343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/lies.html' title='LIES.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-2425408022012662912</id><published>2009-02-02T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:32:04.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend. Hello Monday!</title><content type='html'>i am so sorry i haven't been writing in a long, long while, but here is my the post on how my weekend went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday went by, with all the sabbath preparations and stuff. we had practice again for the stupid pointless tactical inspection. and you know the perfect part? complete type A uniform!!! yay!! long sleeve polo, sash, beret, name bar, scarf, slide, gloves, belt, BLACK SOCKS (me and a whole lot of other boys came close to a punishment for not wearing black socks. i didn't even know it was part of the uniform.)&lt;br /&gt;the day before, selidio was like, "AI WANT DOS SIYUS PAHLISD!"&lt;br /&gt;what are the purpose of shiny shoes anyway,knock the inspectors out with their shininess? o_O&lt;br /&gt;more pressure on the songs and yells group. how bout selidio go up there himsef and choreograph us huh?? he's like "do it well!! make it snappy!" bloeh.&lt;br /&gt;went to vespers. started to rain again a bit. i then found out that there was going to go out to another church tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday came. our year level was scheduled for the tubigon church. in our dialiect, tubigon directly translated means "water-i-ness." haha&lt;br /&gt;so we rode the jeep on the way to the church. don't get me started on how dusty the whole trip was. it was so friggin dusty!!! by the time i got there my hole body was smothered in inch thick dust. the feeling was totally icky, all the dust in your hair and on your skin. so this is the reason i hate to go down to the town to get money; (which is like an hour away.) the trip speaks for itself. &lt;br /&gt;so we got to the church, changed to our sabbath attire, and then prepared the program for sabbath school. the church there is really tiny, less than 50 members, including the children. i was assigned as one of the children's sabbaths school teachers, which is exactly what i wanted, since i love working with kids.&lt;br /&gt;i told them a story,but since my bisaya is really nosebleed, i had one of my classmates do the translating. i told them the story about swami and the crocodile. about that little disobedient african kid who jumped into the river when his parents told him not to, who ended up almost dead because of disobeying his parents and teachers and giving into his friends. the children loved it!! (by the way, when i mean the plural children, it's like 5 of them, 4 boys and one girl. quite a tiny class huh?)&lt;br /&gt;divine service, then AY came. after that, we rode the jeepney back to MVC. more dust. UGH. training again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up on sunday with a whatever attitude. who the hell hosts their practices on sundays? it's supposed to be our rest day for christ's sake!! if being dried up and sunburned under the sun for 4 days straight isn't enough, then why take sunday from us? i had so many chores to do, but then i had ho choice but to go. i went there at 7.30, the usual meeting time, and guess who came the LATEST??&lt;br /&gt;SELIDIO!!&lt;br /&gt;he came at like around 10. and he gave all of us a huge scolding and let them poor officers squat for 7 minutes straight. &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i encountered stuff in my shoe again. i was about to leave the house na, and before wearing my shoes, i shook them. hard. and guess what? little &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; wormlike-mealwormlike GRUBS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/I&gt; came out!! &lt;br /&gt;it was so disgusting, then then started wriggling here and there. utterly repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,back to our thingie. we practiced and practiced. well i wasn't that much of in a mood to do anything. at all. so i just stood around idle on sunday. and you know what? we didn't have afternoon sessions!! yay! thank GOD. but then we were to have practice again, TOMORROW, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today. crawled out of my bed. i took a really really quick shower, because i didn't want to be late. but then in the shower, i then thought it over, then started taking my sweet time doing things. i learn now that selidio isn't very particular when it comes to appointment time promptness. never. so i didn't bother that much to speed up. i left the house around 7.45, and sure enough, he didn't show up yet. so then i just sat and did some chikka and tsimis with my schoolmates. practice dragged on, and around 11,we walked to the academy for another general cleaning in preparation for the coming accreditors. i think when the accreditors come, they patch up everything, making everything look as picture perfect as possible. walls and floors are scrubbed, windows wiped, chairs repainted, bulltin boards beautied.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL A LIE!&lt;br /&gt;the only reason the school is letting us do all the cleaning is because:&lt;br /&gt;1.they don't have any janitors. (where is the tuition money going??)&lt;br /&gt;2.they want the school to look good, just for the accreditors. &lt;br /&gt;well i didn't help much, i just hung around. sir selidio then announced that we were going to have an afternoon session of practice. i didn't go. HAHA!! &lt;br /&gt;i had this little book i found, and it kept me occupied throughout the afternoon. it was a pretty interesting book,about ancient Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now updating on everyone's blog and checking my facebook! oh yeh, and nicole was like, NEVER mention about my sunburn on your blogs, or i'm gonna kill you!!&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, she mentioned it herself. haha&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be discreet. :D&lt;br /&gt;don't worry nicole, you're always beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;if you ask marielle, "do you think you're beautiful?" &lt;br /&gt;she will answer back unhestitantly with a confident and huge YES!!,because i was created by GOD.&lt;br /&gt;and you are created by God nicole,so you're beautiful!! :D &lt;br /&gt;this goes to all the girls out there also who read this post. &lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the keyboard that i am now using is the gayest thing alive. the space bar isn't working properly. UGH. and this stupid keyboard tray shakes and rattles as i type. i'm creating lots of noise here, and people are starting to turn their heads now as i type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now craving THAI food!!! ahh. this is so sad. TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'll be graduating in 3 weeks!! and don't forget my graduation present okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ate lerie, ate haze, auntie vangie, and uncle mel, my condolences to the passing of a family member. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's another NORMAL day of school tomorrow, at least something different from the usual standing up under the sun all day and hurting at your feet at the end of the day from standing up and marching too long. we have to be on our best behavior tomorrow, as the accreditors will inspect us. it's all a lie, as i said. posing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that's enough rambling and babbling for tonight. i'm just making this post a bit long, to make up for the days that i missed blogging. all these thoughts just keep on rushing into my head and i can't stop typing!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, bye for now. will try to write the next blog post ASAP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go, here's a little link: http://www.oddee.com/item_96553.aspx&lt;br /&gt;the geekiest/supercute/hi-tetch t-shirts!! so nice t-shirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget, all of you girls out there, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;starts humming james blunt's you're beautiful. people start to turn their heads this way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*. another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-2425408022012662912?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2425408022012662912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=2425408022012662912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2425408022012662912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2425408022012662912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-weekend-hello-monday.html' title='My Weekend. Hello Monday!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-7472394474018413160</id><published>2009-01-29T04:26:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:51:46.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAUGH!</title><content type='html'>okay, it's not something from Snoopy, (if you realize, the AAUGH thing is a trademark snoopy expression. i really am feeling AAUGH now. that cry of anguish and fed-up ness. tomorrow we have pathfinders AGAIN, as usual. i felt even more tired than ever. and my group for the songs and yells have the most pressure. he puts lots of pressure on our group for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from getting a haircut, which explains why i have 1 hour of internett-ing left. i look now like an army guy. but oh well, it's the last haircut inspection of the YEAR!! YEAH BABY! college is coming up and then i won't have anyone nagging at me for me to cut my hair. "RJ, your hair is getting a little long." AAUGH. at least no one will say that until i get into health care (for nursing). THAT, they require you to cut your hair and SHAVE. ugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning, feeling tired, even though i skipped yesterday's afternoon session for a nap and went to bed early (around 9, an hour earlier than my usual sleeping time, which also means i didn't go for midweek). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest thing that happened today was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ, all dressed up, with socks and complete type C outfit, ready to tackle a long, HOT day. puts on his right shoe. puts on his left shoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;toink.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is something in my left shoe?" he thinks to himself. &lt;br /&gt;he peers into his shoe. &lt;br /&gt;there, he sees..&lt;br /&gt;A TOAD. &lt;br /&gt;STARING GLUMLY BACK AT HIM.&lt;br /&gt;he quickly shakes it out of his shoe. (that toad was fat, so it took some time to shake it out; i wonder how it even got in in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;the toad hops away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hop hop hop. hop hop hippety hop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ puts on his left shoe, then walks away with a straight face, as if nothing ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i know right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we need to wear our complete type A uniforms. heaven only knows what selidio will do if someone comes with an incomplete uniform. those uniforms. ugh. don't even get me started on the pathfinder uniforms here. they're long sleeve, uncomfortable, icky, and just plain AAUGh. and we all have like 4 sheets of SHIT to memorize. mostly people's names, like who is the president, vice president, president of the union, all these people's names. selidio says that the inspectors will ask those sorts of questions. and not to mention, the meaning of the pledge and law, and the meaning of the pathfinder emblem. what color stands for what, what symbol stands for what, and all that crap. UGH. AAUGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i don't have sunburn. but &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; does!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, our senior's graduation is coming up! i can't believe i will be graduating high school! haha in a few days only, our graduation is scheduled for feb.27, and i can't wait! dad is coming over to see me graduate (i want mom and little brother to come too, but they cant). so y'all back home better send me some graduation present through my dad okay? haha&lt;br /&gt;i know, how selfish of me! haha&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i graduate high school ONCE in my life. &lt;br /&gt;go out an buy me a present already!! &lt;br /&gt;mwahahahaha *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;(this includes both of you, nick and nicole.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night peoples!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-7472394474018413160?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7472394474018413160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=7472394474018413160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7472394474018413160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7472394474018413160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaugh.html' title='AAUGH!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-4100981783483734541</id><published>2009-01-27T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T04:45:44.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER HUGE UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>hey people, i am so sorry for not writing in an eternity. i have spent a few minutes ago checking people's blog and updating myself. ate lerie is back in BKK!! yehey!!&lt;br /&gt;haha i can still imagine that feeling when i went back home just recently for christmas break, it was so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had pathfinders practice for tactical inspection. good thing i'm part of the cheerleading squad, so i stayed under the shade for the whole time to practice for the songs and yells. but seriously, i'm really really tired. try standing for the whole time, responding to yelled at orders and marching like little toy soldiers. under the hot, glaring sun. i don't see the whole point of this tactical inspection. i don't even see the whole point of pathfinders in the Philippines here. it's way way too militarized. isn't pathfinders supposed to bring the youth together for a CHRIST CENTERED cause? maybe some community service or fund raising? my friend laura told me how she and her pathfinder youth group helped re-build a house that was destroyed by a hurricane. now that's what i call christ centered. helping other people, and showing that you actually care. showing that pathfinders, christians, actually care about the community.  how can we learn or share about the love of Jesus and God when we're walking around like lifeless idiots and squatting and doing push ups and having to salute and execute military discipline and responding to yelled at orders??&lt;br /&gt;very christ centered indeed. i'm learning more and more about God every single day. but anyway, that's the way it is. only here in the Philippines. oh well. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the senior's trip can be summarized in a few sentences: it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;we headed out thursday (which means we don't have pathfinders in the afternoon, yes!) on a little mini coaster green bus (with AIR CON! haha) and then arrived at SPUC. there was somewhat a dash for rooms, there were supposed to be 6 to a room. i roomed with nick, arn, eimarlouyd, ted, and ralph. it was so fun being crazy. the guest rooms were actually decent, with nice beds, toilet for each room, and AIR CON!! back home, you have aircon everywhere you go. but here, it's considered a luxury. so then when we went there, we did lots and lots of malling, we then had worship. sir canarecio especially elaborated that this trip would not be a retreat or excursion, but rather a spiritual enlightening retreat.  and he said that we should NOT forget our bibles; which was exactly what i did. but good thing he wasn't really that strict with the bibles, i got to share with some of my classmates. we did lots of malling at SM and then did whatever. the next morning, we rode the bus over to MMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMA is Mindanao Mission Academy in Manticaw (did i spell that right?) it's where roy roy halasan studies. anyway, before going there, on the bus, my friends were describing to me how shabby the place was, and how the cafeteria looked like and WAS a barn, and how strict they were when it came to boy-girl relationships, and the conservativeness. but then when i got the place there it wasn't really that bad. the only that that REALLY annoyed me was the heat. it was unbearable. it was even hotter than bangkok. there was not a single hint of breeze. compared to MVC, the heat there was like HELL. made me appreciate MVC a lot more. whew. but good thing that the guest rooms there had AC. if not i would probably have burned to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed in MMA for two nights, went to church there, i was part of some sort of interview thing, i was kinda shy and stuff but then it went smoothly, thank goodness. i went for a stroll, and when i walked past the girl's dorm on the first day, there were these two girls giggling, and they pointed the camera at me and i saw it flash. wow. then they giggled some more as i walked away. the next morning, i walked from the cafeteria to the guest house, and walked past the girl's dorm again. this time, i heard this girl from the second floor screamed as me and my buds walked past and then i heard some "shh-ing". wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met some really cool people in MMA, and made some instant new friends. on saturday night, us batch mates and 4 other MMA-ians boarded the bus to this really nice swimming pool. we swam ourselves away on the slides and laughing and taking lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning, i cleaned the room i shared with my roomies and then prepared for another day of malling in LimKetKai. i know that's a weird name for a mall right? i was kinda giggling and saying that name out loud over and over again because it sounded so funny. the mall name is derived from the chinese people who operate it. so malling went by, and then we boarded the bus around 6 for MVC. we arrived at MVC around 9:45, and i felt dead tired. i mean dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for a little laugh, some of them girls found these really cool shocker pens in KetKai. they went around asking for our classmate's numbers just to find this funny expression on their face. they were shocked!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, while waiting outside our little tiny bus, ralph, one of my classmates, borrowed the shocker pen from on of the girls. he walked over to marielle and was like, "hey marielle, can i ask for your number?" marielle then reluctantly held the pen, and then... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bzzt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got so mad!! she looked possessed. hahaha!! it was so funny, i was laughing with my classmates so hard, but she was fuming. her eyes suddenly turned white as her pupils went to the back of her head, she tilted her head a bit downwards, and reached  out with her hand for ralph's shirt, got a grip on his shirt, and then squeezed it. you can just imagine!! :D&lt;br /&gt;so after that thing, she went back up on the bus. me and my classmates then started to talk animatedly on what just happened. out of the blue, she stormed down the bus again and did exactly the same thing!! it even funnier this time. she walked down all the way to do it again!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's really mean, but it's hella funny. it really is!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm chatting with mom and nicole, and nicole is telling me some very disturbing chikka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys back home so so much!!! i'll try to post up pictures from our trip ASAP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ate &lt;s&gt;shimona&lt;/s&gt; banana, i am checking the list for the mail everyday outside the post office! still waiting for your little surprise you sent. this is so exciting! X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-4100981783483734541?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4100981783483734541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=4100981783483734541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4100981783483734541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4100981783483734541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-huge-update.html' title='SUPER HUGE UPDATE!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-5303243166883190703</id><published>2009-01-21T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:32:42.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>i'm leaving for our trip tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;won't be blogging in a while. &lt;br /&gt;miss all of you back home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-5303243166883190703?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5303243166883190703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=5303243166883190703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5303243166883190703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5303243166883190703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3549639748603307795</id><published>2009-01-20T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:52:14.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream.</title><content type='html'>Last night i had this really nice dream. i dreamt that i was dating Hayden Panettiere! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;that's when the phrase in your dreams come in! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;it was so nice dating her, she was so nice and pretty too! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally stepped out of it when i woke up. i kinda woke up late because i was going to be late for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3549639748603307795?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3549639748603307795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3549639748603307795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3549639748603307795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3549639748603307795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dream.html' title='My Dream.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-4362282186837207232</id><published>2009-01-20T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T04:15:15.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES!</title><content type='html'>today was a really pretty pretty day, the sun was shining really bright, and the sky was a perfect blue, the clouds forming little wisps in the air, like soft and velvety cotton. i felt really good today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went by really quickly, with all the classes and stuff. i went to school around 8.20, and i was still on time. sir biclar today in economics babbled away about taxation and stuff like that. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came filipino. as usual, me, nicole, and dominic walk out to do other stuff while thet teacher teaches them students. after class, our filipino teacher, sir elona, gave us this thing to memorize. our classmates were also given this huge speech thingie to memorize, and it wasn't that short. it was long. and by long, i mean really long. it was like a whole page filled with tongue twisting tagalog words. and you know what he gave us foreigners to memorize as a requirement? the patriotic pledge and the national anthem. and that is not such an easy task. not so much for the national anthem, cuz i kinda know it already, but then the pledge is a toughie!! the thingie just too much of a tongue twister for me! take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Filipino of Panatang Makabayan&lt;br /&gt;iniibig ko ang pilipinas&lt;br /&gt;ito ang aking lupang sinilangan&lt;br /&gt;ito ang tahanan ng aking lahi&lt;br /&gt;ako'y kanyang kinukupkop at tinutulungan upang maging malakas, maligaya at kapakinabang&lt;br /&gt;bilang ganti ay diringgin ko ang payo ng aking mga magulang&lt;br /&gt;susundin ko ang mga tuntunin ng aking paaralan&lt;br /&gt;tutuparin ko ang mga tungkulin ng isang mamayang makabayan at masunurin sa batas&lt;br /&gt;paglilingkuran ko ang aking bayan nang walang pag-iimbot at nang buong katapatan&lt;br /&gt;sisikapin kong maging isang tunay na Pilipino sa isip, sa salita at sa gawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. utterly tongue twisting. i especially the one that goes "ako'y kanyang kinukupkop at tinutulungan upang malakas" part. after reading it through once, my tongue felt so tired from all the twisting and effort.  i was kinda complaining, how can i recite something by heart when i don't even understand what anything means? at all? but then i scanned the paper and there was an official english version. the english version says something like i love the philippines, it is the land of my birth (NOT!) blah blah. all that stuff, i'm lazy to type na. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nothing much else happened today. aside from that chika session with ma'am ramos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, another thing, the other day marielle smelled &lt;s&gt;absolutely wonderful&lt;/s&gt; bad! so what i did was i had a handy little bottle of my cologne that i carried around and sprayed it at her just like that. she didn't react in any way. it was really funny, trying hard not to laugh. i know it was really mean, but i had to do something right? we were like dying. nicole then asked me for my cologne and then handed it over to honey ray, who sprayed it again. he handed it over to me, and i sprayed it at her again. just like that. so imagine me, sitting down, acting like i'm listening. suddenly, i pull out this little bottle, point it at marielle, press the nozzle, and then SSSHT. a sweet short sound. fragrance fills the air. she looks at me with her &lt;s&gt;scary&lt;/s&gt; funny eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, marielle was then armed with her own spray bottle. she had this really wierdass smelly perfume/cologne that smelled absolutely repulsive. during economics all of a sudden, she sprayed me. and what she sprayed me was not cologne, but real perfume perfume. the fragrance lasted really long on my shirt, even though she sprayed only once. i ended up smelling like a dead rotting old lady for the rest of the day. the stuff smelled really bad!! ugh. nicole and dominic confirms it. right? hmm? *raises eyebrows accusingly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/53319382"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt; is here friendster profile. it's weird right? but trust me, she's way weirder in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's just another day. talking to mom again over on facebook. and it's raining outside. thank goodness it didn't rain today. it drizzled a bit in the afternoon, but it is only starting to pour now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i got taken in, &lt;br /&gt;we feasted on olives from the fridge&lt;br /&gt;We stood the whole lonely day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae's Another Rainy Day. *sigh* i can't listen to it, and i want to listen to it now!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, good night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.ate &lt;s&gt;shimona&lt;/s&gt; banana asked me for my snail mail address!! she says she has something special to send to me? i wonder what it is!! at least she's giving me something to look forward too. whatever you're sending, thank you!! (: haha&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what it is and i'm excited already. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night peoples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-4362282186837207232?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4362282186837207232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=4362282186837207232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4362282186837207232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4362282186837207232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-philippines.html' title='I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-6733611638261601570</id><published>2009-01-19T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T04:26:36.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE IT!!</title><content type='html'>i am feeling so good tonight, this whole surge of energy is flowing through me. i am here early, so i got one of the bestest computers and this computer has actually a decent connection! i tried watching a video on perez hilton just now just to test it, and then it can actually stream!! OMG! nothing makes me more happy than happy internet, especially here in MVC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my house mate, ate joy, left. it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is the teacher's week of prayer. i woke up around 6 this morning, normal time. usually on mondays and fridays, we don't have flag line up because we do it during our chapel periods. i planned to go to school "late" since the first period teachers usually show up late or don't show up at all. i was planning to go to school around 7.30, but then i took a late shower. i don't like to go out of the house with my hair wet. i'm just so used to it there in BKK it stuck here in MVC. i NEVER, EVER want to get out of the house with wet hair. i know it's so un-filipino to think this, seeing all the girls (usually the girls) walk out of their dorms and houses with dripping hair. and when i mean dripping, i mean dripping dripping, like they walked out of the shower 5 milli seconds ago. you can never see that in our school; in BKK, both girls and guys leave the house with DRY hair. it's so weird sometimes to see a girl here walk around and leave a water trail behind her. if you leave the house here with dry hair, some people will accuse you of not taking a morning bath. ate hazel told me before when she was in AUP, she usually wet her hair before going to school to shut up them people's mouths. haha&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i dried my hair. yes i did, with the ONLY fan in the house. after i did that and styled my hair, and before i knew it, it was 8 o'clock. i never thought that i would be this late. but i was kind of relieved when i got to school. no teachers. i figured later that the teachers were having their teacher's week of prayer, so they would end around 8.30 or 9. so this will continue for the whole week. but i still have to wake up at 6 all the same, because we have worship. and it's ALWAYS me that plays the piano. bleh. (i can hear mom now in the background saying, you should use your talents for JESUS!!! hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, as i'm typing this, i am feeling even more happy about me coming early here. the com lab is now filled with a sea of computer-hungry people, ready to devour any computer that is vacant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and today was funny during menopause. well &lt;s&gt;nicole&lt;/s&gt; someone didn't show up, so it was just me and dominic during menopause. she told me that she wasn't planning to attend anyway, so oh well. (:&lt;br /&gt;menopause was actually kind today. she was fun and her usual nice self, thank God. she was in a good mood, but like 15 minutes before the class was about to end, menopause had this little silvery thing slowly slithering out of her nose. it just stayed there, and she kept on talking and talking, and the thing shimmered in the semi-bright afternoon light as she opened and closed her mouth. oh well, i know it's stupid but at least it gave us something to laugh about for the whole period.  it was funny!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming thursday is our senior's excursion!! yehey!! mom sent money and i payed my fees, i was the first one to pay! hahahaha i'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just to think that our graduation is just weeks away? gives me the chills!! i can't wait to experience the feeling of being in college. what will it be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still hyper now. talking to mama. mama was like, "why are you hyper?" i was like, "uhh. i dunno." tsk haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's now 8.19. it's really getting cold in here. &lt;s&gt;shimona &lt;/s&gt; says that it is getting warmer with every single day in bkk. but there are people wearing jackets, jumpers and scarves there. still. hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just blog hopping. i'm now reading shimona's blog, and her post today reads "who's gonna love me?". wow. at least she empathizes with me, living without sushi here. now that she mentioned about sushi i want some so bad. it's a shame that i didn't have some when i went home, and they don't have it here (at least where i live). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming week is going to be a good week, i can feel it. at least i have something to look forward to! good night peoples!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. and again, i'm giving out free hugs! this goes to you if you feel you need one. HUG! &lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. I NEED SUSHI!! bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-6733611638261601570?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6733611638261601570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=6733611638261601570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6733611638261601570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6733611638261601570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-it.html' title='I LOVE IT!!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3781895511631557358</id><published>2009-01-18T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:26:24.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>i haven't been in the writing mood lately, but i will share you this cute article i saw. these are famous pictures made into lego!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;click on the pictures to make it larger. (haha so filipino) okay? it's really cute. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SXQqrZpAu2I/AAAAAAAAApo/TFkJP54_AUg/s1600-h/a313_p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SXQqrZpAu2I/AAAAAAAAApo/TFkJP54_AUg/s400/a313_p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292902387172817762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SXQqre6T4UI/AAAAAAAAApg/zjPQbTyKYBk/s1600-h/a313_p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SXQqre6T4UI/AAAAAAAAApg/zjPQbTyKYBk/s400/a313_p2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292902388587553090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SXQqrG7C45I/AAAAAAAAApY/ycWyQ98jqQI/s1600-h/a313_p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-589251779935953386?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/589251779935953386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=589251779935953386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/589251779935953386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/589251779935953386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/major-mass-cleaning.html' title='Major Mass Cleaning.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-884172061007178726</id><published>2009-01-15T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:45:50.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Feeling Well.</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning feeling kinda tired and feverish. it was so dark and cold outside. and it was like that for the whole day. i wasn't feeling that well, but i walked to class anyway. as class went by, i started feeling worse. i went to lie down in Ma'am Lucagbo's office. she gave me some paracetamol. few minutes later, nick and nicole came for me, and i walked home with nicole. i didn't attend school in the afternoon, because i was feeling really bad. after lunch, i drank lots and lots of water, and went to sleep, going to the toilet, and drinking more water, and going back to sleep. i was totally knocked out, and by the time i woke up, i felt so much better already. it was still raining. it was raining all day to be exact. so gloomy. as i was lying in my bed, i was reading this book on mark twain. and i really liked what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain, whose literature has been enjoyed by many, became morose and weary of life. (tell me about it, lol) Shortly before his death, he wrote: "A myriad of men are born; they labor and sweat and struggle . . . they squabble and scold and fight; they scramble for little mean advantages over each other; age creeps upon them, and the joy of life is turned to aching grief. It [release] comes at last -- the only unpoisioned gift earh had ever had for them -- and they vanish from a world where they were of no consequence . . . a world which will lament them a day and forget them forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. it was totally what i was thinking. btw, for some reason, my attitude and emotions are greatly affected by the weather. if it's sunny, i'm filled with some sort of energy that makes me my hyper self. well today was one of them gloomy days, and i felt so emo. i was thinking after reading this quote by mark twain. the meaning of life. what is life? i keep on asking myself this question, but then i don't get any answers, (which is kind of frustrating.) after lying down and taking a rest, i then feel much better. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, today marielle was crying really hard. she was crying all morning, for some reasons i am lazy to blog about at the moment. but i will blog about them soon alright. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and again, i am waiting for people to be online. i feel so lonely. and tired.*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-884172061007178726?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/884172061007178726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=884172061007178726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/884172061007178726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/884172061007178726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-feeling-well.html' title='Not Feeling Well.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-6659336286928257115</id><published>2009-01-14T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:06:29.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stupid Book.</title><content type='html'>there is this book in our library, published 1943 by d. appleton-century company. it's called "learning to care for children." it's hilarious! here are some of the book exerpts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be merry. Friends can be gay. (the caption on a picture of a small boy walking holding hands with a girl. LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering Children's Questions.&lt;br /&gt;the following questions were asked by youngsters between three and seven years of age:&lt;br /&gt;"Where was I when daddy got married?"&lt;br /&gt;"Where does our cat get her kittens?"&lt;br /&gt;(btw, this next one really got me laughing.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;"Are all Germans bad?"&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting a Child&lt;br /&gt;in meeting a child, do not make such useless and meaningless remarks as "how do you do." What a nice little boy." "how big you are!" "what pretty curls you have." children resent such comments and they should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making up Stories and Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Often children enjoy producing their own stories. at the younger ages (two to five) simple stories and poetry are persent, only needing to be written down by an older brother or sister. young children enjoy talking, they make up stories and they sing spontaneously. their language has a natural cadence, warmth, and color that is very attractive. for example, Beulah pedaled up down the sidewalk in fron of her home on her tricycle singing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have a pretty leaf,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have a pretty leaf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which i made myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have a pretty leaf,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have a pretty, pretty leaf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which i made myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is real poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahahahahahaa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's time for class now, i can't write more, just this lae. hope it gave you a laugh! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-6659336286928257115?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6659336286928257115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=6659336286928257115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6659336286928257115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6659336286928257115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-book.html' title='The Stupid Book.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-1365796113811691027</id><published>2009-01-14T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:17:22.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeding the Field.</title><content type='html'>okay, for you guys who don't know steffi has a blog, here it is: &lt;a href="http://disastersmurf.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://disastersmurf.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blog title suits very well, because i think steffi's blog is a disaster. (no offense! haha) and she didn't write a single thing yet, so i would like you to go check it out, the beautiful black blank background of her page, the title heading, the sidebar with a shoutbox (which i absolutely de-virginized with that post of mine, *evil grin), list of followers, and an about me section. absolutely &lt;s&gt;ugly and blank. &lt;/s&gt;beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;seriously steff. write something already!!! happy blogging. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today during our TLE, ma'am lucagbo told us to weed our rows, as they were growing soo many weeds. i had to weed my row. and i hate doing that. grr. it's so tiring. and hot. and boring. we have no choice, because we have to do it for our grade. no corn=no grade. no grade= DISASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished that book on the abu sayyaf, it's so sad. it's just said. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't make this post long, good thing that school ended early today so i can blog a bit. tonight is midweek. but i don't plan to go, i will just stay home and do my laundry. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-1365796113811691027?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1365796113811691027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=1365796113811691027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1365796113811691027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1365796113811691027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/weeding-field.html' title='Weeding the Field.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-1599452831315722270</id><published>2009-01-13T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:28:34.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation of Today.</title><content type='html'>After that little post there just now in the afternoon, i walked home. it was semi-drizzling. had worship, wolfed down dinner, and walked backed here. at home, while waiting for worship, i read the "fast trains . . . busy trains" book. here's a bit how the book goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST TRAINS! BUSY TRAINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast trains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy Trains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes a long train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail cars and baggage cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dome cars and sleeping cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Diesel engines pull this train along the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This train is gonig far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.. and the book goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was reading, couldn't help but smile. as a kid, i always found the time to read. you would always see me in our library reading, and the librarians knew me, as i was spending most every nick of my free time reading, and i was always checking out books. (hence, the glasses, enough said.) even though i'm "big" now, i still love to read picture books. i'm somwhat drawn to them for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for people to be online. seems like no one is. not mom, megan, vim, or anyone else. *sigh*. oh well. i might as well wait. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-1599452831315722270?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1599452831315722270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=1599452831315722270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1599452831315722270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1599452831315722270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/continuation-of-today.html' title='Continuation of Today.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-5936450236398051571</id><published>2009-01-13T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:46:41.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today. It's Megan's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>dominic's sister, alecca has a blog!! yay!! visit it here: http://aleccalazaga.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and elle has a blog too. just found out about it just now. hahaha. it's at http://greenelle.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school today was the same. i managed to wake up on time (yay!) after a few days of being late and not able to go to flag on time. crap, there goes my 10 pesos. school today was the same, a total drag. during filipino, me, nicole, and dominic went to the library to check out some books. and again, for clarification, we don't want to borrow old, outdated, and boring books. we just borrow them for the sake of borrowing, so the librarian doesn't give us gay requirements to do. anyway, i picked three books for borrowing. i just surfed through the bookshelf and grabbed the 3 thinnest books. they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fast trains . . . busy trains (a picture book, stupid and funny.)&lt;br /&gt;2.Into the Mountain, hostaged by the Abu Sayyaf (this sounds decent, and i think i will actually read it, lol)&lt;br /&gt;3. Bully the Buck and other wildlife picture stories (another nice picture book, suitable for preschool or pre-preschool.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dominic found this seriously funny book, i will post something about it later. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i even laugh about it just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked ate lerie's blog just now, and there are pictures and updates!! wow. after sometime of being off the blog radar. lol. i just am totally amazed how clean singapore is! i want to visit sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? another thing! megan turned 16 today!! w00t!!! congratulations megan!! i'm so happy for megan. hahahaha we always have this thing with both of us, she is a few months ahead and she always teases me that she's older than me. when may comes by, i catch up with her, so i go like "see!! i told you we're the same age!!" lol i know, totally pointless and bulehleh. i miss her. a lot. i mean hella a lot. i don't have anyone to laugh that much with me, but we had some virtual laughs over YM last night, right megan? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to megan:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything! and have lots of birthdays more to come, i will be catching up with you in a few months. stay pretty and smart, and pray everyday! don't forget 2012 na? hugg :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*. another day is through. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm giving out free hugs to anyone who needs it! so here's to you! HUGGGGG!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. that picture of the new haircut has to wait. hahahaha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-5936450236398051571?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5936450236398051571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=5936450236398051571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5936450236398051571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5936450236398051571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-its-megans-birthday.html' title='Today. It&apos;s Megan&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-4575265824991305568</id><published>2009-01-12T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:22:05.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My (al)Most Embarassing Moment.</title><content type='html'>so today, summed up, i was a lazy bum. i bought a some snacks (sorry mom! haha, don't worry i bought only once since i left BKK, this will be the first and last.) and just lied down in my bed, listening to the fitter fatter fit of the drizzling rain while i engulfed myself in a book. i played joob the rain again, it was so in mood with the whole ambiance surrounding thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like that poem has to wait, i haven't been in the writing mood that much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is totally random, but i forgot to mention it. it's (my semi + al)most embarassing moment. and it happened on the plane, on the way from manila to cagayan, just recently. btw, i can't believe it's been a week since i left BKK, boohoo..moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, imagine a very peaceful plane ride. everything is normal. i am feeling an urge to release my bladder and its contents. i checked the lavatory sign, and it was green, which meant it was vacant. so i walked over to the toilet, pushed the door, and guessed what i saw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old lady doing her business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay soreh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she shooed me off with a huge commotion and locked the door as i ran towards my seat. everyone was looking. i covered my face with the hood of my jacket. it was so embarassing. but i am naturally thick faced, so it wasn't that bad. the rest of the flight, i covered my face. when we landed in cagayan, i waited till the plane was empty and was the last person to walk out. i didn't want to bump into that woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, back to the present. i saw that nazarite girl again, when i went into the comlab. thank GOD we didn't engage into any kind of conversation. it went something a bit like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;RJ walks into the room, sees the girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RJ&lt;/span&gt;: hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wierd girl&lt;/span&gt;: oh! heaii! (it sounded like cows mating or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wierd girl fakes a smile; RJ fakes one too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was the end of the encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's school again tomorrow, i'm kind of ready for it. i'm feeling all good and energetic because i had a really nice nap. byebye people for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm posting up that pic real soon. just wait!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-4575265824991305568?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4575265824991305568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=4575265824991305568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4575265824991305568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4575265824991305568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-almost-embarassing-moment.html' title='My (al)Most Embarassing Moment.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-1308600027622891528</id><published>2009-01-11T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:17:38.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>i think i am catching up with megan's randomness state now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm surfing the net, chatting with marilyn, mom and elle. marilyn suddenly mentions about the full moon, the biggest this year. i caught myself gazing at it on the way here. i think i might turn into a werewolf. soon. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*it's so freezing cold here, been raining all morning. the rain stopped in the afternoon to a soft pitter patter drizzle. i played Yiruma's "kiss the rain" and felt that i had a baby white grand piano out in the open dramatically playing the piano, the classic music video theme thingie. but then i snapped out of it as my cellphone dropped from me swaying too much and being too expressive. it's evening, and the weather is cold. icy to be exact. mom says that it's cold in BKK too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so i just finished reading the last secret of the temple. it was really nice, i especially loved the twist at the near end. XD if you want to spoil yourselves a good read, you can read the synopsis &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Last-Secret-of-the-Temple/Paul-Sussman/e/9780802143938/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my hands are starting to ache a bit, esp my fingers from texting too much. this is what you get from unli text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some girls beside me now are talking about twilight. has been lately the craze with the girls around here in MVC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tomorrow we have no school. some sorta holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i am now reading my shoutbox, now realizing how many comments have piled up. so i will copy down what you guys wrote and post the the replies right here okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel: post up pics of your haircut. wanna see! happy sabbath!&lt;br /&gt;RJ: yep, i'll tell nick to take a picture of it, and i'll post it up here soon. happy sabbath too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel: oh yeah, did you notice that monthong got a haircut? She looks skinnier now.&lt;br /&gt;RJ: i didn't notice, but i think she grows cuter everyday. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onya: Happy Sabbath!! So how's that weird girl?? Any other weird encounter?&lt;br /&gt;RJ: which wierd girl? the nazarite or the classmate?? hahahaha.everything has been pretty wierd lately, i dunno some sorta deja vu i guess. i know something wierd is going to happen soon sometime, will blog on it soon. take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: vashleh!! ur blog is friggin hiliarious!!&lt;br /&gt;RJ: hahahaha!! enough said. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lerie: Kid tueng nong chai.&lt;br /&gt;RJ: kid tueng duay na!!! miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: hey RJ, what YIRIMA songs can u play a? im trying to learn joob the rain,, but so darn hard a =="&lt;br /&gt;RJ: i can play many of them now, have been downloading some and playing in the house, joob the rain is not that hard, try listening to it first and then try practicing slowly. happy piano-ing! miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimona: eek! can u email me any yiruma scores u have? :p&lt;br /&gt;RJ: scores? basketball scores? i didn't get. (: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimona: btw, i think ur marielle encounters are so funny. but please be nice to the poor girl okie? :p&lt;br /&gt;RJ: yep, i'm always nice to her, i'm just playing along. i think she thinks i like her. but don't get any ideas, that's just what she thinks. (: take care ate banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: RJ write some more diii&lt;br /&gt;RJ: woman i just wrote several posts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Whatever happened to Marielle? Did you decide you were unconditionally irrevocably in love with her?? =P&lt;br /&gt;RJ: hahahahahaha!! i am not. marielle is still her in MVC. alive. and i will see her this coming tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;megan: i set it back leaw..now u can read..haha..i think sumtin just got messed up..nyways..aww..y d u sound so sad?..haha.homesick lor?..nyways..have a nice day....yeah put up pix of ur new haircut...hhe&lt;br /&gt;RJ: yepp.. you probably set your blog to private.. yehp i am a bit sad and lonely, can't believe it's been a week since i last set foot on BKK. have a nice day too!! i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i will put up pics soon. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Nong VASHLEH!! tum rai yuu?? kid teung a &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;RJ: i'm blogging, and freezing in this weather. lol kid tueng too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;megan: yeah..so random..haha..&lt;br /&gt;RJ: uhh yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;megan: yes im gonna put up a pic of my hair once i get a nice pic of it..so u will b able to see the curls and not just random puffy-ness..haha&lt;br /&gt;RJ: you post up one pic of your hairdo and then i post up my pic of my hair! deal or no deal? open the briefcase? hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i will find some time tomorrow to write a poem. good night everyone... i'm feeling a bit sleepy...and cold. good night everyone. i feel sleepy now. i love and miss all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-1308600027622891528?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1308600027622891528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=1308600027622891528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1308600027622891528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1308600027622891528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-4750095799906540634</id><published>2009-01-10T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:13:31.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>everything was a drag. it really was. everything just feels like a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i haven't be writing poems recently, for some reason. megan just reminded me and i think i should be writing one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-4750095799906540634?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4750095799906540634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=4750095799906540634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4750095799906540634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4750095799906540634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-8062475187698510383</id><published>2009-01-08T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:44:47.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>it's friday again. nothing special happened, this morning we had tennis for PE, i almost got hit by a ball. school was boring. i love my new haircut. (: more posers. another hi contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't make this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next post will be this coming sunday! happy sabbath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs to all. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-8062475187698510383?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8062475187698510383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=8062475187698510383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8062475187698510383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8062475187698510383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday.html' title='FRIDAY!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3193279242789004201</id><published>2009-01-08T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:31:48.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day. A Wierd Dream.</title><content type='html'>i downloaded yiruma's piece "when the love falls", a very nice, lonely piece in a minor key. i want to download "kiss the rain" too but then the adobe reader here is bulala, and the notes don't come up because there is some sort of problem with the korean piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i got a haircut!! yay! i didn't the severe punishment of not cutting it. i went to the bamboo house to cut my hair, the lady at the salon didn't open her store. i was kind of scared, because i didn't want anything bad to happen to my hair. i brought dominic with me as a model for my haircut, then i told the guy i wanted a cut similar to dominic's. after a few (okay a lot) of minutes waiting for the other guys to finish (there were many of the boys from the academy that went to have their hair cut too) their haircut, i had mine. after another few minutes of snipping and shaving, i finally got my haircut. it's kind of short, with a little mohawk hint kinda thing, very different from my old grow out look. i am actually quite please with my haircut, some say it suits me. i hope i cant get a before and after picture of my hair thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathfinders today was absolutely horrible. we had to prepare for some sort of tactical inspection, and we all were wearing our type A uniform. it was sooo friggin hot, i was about to burn in the outfit. the practice dragged on, and everyone was getting more restless and restless. my feet ached from standing still too long, and the lower part of my butt and legs were getting somewhat numb. i could tell too that sir selidio was not in a very good mood. he then called the officers, and let them squat. at the same time he was kicking at their heels (while them kids were squatting) and screaming "higher! higher!" it was scary. we then had to start from the very beginning. he got even more frustrated as the time dragged on; he pulled out his belt and strapped it around his hand and walked around. it was even scarier. *shudders* everyone behaved a bit better after that. i didn't want to get hit with that belt! but if he really did hit me, i would like so slap him back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night, i slept like i was dead. i felt really tired, and i had this strange dream. a dream about ate lerie and kuya bayu, living on a planet very similiar to earth. the name of the planet was "titan". i saw the whole starlit sky up close, and there was a spaceship too. titan was 9 light minutes away; the spaceship traveled so quickly like the speed of light. the whole dream was a blur, i can't remember every single details, but the dream was plain wierd. another wierd encounter. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3193279242789004201?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3193279242789004201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3193279242789004201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3193279242789004201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3193279242789004201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-day-wierd-dream.html' title='My Day. A Wierd Dream.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3578711996329443575</id><published>2009-01-06T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:24:40.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wierd Notes from the Wierd Marielle.</title><content type='html'>more wierd encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the following were the notes marielle and me passed out during classtime. it was in the morning, i just walked into the room, i sat down, then she passed me this note. heres how it goes. the ones in parentheses are my reactions. as you are reading this thing, imagine me, nicole, and dominic laughing like hell occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. take consideration in reading, it's word for word, the exact same way she wrote it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:Hey RJ!! don't you have crush on me??!! plz. tell me honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: why are you asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: i just want to know..the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Why do you want to know the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: So that i will be ready if what is the truth. (dahek?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: ready for what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: if you like me. because i dont want that i will feel nothing without letting know if a guy likes me too. (wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: do you want me to like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I cant force you. if you can not love me. because i am just a girl. (LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: what would you do if i liked you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: then my heart is not empty anymore. but if you just make be believe that you like. so you'd, just show off only. because i don't want guys will make lie to me. (HAHAAHAHAHA!! WTH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: do you really like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: yap. but it is okay. if you don't have feelings about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: well i'll just save it for later.. why do you like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: because you are different from other my crushies. 'cause they just ignore me and all my letters put in the bullitin board and gossip about me also back bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: really? okay.. do you want to know my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: yes i want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: i won't tell you yet.. just wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: okay i will wait. but how many long i'll wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(control your laughing, i don't want you to have a heart attack)&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________underscore blankness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a few minutes later, she passed this note to nicole saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marielle: hey, nick!! how could RJ like's me. because i am not good in speaking english and im sometimes &lt;s&gt;bad to do &lt;/s&gt;difficult to deal. and not intelligence, patience, most especially talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: i think he likes who you are. (she's crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marielle: because guys trying me to make me believe that they lie. but they just take advantage.&lt;br /&gt;___________blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's the marielle encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now during class, selidio said that tomorrow he would have a haircut inspection during pathfinders. as you know, i haven't cut my hair since i left BKK and it's quite long. i went to the parlor this morning, and it's closed, the lady wasn't there. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda paranoid of the whole haircut thingie, is because once in 7th grade i had a haircut and it looked so bad, i even cried, it was horrible. but then i NEED to get a haircut. you know what happened last time? my classmate had "long" hair, you know what he did? he had a pair of scissors, and snipped the hair in any motion possible. kriss kross, snip snip, and voila! my friends head looked like a severed coconute head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll try to get a haircut ASAP, i don't want the same thing to happen to me... i hope i can find a haircut by tonight or tomorrow morning.. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't be online tonight, we're having midweek. (: take care everyone! miss all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3578711996329443575?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3578711996329443575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3578711996329443575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3578711996329443575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3578711996329443575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/wierd-notes-from-wierd-marielle.html' title='The Wierd Notes from the Wierd Marielle.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-5606141743125774819</id><published>2009-01-06T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:55:27.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Hi Contest.</title><content type='html'>Btw, this is my 100th post of  my "the voices told me to write this" blog!! weet!&lt;br /&gt;i thank ate lerie for bringing me into the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we didn't have last period. so me and dominic wanted to go to the com lab, so that's exactly what we did. on the way, dominic came up with a crazy game contest idea thingie. say hi to every single person that passes by, and if that person says hi back, then you win a point. he tried it first, and both of the girls said hi back. i was like, wow, this doesn't seem that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked up near the cafeteria, saw these 2 girls walking. one was fat, the other one looked normal, and i was like "hi!" i did it with a smile. they just looked at me like i was crazy, classic filipino reaction. dominic then said out loud in a deep evil kind of voice, "NEGLECTED." and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun just saying hi to random people, but it was kind of embarassing, but at the same time absolutely entertaining and hilarious. i think that people here in MVC should break down the shy barrier and start being more sociable people to be with. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir selidio (the T and F guy) will have a haircut inspection this coming thursday for the guys. i have to go cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am kind of a control freak. i write down all the stuff i have to do on a random small slip of paper, and then i end up losing it and going crazy looking for it. i feel more relaxed when i write a to-do list. i know, it's wierd, everything that has been happening recently. plain wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-5606141743125774819?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5606141743125774819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=5606141743125774819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5606141743125774819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5606141743125774819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-hi-contest.html' title='Stupid Hi Contest.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-1083653933833518522</id><published>2009-01-05T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:30:24.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd Encounter With a Wierd Girl.</title><content type='html'>Last night in the com lab, i was just sitting around, minding my own business when this girl just came down and sat beside me. 10 minutes went by, i noticed her gazing at my screen in the corner of my eye. she suddenly then asked me, "what's your name again?" i was like "uhh, it's RJ, RJ gentapanan." she was like "oh." we then talked and talked. we exchanged stuff about ourselves, i found out that she came from Africa, and that she was new here in MVC. then she also told me that she was a Nazarite. All of a sudden, she was like "do you love God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________underscore blankness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking in my mind, "what is this girl up to? why is she asking me this personal question?"&lt;br /&gt;i was like "uhh yeah."&lt;br /&gt;she was like "why did it take so long to answer?"&lt;br /&gt;i gave her one of those fake smiles.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know here, and she asked me a personal question out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;that was wierd, way wierd. i hope i don't bump into her again.&lt;br /&gt;i found out hat she stays in the caballeros, and they're behind our house, we're neighbors! great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today so far is a drag, nothing special, nothing new at all, the academy is the same since i left it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss BKK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-1083653933833518522?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1083653933833518522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=1083653933833518522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1083653933833518522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1083653933833518522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/wierd-encounter-with-wierd-girl.html' title='Wierd Encounter With a Wierd Girl.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-4728222926201832738</id><published>2009-01-04T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:20:08.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discussion During English Class.</title><content type='html'>oh yeah, i forgot to say something. this morning, i was not planning to go to school. seriously, i felt like soo dead tired. but while i was sleeping, nick and nic (lol, i know) came out of nowhere outside my window and hissed "rj, wake up!!!!". i was like greeat. they were like "ma'am aguillion is asking for the term papers NOW and if you don't show up she won't accept them!". so i quickly slapped on some clothes, had some bread, brushed my teeth, got my stuff, pulled on a sweater, and walked out half asleep. i'm glad that they did wake me up, but on the contrary i was feeling a bit shall we say a bit itchy and ngutngit (ask someone thai what it means). i kind of don't like to be waken up from my sleep unless it's really important. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;but for nick and nic who read this, don't worry, i'm not mad at you. good thing you woke me up. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;i walked to school half dead. everyone was like "RJ, did you just wake up?" i just stared back at them and was like "yeah.". i was thinking like "can't you see????".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today we had english the first period. ma'am aguillon, our english teacher, was discussing about the Aeneid. it's a roman epic by virgil. it's really nice, but we didn't go into detail. she just gave us 2 papers, one with the summary and one with the complete translation of chapter 4. it is a really nice story, classic epic style, about wars and beautiful maidens and casting curses and all that stuff. chapter 4 talks about how aeneas abandoned dido (pronounced daai-doe), his lover, to fulfill his destiny. i raised my hand and was like, "aren't you the person who makes your own destiny?" she was like, "yes, but they had a different worldview." i was like wow. right. well back to the story, dido kills herself with aeneas's sword and tinks of the accomplishments of her life, and how happy it would have been if the Trojans had never come. so her last prayer is that aeneas may face horrible warfare in italy and die before his time, and that her countrymen may do war against his descendants(this will result in the Punic Wars). i thought she loved the guy!!! goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she gave a question. we talked about destiny, and how some people feel that their life is "planned" and they were born to fulfill their destiny. so her quesiton was "what are you here for? what is your calling?" i feel that i have no calling. sometimes. it's like we were born to DIE. we were given life to enjoy it, yes, but after you die everything is useless. i know it sounds emo, but it's kind of true. but i think my calling in this life is to enjoy it, and to touch other people and help other people in any way possible. but i feel my calling is to go beyond the classical courses of nursing and being a doctor. i want to be something else, like an artist or a designer. but then sometimes opportunities and the Fates don't cooperate. but oh well. i need ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-4728222926201832738?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4728222926201832738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=4728222926201832738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4728222926201832738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4728222926201832738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/discussion-during-english-class.html' title='Discussion During English Class.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-7038111507353673565</id><published>2009-01-04T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:21:15.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Motherland. Back to ABnormal.</title><content type='html'>So, i'm back here in MVC. crap. i'm missing thailand already. from BKK to manila, we arrived there like early morning. we were delayed. at the airport in manila, i got my luggage. it was kind of surprising, because i thought that i was going to pick up my bags in Cagayan, but then i saw it there in the circling thingie. i grabbed my bag, and checked it in again for transfer, got my boarding pass, and walked over to ate jyn and joy. we then saw this cute coffee shop, and we just sat down and had some hot chocolate and coffee (for ate jyn, hehehehehee). the hot chocolate was piping hot, and i almost couldn't drink any, i had to wait for a while. we just sat down and talked, then came the time to part. we had a few quick hugs, then went to the boarding gate. waited for the plane, boarded the plane, waited and waited. i was wondering what was taking so long, since manila-cagayan by plane isn't supposed to take that long. it should take more or less 1 hour. then i found out that the weather in cagayan was really bad, and the pilot was forced to land in Cebu. so we landed in cebu, the plane got re-fueled, while the passengers just waited in the plane. good thing that i had a book to keep me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after what seemed like forever, we finally started out on the runway, and finally landed in cagayan. when i went out, the cement was still wet and there were puddles all over. i found my bags and walked over to manong. i found out that he was there in cagayan from early morning waiting for me, and my flightS were delayed, so he was forced to wait longer. (take note, there is a big S after the word flight, both flights from BKK-manila-cagayan were delayed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we settled in a nice air conditioned restaurant, mom packed food for us so we ate. we had chicken and stuff, and it tasted awesome. i was thinking to myself, this will be the last time you eat this kind of food. and i think it will be, since i am in MVC already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. back to normal. or should i say, ABnormal. but that's life. you can't always have it your way........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss all of you back home! take care everyone..and also the people there in singapore, do take care. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-7038111507353673565?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7038111507353673565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=7038111507353673565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7038111507353673565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7038111507353673565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-motherland-back-to-abnormal.html' title='Back in the Motherland. Back to ABnormal.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-7914692818235120303</id><published>2009-01-03T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T03:36:40.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Tonight. NOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>i'm leaving BKK tonight. i don't really want to. but i have to get back to school. my friend megan is calling me to eat pad thai now. i will take pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving for the mother land in a few hours. i'm sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-7914692818235120303?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7914692818235120303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=7914692818235120303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7914692818235120303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7914692818235120303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2009/01/leaving-tonight-noooo.html' title='Leaving Tonight. NOOOO!!!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-8863905049743870014</id><published>2008-12-31T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:07:18.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Year. What I Did for the Past Few Days.</title><content type='html'>okay guys, i haven't been blogging for the past few days because i didn't feel like it. i also don't hear the "heartstrings" in my heart that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you read on ate hazel's blog, we had ice cream at swensens. we just chilled there (literally, the place was biting icy cold, what were they trying to do, freeze their customers? God.) and talked about stuff. ate hazel then came up with a question. "when was the first time that you ate at swensens?" i don't remember. seriously. at all. so if you want to see the pictures (i'm lazy to upload them here, lol) you can go to ate hazel's blog post on swensens  &lt;a href="http://hazeysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/swensens-ice-cream.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and the facebook album is &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=57208&amp;amp;l=93a6f&amp;amp;id=563607378"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. swensens ice cream has a cute little catch phrase slogan thingie. it goes "happiness never melts." isn't that cute? hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went shopping in chinatown with onya, megan, and marilyn. the place was soo friggin crowded, goodness. there was even this one guy that shoved me and walked ahead, i was about to bitchslap him from the back. i know that sounds harsh, but that's what he deserved. hahaha!! so we walked and walked, i found a really nice thrift store with nice shirts, i bought one sweater and 2 tees. i really love them! i hope i can go back to sampeng again. after chinatown, we went to platinum. after platinum we came home. then we just say around doing nothing for a while. then we waited for the food. yum! it's the only special thing about new year (aside from me being here in BKK, hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was new years eve. it was nothing fancy, just a get together with some friends in our neighborhood. but it felt warm. there was this sort of feeling that i can't describe. it reminded me of the new year potlucks i used to have, with everyone coming over. i stayed up till 1 last night, eating ice cream, especially the mocha almond fudge. it's ate hazel's and ate lerie's favorite ice cream flavor. i love it too, but i love rum raisin more. hahahahaha. i remember the times when ate lerie would buy the tub ice cream from swensens, and we would eat it together. and the fudge was the most wanted in all of the ice cream, so we called the fudge mine a "gold mine".hehehehe it went by just hanging out with kuya richmond, ate hazel, onya, marilyn, and megan, looking for frigging funny videos to watch on youtube. around like 12, we had a little countdown all by ourselves, which was followed by pretty fireworks. it was fun, for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell the truth, i really have no new years resolutions. at all. i didn't promise myself to gain more weight, or to try harder in school like my other years. but oh well, it's another year. live life again, the same day to day routine. go to school, meet new people. it's just a huge cycle. this past year, i have tried adjusting to what you can say the biggest changes in my life. going to the philippines to study in MVC has been a bittersweet experiene for me. i have learned how to adjust and meet new great people from my "mother" tribe, but then i am torn from my family and friends in Bangkok. My big sister lerie also got married and left for singapore to live with her hubby. all these changes, i believe, make us stronger people. i know it sounds classic, but then that's the reality. without changes or obstacles, our life would be too much of a breeze. it just would seem to awkward, to have a life without problems or obstacles. that's the way life is. so i guess we just have to live life to the fullest this coming new year 2009. best wishes for everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-8863905049743870014?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8863905049743870014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=8863905049743870014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8863905049743870014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8863905049743870014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-new-year-what-i-did-for-past.html' title='Another New Year. 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Hangout at Starbucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeIr7FE7FI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NS2acJ41q2Y/s1600-h/DSC03349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeIr7FE7FI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NS2acJ41q2Y/s320/DSC03349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284842975917304914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeIr-bRXrI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Pq9uhH4wi9E/s1600-h/DSC03337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeIr-bRXrI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Pq9uhH4wi9E/s320/DSC03337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284842976815701682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeIrh4KDAI/AAAAAAAAAns/gyCyMRLsOfg/s1600-h/DSC03338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeIrh4KDAI/AAAAAAAAAns/gyCyMRLsOfg/s320/DSC03338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284842969152228354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeIrnJmuEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Ork8y4VO768/s1600-h/DSC03349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeIrnJmuEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Ork8y4VO768/s320/DSC03349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284842970567587906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeIrbl8viI/AAAAAAAAAnc/WLdfBLT8JfA/s1600-h/DSC03357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeIrbl8viI/AAAAAAAAAnc/WLdfBLT8JfA/s320/DSC03357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284842967465246242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeHRBREEWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/So1yCNAUOuU/s1600-h/DSC03319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeHRBREEWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/So1yCNAUOuU/s320/DSC03319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284841414210097506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeHQugURKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/rCGu23suN1Y/s1600-h/DSC03316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeHQugURKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/rCGu23suN1Y/s320/DSC03316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284841409173800098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeHQmjMElI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Ddy1sw2z-xA/s1600-h/DSC03314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeHQmjMElI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Ddy1sw2z-xA/s320/DSC03314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284841407038362194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeHQVsaTXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PL7IWHYR0lE/s1600-h/DSC03310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeHQVsaTXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PL7IWHYR0lE/s320/DSC03310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284841402513640818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeHQHf3LLI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Mqk7qyUZ8vA/s1600-h/DSC03308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeHQHf3LLI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Mqk7qyUZ8vA/s320/DSC03308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284841398702910642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the day. We all went to send ate lerie to the airport. We brought a box of tissues. On reserve. well many of us cried. it was soo sad. well i don't feel like blogging that much, bottom line, i feel sad. but happy too. the mixed feelings effect. but i hope she loves it there in S'pore! i will forever miss you always! and take good care of her too kuya bayu okay? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-5762183450672860237?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5762183450672860237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=5762183450672860237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5762183450672860237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5762183450672860237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/bye-ate-lerie-hangout-at-starbucks.html' title='Bye Ate Lerie! Hangout at Starbucks.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVeIr7FE7FI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NS2acJ41q2Y/s72-c/DSC03349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3554967405788727057</id><published>2008-12-27T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:51:22.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbath. SMiLe. Sugaroma!</title><content type='html'>The three S's. Sabbath. My sabbath yesterday was really nice. we Had SMiLe. It's this kind of youth group thing we have on sabbaths, and we sing praise and worship, and we have a nice talk. i went there early, because i was playing the organ. we usually have someone on the drums, and lots of people attend, but yesterday, almost no one came. So we had it in the little cozy room. i went there around 10, and then had some tea and buscuits. the program started at around 10:30. bayu did the talk, and it was really nice. something about the 3 kings. i never actually thought of it that way before. The bible doesn't mention how many of them were there. I listened on, and after the talk, we sang more songs, and then we ended the program. after that, we had a little potluck. ate lerie couldn't stay because she was invited somewhere else. the food was great though. compared to MVC food. hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbfXqXuJSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/dsQ0TEazjMw/s1600-h/DSC03127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbfXqXuJSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/dsQ0TEazjMw/s320/DSC03127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284656810369623330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbfXTlBzgI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wlMmCUgz89I/s1600-h/DSC03128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbfXTlBzgI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wlMmCUgz89I/s320/DSC03128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284656804251422210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbfXa_4bQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/VYDJlnOJ7cY/s1600-h/DSC03129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbfXa_4bQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/VYDJlnOJ7cY/s320/DSC03129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284656806243101954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbfW7SvIjI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HNAyxSIZNlc/s1600-h/DSC03122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbfW7SvIjI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HNAyxSIZNlc/s320/DSC03122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284656797732250162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the complete album is &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=56359&amp;amp;l=ba4d1&amp;amp;id=563607378"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went home, and me, AJ, Vim, and Megan planned to go to Sugaroma. Sugaroma is this supercute tiny coffee shop located really near our school. so then we went there. when we were about to leave, we bumped into Renee. (: it was really fun, just sitting around chilling, eating these little goodies, and laughing and doing stupid pointless stuff.. the cakes were awesome. loved it. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbg04GWF_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/8IAjO1-QqSY/s320/DSC03297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284658411782674418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbg0oxwU9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/h0MWBUCDbyU/s1600-h/DSC03298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbg0oxwU9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/h0MWBUCDbyU/s320/DSC03298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284658407669781458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbg0p7pGkI/AAAAAAAAAkU/X032LcKmXz8/s1600-h/DSC03299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVbg0p7pGkI/AAAAAAAAAkU/X032LcKmXz8/s320/DSC03299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284658407979686466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more pictures of our trip to sugaroma &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=56377&amp;amp;l=14458&amp;amp;id=563607378"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=56392&amp;amp;l=1df27&amp;amp;id=563607378"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they went over to my house, mom cooked good stuff, and then we watched movies. 2 actually. death race and wild child. one action movie and one chick flick. it was awesome, watching movies. they girls went home around 12, dad sent them of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning. realized this was the day. THE day. ate lerie's leaving for the airport. i swear, i definitely will cry. i will bring the camera too when i send her, im expecting to take lots and lots of pictures of tear-stained faces.*sigh* i just can't believe she's leaving. already. i've been trying to avoid the fact that she is, but looks like avoiding doesn't do any help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for ate lerie: &lt;/span&gt;good luck in singapore, i will always love and miss you! and have babies quickly. (: when i go back to MVC i will keep on blogging especially for you. stay sweet and pretty! 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Sparklers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRTRO9bAoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2msiP1ABc0c/s1600-h/DSC03031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283939818351035010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRTRO9bAoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2msiP1ABc0c/s320/DSC03031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRTQ0GNWnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/V5dsGLj1D3k/s1600-h/DSC03086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283939811140131442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRTQ0GNWnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/V5dsGLj1D3k/s320/DSC03086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRTQp19MWI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XcU4Vk16ADc/s1600-h/DSC03070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283939808387608930" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRSc0cehdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/SL43kxKnG1Q/s320/DSC02985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRSclSWUmI/AAAAAAAAAis/fiVZWBR4ip0/s1600-h/DSC02975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283938913811321442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRSclSWUmI/AAAAAAAAAis/fiVZWBR4ip0/s320/DSC02975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRSctsI-LI/AAAAAAAAAik/rpW3KvmNQyI/s1600-h/DSC02978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283938916066982066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRSctsI-LI/AAAAAAAAAik/rpW3KvmNQyI/s320/DSC02978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRScV88K7I/AAAAAAAAAic/FMFzf5xb6iE/s1600-h/DSC02965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283938909694995378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRScV88K7I/AAAAAAAAAic/FMFzf5xb6iE/s320/DSC02965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went last night to central world. this mall with lots of pretty christmas lights. there were quite a few of us, and i was equipped with a camera, so i have lots of pictures. well i'm lazy to post up the picturs here,hahahah they're all on facebook, but i'll post a few up here. i can summarize everything in a few sentences. the whole time, we just took pictures and occasionally ate. there were manypeopl, and it was reall stuffy there. came home around 12:30pm. really late. i just plopped on my bed and slept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pictures are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=56142&amp;amp;l=36729&amp;amp;id=563607378"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=56132&amp;amp;l=f39c7&amp;amp;id=563607378"&gt;and here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-2770929421597993829?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2770929421597993829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=2770929421597993829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2770929421597993829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2770929421597993829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-at-lights-sparklers.html' title='Looking at Lights. Sparklers!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVRTRO9bAoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2msiP1ABc0c/s72-c/DSC03031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3745466821131130052</id><published>2008-12-24T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:35:16.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>i stayed up until 12 last night, but in my bed. hahahaha i felt too tired and sleepy. but at least i stayed up until christmas. so merry christmas everyone!! God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3745466821131130052?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3745466821131130052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3745466821131130052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3745466821131130052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3745466821131130052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-merry-christmas.html' title='HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-1090573422519829758</id><published>2008-12-24T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T05:44:02.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Out Pizza. Christmas Eve. EAT!</title><content type='html'>so ate lerie invited me over for christmas eve eat-together. i agreed, so ate hazel drove the car over to pizza company, and ordered pizza for takeout. and the roti, omg, i didn't have some for like 6 months already. im eating mine now while writing this, tasting like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI6AniUZBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/20ymc_HdVMo/s1600-h/DSC02893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283349095146349586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI6AniUZBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/20ymc_HdVMo/s320/DSC02893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;in front of the pizza company&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI6Alj7w2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/gaNfc2KHux0/s1600-h/DSC02894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283349094616253282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI6Alj7w2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/gaNfc2KHux0/s320/DSC02894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI6AataVvI/AAAAAAAAAiE/eLRlLva_FK4/s1600-h/DSC02895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283349091703215858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI6AataVvI/AAAAAAAAAiE/eLRlLva_FK4/s320/DSC02895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI6AVxFxZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/AiLXiqKQYFg/s1600-h/DSC02896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283349090376467858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI6AVxFxZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/AiLXiqKQYFg/s320/DSC02896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;the happy couple! (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI5D0sb-eI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SqH8vs4E6xE/s1600-h/DSC02898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283348050706430434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI5D0sb-eI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SqH8vs4E6xE/s320/DSC02898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;the counter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI5DzTs87I/AAAAAAAAAhs/KH5uhyGIOY0/s1600-h/DSC02899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283348050334249906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI5DzTs87I/AAAAAAAAAhs/KH5uhyGIOY0/s320/DSC02899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;the menu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI5Dxt4IJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_PPOpPKCc0U/s1600-h/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283348049907163282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI5Dxt4IJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_PPOpPKCc0U/s320/DSC02901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tables&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI5DqpmDAI/AAAAAAAAAhc/5kRa1R76kKQ/s1600-h/DSC02904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283348048010152962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI5DqpmDAI/AAAAAAAAAhc/5kRa1R76kKQ/s320/DSC02904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;my beloved book! i love it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI5Ddsz9SI/AAAAAAAAAhU/aaOVX57eA2w/s1600-h/DSC02907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283348044533986594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI5Ddsz9SI/AAAAAAAAAhU/aaOVX57eA2w/s320/DSC02907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;so cantik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI4B7lzt7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/I4owoY-5DlU/s1600-h/DSC02910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283346918686308274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI4B7lzt7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/I4owoY-5DlU/s320/DSC02910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;into the book! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI4BmzZ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/-rxa0hH2ypg/s1600-h/DSC02913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283346913106188690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI4BmzZ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/-rxa0hH2ypg/s320/DSC02913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;ate hazel checking her phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI4BmZnQ5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/utOp7fI6qP8/s1600-h/DSC02920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283346912998015890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI4BmZnQ5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/utOp7fI6qP8/s320/DSC02920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;the vanity photo, i took this picture myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI4BacfCTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IMGzGGmA6RY/s1600-h/DSC02921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283346909788834098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI4BacfCTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IMGzGGmA6RY/s320/DSC02921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blahs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI4BSFXzZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FrLHXCMKQyo/s1600-h/DSC02923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283346907544407442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI4BSFXzZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FrLHXCMKQyo/s320/DSC02923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;she's watching a soccer match, and she's bracing herself! (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI3SLrMVoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5beo71M0Cxo/s1600-h/DSC02925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283346098370139778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI3SLrMVoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5beo71M0Cxo/s320/DSC02925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blahs 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI3R1jjl4I/AAAAAAAAAgc/aSgbSWFRMG8/s1600-h/DSC02927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283346092432529282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI3R1jjl4I/AAAAAAAAAgc/aSgbSWFRMG8/s320/DSC02927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;the pizza is finall here! after waiting for so long! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI3R2a8nOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3Etx5LV3SG8/s1600-h/DSC02933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283346092664855778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI3R2a8nOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3Etx5LV3SG8/s320/DSC02933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so here how is roti done, the first step is to get the little magic flour balls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI3RnJajdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/4RgR9Fl8Dxw/s1600-h/DSC02934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283346088564788690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI3RnJajdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/4RgR9Fl8Dxw/s320/DSC02934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;flatten them a bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI3ReEEKMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wMH_6Rgp45M/s1600-h/DSC02936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283346086126430402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI3ReEEKMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wMH_6Rgp45M/s320/DSC02936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;flip it here and flip it there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI2llPishI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PPA28HhE5tE/s1600-h/DSC02935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283345332139373074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI2llPishI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PPA28HhE5tE/s320/DSC02935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;flip it more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283345325876197714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI2lN6SOVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/40X9W41-JDA/s320/DSC02943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flip it most, until it's really big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI2lthkqfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/4L3XDuN290w/s1600-h/DSC02940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283345334362483186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI2lthkqfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/4L3XDuN290w/s320/DSC02940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;put it in really hot oil, and fold it into cute and neat little squares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI2lep2lFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CeXEZAADfWU/s1600-h/DSC02942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283345330370679890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI2lep2lFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CeXEZAADfWU/s320/DSC02942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;add a bit of butter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI2k2B3qZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/P4KMl6HUYbE/s1600-h/DSC02944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283345319465560466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI2k2B3qZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/P4KMl6HUYbE/s320/DSC02944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;lay them out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI1yNQ4GzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/M6Ot3lNTXrE/s1600-h/DSC02945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283344449529191218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI1yNQ4GzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/M6Ot3lNTXrE/s320/DSC02945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;put condensed milk! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI1x8U35FI/AAAAAAAAAfM/iYPwgTS3228/s1600-h/DSC02946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283344444982551634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI1x8U35FI/AAAAAAAAAfM/iYPwgTS3228/s320/DSC02946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bit of sugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI1xz7Yq9I/AAAAAAAAAfE/ic1CVe4S8Ms/s1600-h/DSC02947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283344442728164306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI1xz7Yq9I/AAAAAAAAAfE/ic1CVe4S8Ms/s320/DSC02947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;fold it up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI1xp3yQtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sEPVWPCDGUg/s1600-h/DSC02948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283344440028709586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI1xp3yQtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sEPVWPCDGUg/s320/DSC02948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;fold it more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI1xUIcojI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IS9FlMNndvc/s1600-h/DSC02949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283344434193015346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI1xUIcojI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IS9FlMNndvc/s320/DSC02949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;voila!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was actually planning to take a picture of me eating the roti with a caption that said "yummy!" but then i was too excited and i quickly ate it. if you want to have a picture i probably have to go to the hospital and ask the doctor to use one of them special cameras and look in my stomach. i have to run over to ate lerie's now! take care everyone! 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EAT!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVI6AniUZBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/20ymc_HdVMo/s72-c/DSC02893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-1504723954283696480</id><published>2008-12-23T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:41:00.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticker Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG8jFbyVkI/AAAAAAAAAes/qBWvXkySZ8o/s1600-h/DSC02655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG8jFbyVkI/AAAAAAAAAes/qBWvXkySZ8o/s320/DSC02655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283211148822468162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG78qdnsII/AAAAAAAAAec/mdgdxQQuUgk/s1600-h/DSC02654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG78qdnsII/AAAAAAAAAec/mdgdxQQuUgk/s320/DSC02654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283210488747372674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG78TT-jlI/AAAAAAAAAeU/p125R2wsjM0/s1600-h/DSC02652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG78TT-jlI/AAAAAAAAAeU/p125R2wsjM0/s320/DSC02652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283210482532912722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG78Vd-RCI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VwhAJD408R0/s1600-h/DSC02653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG78Vd-RCI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VwhAJD408R0/s320/DSC02653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283210483111707682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG78JhWDEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/o3FC_YzTe8U/s1600-h/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG78JhWDEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/o3FC_YzTe8U/s320/img003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283210479904623682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG77-rd-tI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Suf8Z-9TZMs/s1600-h/img004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG77-rd-tI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Suf8Z-9TZMs/s320/img004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283210476994296530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took these sticker pictures yesterday in this japanese sticker place thingie in akiba. they had little costumes, so them girls picked the japanese school uniform and they picked the japanese kimono for me. i just played along and laughed. (: so here are the pictures. i scanned them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-1504723954283696480?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1504723954283696480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=1504723954283696480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1504723954283696480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1504723954283696480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/sticker-pictures.html' title='Sticker Pictures'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVG8jFbyVkI/AAAAAAAAAes/qBWvXkySZ8o/s72-c/DSC02655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3152750218590400779</id><published>2008-12-23T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T06:32:40.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Cute Book I Almost Bought for Ate Lerie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282993019179902610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD2KRMWJpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/VFw7PC-Sx7I/s320/DSC02628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282993027484840162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD2KwIZcOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/YSfA0eatT2E/s320/DSC02629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282993029199509586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD2K2hNOFI/AAAAAAAAAds/vOYe4YRa_ZQ/s320/DSC02630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD2LFVJaRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/p6n7iorn9Ug/s1600-h/DSC02631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282993033175460114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD2LFVJaRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/p6n7iorn9Ug/s320/DSC02631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD2KWHil-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/4uoJU_OTJYM/s1600-h/DSC02632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282993020501923810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD2KWHil-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/4uoJU_OTJYM/s320/DSC02632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD1gVB-NQI/AAAAAAAAAdM/zatnHFpPe08/s1600-h/DSC02633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282992298655626498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD1gVB-NQI/AAAAAAAAAdM/zatnHFpPe08/s320/DSC02633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD1gIL541I/AAAAAAAAAdE/naCFtorKpNE/s1600-h/DSC02635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282992295207625554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD1gIL541I/AAAAAAAAAdE/naCFtorKpNE/s320/DSC02635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD1gDe48bI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Sz_fI8nlHMg/s1600-h/DSC02636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282992293945078194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD1gDe48bI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Sz_fI8nlHMg/s320/DSC02636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD1fxeWEtI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Fp6HXCXBC3I/s1600-h/DSC02637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282992289110954706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD1fxeWEtI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Fp6HXCXBC3I/s320/DSC02637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD1fmVxPwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yNEcJyxN8rY/s1600-h/DSC02638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282992286122196738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD1fmVxPwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yNEcJyxN8rY/s320/DSC02638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw this really cute book, but i thought it was too expensive a'a. so then i just took pictures of the book, but it wasn't that complete. but here they are. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3152750218590400779?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3152750218590400779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3152750218590400779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3152750218590400779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3152750218590400779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/really-cute-book-i-almost-bought-for.html' title='Really Cute Book I Almost Bought for Ate Lerie.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVD2KRMWJpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/VFw7PC-Sx7I/s72-c/DSC02628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3552527030742485651</id><published>2008-12-23T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:24:20.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SUPER UPDATE!!</title><content type='html'>i am like sooo sorry all of you guys back at MVC (esp. nick and nicole) for note writing anything for the past few days. i have lots of free time, so then this post will be a long and detailed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started on Friday. all that travelling. i went to valencia early, around 7 o'clock. after that, i waited, boarded the bus for cagayan. arrived in cagayan, ate at gaisano, and then rode the taxi to the airport. i almost puked listening to that gaisano song while eating. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at the airport, boarded the plane, landed in manila. in manila, i found out that i didn't have the proper papers to get past immigration. fortunately, there was ate joy, my mom called her, and she posed as my cousin. the lady monster at the immigration was like, "you don't have DWSD! you can't get through!" i was like shit. shit shit. deep shit. OMG. but thank God, i talked with the other kind immigration officer, and she was like, "oh, so you're meeting your parents in Bangkok?" i was like "yes", and then she was like, "oh, so that's okay, but next time, get the papers okay?" thank God for kind people. that monster even still insisted, that stubborn bitch. i was like HELL WOMAN, THIS POOR KID JUST WANTS TO GO HOME TO SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH HIS FAMILY! but anyway, i felt so relieved after i went through immigration. i felt so relieved. i silently whispered a prayer of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plane to bangkok, i tried to sleep but i couldn't, i was tossing and turning, thinking. i was way too excited. i read, closed the magazine, turned off the reading light, tried sleeping, turned on the reading light, started reading again; it went on like this for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived in bangkok, i met my parents, and i felt so happy. i made my little brother my slave (only for now) to carry my bags and put them in the car. rode the car home, went home, it was like around 12 o'clock. unpacked some of my stuff, and then went straight to bed. i went to bed smiling that night. it just felt so good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up sabbath. ate lerie rented some vans to go to mission college, and i found out that we were going to spend one night there. and i had to also practice and do stuff. the day went on, just normal, and then i hanged out with tedson, megan, and melody. we the rode around with the motorbike, 4 of us on one motorbike! it was so damn fun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDRbOHBR_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/tejPA08yTzs/s1600-h/DSC02107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDRbOHBR_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/tejPA08yTzs/s320/DSC02107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282952628479805426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us on the motor, you can only see my mouth lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the practice. practice went on. after practice, they started doing the decorations. i just walked around, poked her poked there and tried to help some. then i went back to the room and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning i woke up, prepared, got into my black outfit and shiny shoes and new belt (mom bought brand new ones for me). i put on my pink tie (the wedding theme colors were orange and pink, so yeah) styled my hair, and looked at myself in the mirror. i stared at myself for sometime and then smiled. i started then walking to the church and waited. the program started a bit late, because onya kind of came late because she was staying up doing decorations all night. the wedding went on beautifully. here are some pictures. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDczm4vnjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/v5G7R3Q4Ivs/s1600-h/DSC02433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDczm4vnjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/v5G7R3Q4Ivs/s320/DSC02433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282965142075579954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDczS2QajI/AAAAAAAAAYs/GGY3c7gPDb4/s1600-h/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDczS2QajI/AAAAAAAAAYs/GGY3c7gPDb4/s320/DSC02425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282965136696437298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDczMaQSTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xXCgWOYd_e0/s1600-h/DSC02417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDczMaQSTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xXCgWOYd_e0/s320/DSC02417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282965134968375602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDcyWiDd7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/kYY0hVm7S7A/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDcyWiDd7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/kYY0hVm7S7A/s320/DSC02412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282965120505575346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDcyNJSsSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/97uHD2wJhtw/s1600-h/DSC02414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDZ251wfBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EshKZmMNDwA/s320/DSC02382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282961900168051730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDYekAji1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/UKL_Wd6RYoc/s1600-h/DSC02368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDYekAji1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/UKL_Wd6RYoc/s320/DSC02368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282960382479272786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDYeapk2TI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ChU21pbt_EM/s1600-h/DSC02354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDYeapk2TI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ChU21pbt_EM/s320/DSC02354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282960379966970162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDYeMaa3FI/AAAAAAAAAWE/pMlsfrmfpvM/s1600-h/DSC02305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDYeMaa3FI/AAAAAAAAAWE/pMlsfrmfpvM/s320/DSC02305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282960376145304658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDYd02BwpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/aH65Ecf4jjM/s1600-h/DSC02294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDYd02BwpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/aH65Ecf4jjM/s320/DSC02294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282960369818649234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDYd9cSmEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/B3luMgnMV6c/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDYd9cSmEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/B3luMgnMV6c/s320/DSC02298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282960372126619714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDXo5yD3gI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Gn8Eaxh-ZX0/s1600-h/DSC02285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDXo5yD3gI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Gn8Eaxh-ZX0/s320/DSC02285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282959460611120642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDXog828cI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r0EfbigjTsk/s1600-h/DSC02268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDXog828cI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r0EfbigjTsk/s320/DSC02268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282959453945524674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDXobOiY3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/mDAvAsHOIjY/s1600-h/DSC02265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDXobOiY3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/mDAvAsHOIjY/s320/DSC02265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282959452409062258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDXoQ-aAZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mGupXLjdKcY/s1600-h/DSC02136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDXoQ-aAZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mGupXLjdKcY/s320/DSC02136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282959449657049490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can summarize the wedding in two words. beautiful and absolutely perfect. (:&lt;br /&gt;i esp loved the supercute pink cupcakes. and they tasted like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;(the upload took a while up there, so i won't upload the other pics for now, i'll just post up the public links, lazy to upload and pick pick hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few hours after the wedding, we made our way to the sunflower field. it was fun, really hot, and the sunflowers were in full bloom. when we arrived home, we felt so tired but happy. in the evening, ate hazel asked me if i wanted to eat GOOD food (not that icky MVC food) and i said yes, so i went with auntie phoebe to MK Suki restaurant. ate till i was so full, it was so fun talking to p'ellen. went home, felt so good, then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p'ellen came over and asked me if i wanted to eat kuay tiew (noodle soup) and of course, i said yes. no kuay tiew for 0 months!! are you kidding me!! i quickly changed and walked over to the place. we ordered our kuay tiew and then hungrily gobbled this much desired and held back food. after that, i called up my friends (megan and maggie) and then planned out our trip. i went to the BTS (sky train) and then prepared myself for a long day of window shopping, malling and doing stuff. i took lots of pictures. here are some. 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height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDfhkai1HI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MdgjcGjtgYA/s320/DSC02576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282968130709279858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDfhZmHPPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YH48sM7HjFI/s1600-h/DSC02575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDfhZmHPPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YH48sM7HjFI/s320/DSC02575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282968127805013234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDfhN31ACI/AAAAAAAAAY8/73x1DrBSGcc/s1600-h/DSC02574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDfhN31ACI/AAAAAAAAAY8/73x1DrBSGcc/s320/DSC02574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282968124658090018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we also took some of those really cute sticker pictures, i will show them to you guys later.. hahahah i wore a kimono for cosplay, it was hilarious. and there is this picture of a gucci sign, and the "G" and the "U" aren't lighted up properly, what?? gucci growing broke ass? oh puhlease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my friend has her i pod nano chromatic, i had so much fun playing with the accelerom. (: luvvss and you know that little bride doll? it costs 10,000. really. omg. one of them dolls cost that much. but they're really cute. i think they're called Blythe. go check them out. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the shopping spree, (i got a few books, they were on sale) maggie invited us over to her restaurant to eat, so i came back home full again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now as i'm writing this, i'm listening and nodding my head to jamie cullum and eating cold sliced watermelon. it feels so good to be home. but then the thing that is on my mind right now is that ma'am aguillon's requirement. term paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are the links to the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=55359&amp;amp;l=584a5&amp;amp;id=563607378"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=55666&amp;amp;l=0ec25&amp;amp;id=563607378"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=55689&amp;amp;l=679fe&amp;amp;id=563607378"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=55688&amp;amp;l=ceb22&amp;amp;id=563607378"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=55365&amp;amp;l=ea980&amp;amp;id=563607378"&gt;and here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed that the pictures are backward. shet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3552527030742485651?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3552527030742485651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3552527030742485651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3552527030742485651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3552527030742485651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-update.html' title='A SUPER UPDATE!!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SVDRbOHBR_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/tejPA08yTzs/s72-c/DSC02107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3427502856740539726</id><published>2008-12-18T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T04:32:23.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home in 24 Hours.</title><content type='html'>Today was kind of fun, we had some sort of christmas party. i finally packed my stuff with the BH. manong has some sorta problem with is passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend is coming up real quick and the big day is fast approaching for ate lerie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be home in exactly 24 hours. i can't wait!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3427502856740539726?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3427502856740539726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3427502856740539726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3427502856740539726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3427502856740539726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-in-24-hours.html' title='Home in 24 Hours.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-7962576273635810930</id><published>2008-12-17T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:42:06.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siren Gone Crazy.</title><content type='html'>i think i mentioned the siren in an earlier blog post. i goes off every now and then, but at one particular time, at 5:30 in the afternoon, everyone's supposed to stop what they're doing and thank/ask for the protection of MVC. before MVC was attacked by the NPA (new people's army, a rebel group), something something something, just read it in &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/nicky-me-chauvei.blogspot.com"&gt;nicole's blog&lt;/a&gt;, i'm so lazy to explain the story, and the com lab is closing so i have to scoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was blogging and doing stuff on the internet, dominic was beside me. we were surfing in the internet in the com lab when suddenly the siren rang. dominic was like, "what the heck? it's still so early!" i kind of panicked a bit, i noticed that it was still 4:30. i thought something bad was happened. i thought that some building was burning or that the MILF (muslim rebel group) was attacking MVC. but then i found out that the person monitoring the siren accidentally made the thing go off too early. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on second thought, it would be cool too if something actually happened. nothing ever happens here in MVC. it's so stale, appears so quiet and picture perfect. but come here, and you'll see that MVC is not as picture perfect as it seems to be. take it from someone who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned earlier that i might not go to the christmas cantata thingie. but looks like i have to, and some part of me wants to too, so i might go there. dominic feels that something might happen, so he is going to bring his camera. and nicole, if you're reading this, you better come too. (: i just hope that everything will go well with the program, i hope the CD doesn't get stuck or anything. i can just imagine them up there singing to this pathetic CD when suddenly it gets stuck and plays it back. i.e.&lt;br /&gt;"christmas is the best ti---eek eeek"&lt;br /&gt;"christmas is the best ti---eek eeek"&lt;br /&gt;"christmas is the best ti---eek eeek"&lt;br /&gt;"christmas is the best ti---eek eeek"&lt;br /&gt;"christmas is the best ti---eek eeek"&lt;br /&gt;"christmas is the best ti---eek eeek"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"chrr-iis--tt-mmamaas-iiss thheee b-ab-es-time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!!! and the music they're singing too is like broadway type music, like what you listen on hairspray. it's so wierd, but we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. i need ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-7962576273635810930?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7962576273635810930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=7962576273635810930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7962576273635810930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7962576273635810930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/siren-gone-crazy.html' title='Siren Gone Crazy.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-855108973131991498</id><published>2008-12-16T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:47:38.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearance Slip Finally Done!!! The Stupid Useless Cantata.</title><content type='html'>so i finally finished my clearance slip. everything is going on perfectly now, everything is just perfect. i am done with all my requirements, got my campus leave formed signed (i just have to turn it in and get my gate pass).i think i did well on my quizzes, and i will be home the day after tomorrow!! what could be more perfect than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight will be the christmas cantata thingie. you know what? it's so pathetic. they're singing to a CD!! and they practiced for like 2 times only. i don't want to go, but dominic is like, what?? you have to be there to laugh with me! i don't think i will be going, i want to start packing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so see all of you back home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and by the way, that poser loser in our class is making my fists itchy. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-855108973131991498?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/855108973131991498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=855108973131991498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/855108973131991498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/855108973131991498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/clearance-slip-finally-done-stupid.html' title='Clearance Slip Finally Done!!! The Stupid Useless Cantata.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-2589375122309819978</id><published>2008-12-16T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T03:37:11.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posers. Worship.</title><content type='html'>You know how there are many social groups right? well here in MVC, there is only one social group, which is POSER. they are huge feelers that think that they're great and good looking but they're not. they're trying too hard to be someone they're not. that really annoys me, i hate people who try too hard. they're such feelers. absolute losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have this thing about worship. i don't like worship. not that i'm opposing the practice of worship, i am totally into it. but then it becomes routine, and there is nothing new. sometimes, if my auntie has appointments or has an early class, worship is done in a very hurriedly and woosh woosh manner. they try to do it as fast as possible, and choose the shortest hymns. well that it what annoys me. and the worse thing is that i can't sleep in during worship, because i am the only person in the house to play piano. so i am usually the first to go to the sala to start worship. isn't worship supposed to be more than routine? shouldn't it feel "special" and be done in a relaxed manner? what's the whole point of worship if it's only done for the sake of being "done"? i feel more blessed having my own personal devotion, rather than that routine worship. and again, i will mention them choosing the shortest hymns and reading really quickly and glancing at the clock. like GOD, if you don't want to have worship then just go on with what you're doing. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was filled with the hu-blahs of no class. free time. did some requirements. i have 2 signatures left to fill up on my clearance slip!! 2 days more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-2589375122309819978?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2589375122309819978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=2589375122309819978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2589375122309819978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2589375122309819978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/posers-worship.html' title='Posers. Worship.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-1106880337400868523</id><published>2008-12-15T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:03:18.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful Day. RUN FROM THE MENOPAUSE!! Rhapsody in Black and White.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So today went on with all the hustle and bustle of signing clearance slips. most of the teachers didn't hold thier classes, as they were having some sort of evaluation. so then us students were left to do stuff. thank GOD i don't have that much requirements. but then i found out that sir selidio (the T and F guy, grrrr) requires notes for his values class. well, sad to say that i didn't take notes while he was teaching. uh oh. i quickly borrowed my friend's notebook, and started to slowly painstakingly write the letters by hand. trust me, it is not a very nice thing to be copying notes from the 2nd and 3rd quarters of the school years. i started in the morning, just writing and copying the whole time. in the afternoon, i continued, and after i was done, my hands felt so sore and so tired. for the last lesson, i requested nicole to help me with it, because i was so fed up of writing and copying, i couldn't stand it anymore. thank goodness nicole agreed to help, because my fingers would probably go stagnant if i continued writing. i don't have any requirements to finish, but i still need to get a few more signatures. no worries!! at last i can worry about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am starting to file my campus leave now, i want to get things done early so i don't end up running here and there frantically to get things done. (if i do that all the time, you'll probably me see me ending up in the happy home with the red roof.) there's this little book in the secretary's office that you have to fill up if you're going off campus. there were locations like diegos city, zamboanga city, valencia city, and stuff like that. but my location for leave was the most exotic. i proudly wrote in the space provided, "Bangkok, Thailand." i cocked my head a bit and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon ,the menopause came. okay, i know it is a mean name to label a teacher, but then that's the way she really is. i won't mention any names, lest she bump onto this blog. her last initial is an "R". she teaches us our music and arts subject. i love music and arts and everything, but she lets you memorize all this shit, like what were the forms of art during the 20th century, who were the composers of the romantic period, what is the main characteristic of classical music, shit like that. it's all about memorizing when it comes to this subject. well she said she was going to give a quiz, and hell no one wanted to take a quiz. she was in her menopausal mood, and us 4th years were in our mischevious rebellious mood. perfect! i was hanging out with dominic and nicole, just walking around when some of our classmates beckoned us into the first year room. i found out that all of our classmates were there, hiding from menopause. they didn't want to take the quiz either, so we had this crazy idea to hide in the first year room (the first years weren't there) so no one would show up, and she would have no choice but to pospone or cancel the quiz. we hung out there for a while, and took some pictures. it was really fun, until she came walking down the hallway with that "ready to kill" look on her face. uh oh. we all scrambled to find a hiding space. someone then came up with a crazy idea to hide in the toilet. well it sounded like a good idea, lest she open the door of the first year classroom and see us all there hiding!! so 9 of us, cramped into one small toilet room, and took 2 snaps. that was it, and dominic's camera went out. *sob*. so we stayed for 10 minutes in that little room, laughing and talking stupid stuff. dominic was like, "i think i need to fart". i lol'ed. well 2 of our classmates went to the classroom, and so we had no choice but to take the quiz. imagine, all that hiding and staying in that cramped toilet for nothing. so here and the pictures. (: finally some, after quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZQO4IAvCI/AAAAAAAAATU/7fHPgLDzirI/s1600-h/Pics_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279995829652864034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZQO4IAvCI/AAAAAAAAATU/7fHPgLDzirI/s320/Pics_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;princess gasps as i "adjust" the clock in the first year room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZQOcMfzsI/AAAAAAAAATM/zWtSn2py7us/s1600-h/Pics_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279995822155484866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZQOcMfzsI/AAAAAAAAATM/zWtSn2py7us/s320/Pics_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;look out below!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZQOXr7RvI/AAAAAAAAATE/w35Nyo0PACE/s1600-h/Pics_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279995820945131250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZQOXr7RvI/AAAAAAAAATE/w35Nyo0PACE/s320/Pics_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eeeemoo!!! try harder princess!!! :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZQOH5H75I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Lg8wEeSVpSU/s1600-h/Pics_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279995816705519506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZQOH5H75I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Lg8wEeSVpSU/s320/Pics_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;me, nicole and trixy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZQOPuPDVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0iY2NieGZ7w/s1600-h/Pics_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279995818807332178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZQOPuPDVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0iY2NieGZ7w/s320/Pics_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;me and trixy. i'm doing the monkey face thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRBxV6VLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ruBhIk1w1lY/s1600-h/Pics_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996704005444786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRBxV6VLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ruBhIk1w1lY/s320/Pics_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;them all these beauuutiful girllsss!! (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRB9dpeZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/avPyiofx2n4/s1600-h/Pics_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996707259120018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRB9dpeZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/avPyiofx2n4/s320/Pics_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;think harder!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRBrqiFBI/AAAAAAAAATs/N8gFRNQ2hAQ/s1600-h/Pics_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996702481323026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRBrqiFBI/AAAAAAAAATs/N8gFRNQ2hAQ/s320/Pics_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;trixy and me! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRBvIbEwI/AAAAAAAAATk/5CTVOJdDUyc/s1600-h/Pics_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996703411999490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRBvIbEwI/AAAAAAAAATk/5CTVOJdDUyc/s320/Pics_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;look our for the menopause!!! is she coming? (i took this picture btw..hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRBjlhWsI/AAAAAAAAATc/IkVFNra6Dck/s1600-h/Pics_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996700312820418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRBjlhWsI/AAAAAAAAATc/IkVFNra6Dck/s320/Pics_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;dominic all into his crossword&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRqFnwuKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Ldo3ZWwwAVo/s1600-h/Pics_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279997396643788962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRqFnwuKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Ldo3ZWwwAVo/s320/Pics_022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;another refuge in the CR pic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRqL_IUFI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fFOiXNqZMHY/s1600-h/Pics_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279997398352416850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRqL_IUFI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fFOiXNqZMHY/s320/Pics_021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;posing for another picture. the class genius, eimarlouyd looks very unprepared. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRp_jJ_0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/eFwUikp_muk/s1600-h/Pics_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279997395013861186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRp_jJ_0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/eFwUikp_muk/s320/Pics_019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;hide!!!! is she coming? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRp6BoFaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Rp3lNJhKNpY/s1600-h/Pics_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279997393531049378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRp6BoFaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Rp3lNJhKNpY/s320/Pics_018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;squeeze the life out of her!!! princess goes "ack ack hack hack" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRpg85SlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/CPOBZ6IOzEE/s1600-h/Pics_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279997386800319058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZRpg85SlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/CPOBZ6IOzEE/s320/Pics_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;princess and nicole, princess with one of her "faces" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZSqY-kxnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/wpl3EzTvVQI/s1600-h/Pics_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZSqUsqK3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ljgronCNxaA/s1600-h/Pics_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279998500202490738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZSqUsqK3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ljgronCNxaA/s320/Pics_023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quick! take a picture!! this was in the toilet.. again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZSqGIrGXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/40DQfeoHAG8/s1600-h/Pics_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279998496293460338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZSqGIrGXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/40DQfeoHAG8/s320/Pics_024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;refuge in the toilet!!! taking one snapshot, this was the last before the camera died. :'(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i kind of studied for the quiz, and the questions were really stupid, still the "R" style. memorize. i still can memorize them. going to type them out here for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the 20th century art forms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fauvism&lt;br /&gt;dadaism&lt;br /&gt;surrealism&lt;br /&gt;abstract art&lt;br /&gt;realism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 century art forms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abstract expressionism&lt;br /&gt;new realism painting&lt;br /&gt;neo-expressionism&lt;br /&gt;(oh well, i can't remember the others anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i passed the quiz. went back home, did stuff, enormous blahs. i am still counting the days until i can go back to bangkok!!! 3 more days. (if i count from tomorrow.) miss you all and good night!! 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RUN FROM THE MENOPAUSE!! Rhapsody in Black and White.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUZQO4IAvCI/AAAAAAAAATU/7fHPgLDzirI/s72-c/Pics_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-5893443035052325330</id><published>2008-12-14T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:18:44.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gazing at the Stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUT5ieq4dZI/AAAAAAAAASs/2C7pWOQVJnc/s1600-h/starlit_sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279619033928856978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUT5ieq4dZI/AAAAAAAAASs/2C7pWOQVJnc/s400/starlit_sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way here to the com lab, everything was quiet, and dark. the chilly wind was blowing softly. i was walking alone. i looked up, and the stars looked so pretty. sometimes i just wish there was someone walking beside me, looking up at the stars with me, someone to hold me, to protect me from the cold. sometimes i just feel so empty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-5893443035052325330?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5893443035052325330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=5893443035052325330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5893443035052325330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5893443035052325330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/gazing-at-stars.html' title='Gazing at the Stars.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SUT5ieq4dZI/AAAAAAAAASs/2C7pWOQVJnc/s72-c/starlit_sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-906995039425838174</id><published>2008-12-13T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:22:41.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valencia.</title><content type='html'>edit: by the way, that picture down there with me stooping over, i accidentally spilled the fertilizer and am scrambling to clean it up. you can imagine me, trying to cover and clean it up, with my friends in the back going **auiieuieee**. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning, went to valencia. manong came over for the weekend, it was so fun being with him. he had some sort of appointment in the annex, and he had to be there by 8 o'clock, so he planned to take a motorcycle. a motorcycle is a very fast (not that safe though) way to go from MVC to valencia. two of us, on the back seat, with the driver in front. well that was really cool, the cool wind on my face. we actually went past the cars that went out before us. when i went down in valencia, my face and my hair felt really wierd. so this is the first time for me to walk around valencia alone. i usually have someone come with me, because im not yet familiar with the town. but then i managed, to go back to MVC alive. i almost crashed into a motorella (similar to our tuktuk back home). hahahahaha!!! i'm still not used to the different lanes, in thailand you look to the right for cars. here in the philippines, it's the opposite. so i went shopping for pasalubong and rode the public ride back to MVC. you know, one of the most annoying things about the jeepney is that they will not budge unless the jeep is completely full. and by completely full, i mean tight tight. on the seats and on the roof. so you have to wait. and the road to MVC is not very pretty. it's very, very very dusty. i was like praying that i wouldn't suffocate from all that dust. got back to MVC, put the stuff in my room and lied down. ate lunch, and came to the com lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the clearance thing is going okay, i'm done with almost all my requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i slept at around 9:30. i woke up at around 2 am in the morning, and i couldn't go back to sleep. i was thinking about home, what will it be like when i go to the airport, sleeping in the house in MY bed, thinking of ate lerie's wedding, thinking of the people and friends back home. i just stayed in my bed tossing and turning, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days more to go! (and counting) i can't wait, i really can't wait. i am excited to see everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-906995039425838174?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/906995039425838174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=906995039425838174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/906995039425838174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/906995039425838174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/valencia.html' title='Valencia.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-5733591789385987864</id><published>2008-12-11T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:59:28.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to church last night for mid week, i just stayed home and folded clothes.. hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night mom said a had a part in the wedding. i feel so special!! i was smiling all the while, people were like, "RJ, why are you smiling so much? is your face broken?" hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming sunday, i will be going to valencia to pick up all the filipino goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to write much, because right after this post i have to run over to the house and teach my piano student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. seven days more to go! and counting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-5733591789385987864?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5733591789385987864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=5733591789385987864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5733591789385987864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5733591789385987864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-1213988155077648854</id><published>2008-12-11T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:43:51.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Hopping.</title><content type='html'>i was blog hopping, and i came across this awesome blog about food!!! it is like soo soo awesome, i was salivating the whole time i was reading it. i wish i could learn how to cook like that. studying culinary arts have always been one of my lifelong dreams. this blog will make any cooking blogger jealous!! (:&lt;br /&gt;http://tastewiththeeyes.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-1213988155077648854?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1213988155077648854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=1213988155077648854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1213988155077648854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1213988155077648854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-hopping.html' title='Blog Hopping.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-8261660838944238212</id><published>2008-12-10T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:42:25.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planting Corn!!!</title><content type='html'>so we planted corn today!! the field was already ploughed and stuff so all we had to do was just sprinkle fertilizer and put in corn. i took some pictures on dominic's camera, good thing the sky was cloudy, it looked like it was about to rain, but thank God for the clouds, we weren't under the scorching sun.. so here are some of the pictures!! (: (i hope you don't mind tilting your head a bit for the vertical position pictures, i'm too lazy to flip them myself. blogger should add a "flip" function for pictures. tsk.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i'll be adding more pictures later, but then the lab is closing now.. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-Oa8o_-LI/AAAAAAAAASc/14JzjuKLN34/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-Oa8o_-LI/AAAAAAAAASc/14JzjuKLN34/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278093881907345586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-N2bc_TQI/AAAAAAAAASU/2fkETY2hDRY/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-N2bc_TQI/AAAAAAAAASU/2fkETY2hDRY/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278093254523309314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-NODOO_aI/AAAAAAAAASM/MrhcrPbyjSU/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-NODOO_aI/AAAAAAAAASM/MrhcrPbyjSU/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278092560824204706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-Mq1IrB-I/AAAAAAAAASE/AmATeOy66ic/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-Mq1IrB-I/AAAAAAAAASE/AmATeOy66ic/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278091955747358690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-LbePuz_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/-HIRFYq2X0Y/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278090592393285618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-LbePuz_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/-HIRFYq2X0Y/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-K96VbJxI/AAAAAAAAARs/EgJgvfq-51o/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278090084537280274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-K96VbJxI/AAAAAAAAARs/EgJgvfq-51o/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-KiVVLT6I/AAAAAAAAARk/50g0vgsuDQM/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278089610747662242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-KiVVLT6I/AAAAAAAAARk/50g0vgsuDQM/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-KAgWOk-I/AAAAAAAAARc/aD4UIrlywO0/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278089029589308386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-KAgWOk-I/AAAAAAAAARc/aD4UIrlywO0/s320/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wait wait,..something just came into my mind. me and dominic decided to go to the com lab. our classmate, jef, has a sister, and her sister is deaf. jef knows lots and lots and lots of sign language. so the sign language craze came into the classroom, and me and dominic caught on the craze too, so we were signing as well as we were deaf. so we had this crazy idea, we sat in front of the stairs in the computer lab, and then signed to each other. dominic was like **RJ, let's act like we are deaf** i gently snickered and agreed. *hand signs hand signs* the door wasn't open yet, so there were quite a few people waiting for it to open. it was really fun, recieving all the stares. LOL!!! and then the in-charge came and said something something (dominic, explain) so we stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and nicole didn't show up at school today. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'll be home in exactly 9 days!!! *gasps and runs and jumps and screams* (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-8261660838944238212?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8261660838944238212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=8261660838944238212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8261660838944238212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8261660838944238212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/planting-corn.html' title='Planting Corn!!!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/ST-Oa8o_-LI/AAAAAAAAASc/14JzjuKLN34/s72-c/Picture+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-2706071461965327546</id><published>2008-12-09T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:45:24.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Occupation Seminar. Bulala Randomness.</title><content type='html'>So today, from 7 to 5 in the afternoon, i sat, and sat, and sat, and listened to the people up there talking. good thing nicole brought books on egyptology, and some of my friends brought reader's digest, so i was occupied reading. everyone started talking and introducing their careers, i wasn't listening at all, i was kind of bored. but then the doctor went up there to speak, and i actually listened, because i want to be a medical doctor. he said that there was no "best" prep course for medicine, but if you plan to go to medical school right after college, then biology is the most convenient and practical. so ma, if you're reading this, i will just take biology nalang, nursing is way way more tough and expensive. (: the seminar thing dragged one, i just made tsimis with nicole and dominic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered mom told me that i had to pick up some letter from the post office, it had something to do with my flight, inside were photocopies of their passports, work permit, and this letter from the school thingie, to ensure smooth sailing through the immigration and the front counter. i went up to their bulletin board, and sure enough, i had mail!! dominic and nicole were with me, i went to the office, but no one was there. great. so we waited and waited and waited, but no one showed up. i was getting fed up of waiting, so i had this crazy idea.  the door was unlocked, so i just walked in, sorted through the big "G", found my letter, grabbed it, stuffed it into my pocket, and walked out. it worked!! it was so fun..hehehe  we just kept on laughing about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these singing groups were singing for our seminar thing, and this certain singing group sang this song. and one of them girls there, was really into the song, her mouth was gaping wide open, her eyebrows were up high, here eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her eye sockets. she looked like she was about to swallow a cow!! it was so funny, we were laughing out heads off like hell, we couldn't stop laughing, but we tried to keep it down. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;several high school seniors from other schools came for the seminar too, they were invited. i was expecting few eye candy, but none of them girls caught myu eye. it was pitiful, me and the guys were so disappointed. steffi scolded me just now for saying that, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, another school day. all that's going on now in my mind are two things:&lt;br /&gt;1. going home in 10 days!!&lt;br /&gt;2. the stupid annoying and tiresome and cumbersome clearance slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-2706071461965327546?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2706071461965327546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=2706071461965327546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2706071461965327546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2706071461965327546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/occupation-seminar-bulala-randomness.html' title='The Occupation Seminar. Bulala Randomness.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3207036902137397781</id><published>2008-12-08T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:06:45.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Reminisence. Randomness.</title><content type='html'>did i spell that word reminisence right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this huge magazine pile in the house, stacked with old issues of health and home, focus on the family, and adventist review. recently, ate lerie/ate hazel corrected me, saying that the word *cheesmees* was actually spelled "tsimis". and yes, they are right!! i was reading health and home and then out of nowhere that word just came up. such knowledgeable older sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clearance slips were distributed today for the 3rd grading final exam. JESUS. how stressful more can it be, it's like this huge slip of paper, and each one of them gives requirements, projects, assignments, fines to be paid. and if i don't get it all signed, then guess what that means! no taking of the exam!! well actually i'm a bit relaxed because i don't have to take the finals this quarter, me and a few others of my classmates are exempted from the final exam, because we gave 500 pesos donation for the harvest in gathering. if you're wondering what they're going to do with the money, they will give it to the church, and that money will be used to build churches and for evangelism. mom and tita hazel sent the money, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was great, i didn't go. imagine going on a camping for 6 long days, coming home on sunday noon, and the next day, you have to go back to school. you know how tiring that is? at least htye shoud give a rest day for the students! they deserve it! i didn't go for the morning classes, i just stayed home and rested and did some laundry. so from 7am to 1pm, i stayed in the house doing "stuff". i went to school in the afternoon, and i asked my classmates who came for the morning classes. nicky told me that there were like 11 students in the room out of the 32 in our class!! classes dragged on, physics and values came and passed, baabble babble. then came filipino!! guess what that means for us foreigners?? run out of the class and do tsimis outside or in the library!! it was so fun spending time with the peeps, nicky, dominic, princess, and other people, just talking and being superbulala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't have school tomorrow, we're going to have this career choosing seminar thing in the auditorium from 7:30 to 5:30. i hope it won't be that boring, but the exciting thing is that there were will be several schools (the seniors too) will be coming. i hope i will meet new cool people. i hope there will be some eye candy for me to look at. hahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, bad news, i don't have any pictures, out of everyone, NO ONE, brought a camera.&lt;br /&gt;so let's talk about camp. hmm...let me think.&lt;br /&gt;bottom line, it's the best and worst thing ever. read nicky's blog and you'll know what i mean. we're living in tents, cooking over wood fires. wood fires for every single meal, so that means after all the camp activities, at the end of the day, you and your tired body have to drag yourselves to build a fire and cook your rice and your viand. to make things worse, it rained EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. you know how hard it is cooking under the rain? you have no idea. and guess what we slept on? water beds!! my sleeping bag was kind of soaked, and parts of the floor of our tent were wet, so what did me and my tent mates do? we slept in this certain position, carefully crafted so we wouldn't hit the wet parts. the campsite was totally muddy, and sir selidio let some of them kids who brought pepsi snake crawl on the mud. and he has this whistle, and he has these different calls. once he starts blowing the whistle, everyone starts screaming and running to HQ. there are so many other things that happened at camp, but then i didn't write a journal. it was too lazy and to tired to write one. lucky nicky, she got to go home. lucky dominic, his lolo didn't let him go. the camping experience was really fun and tiring. when we finally reached MVC, i ran into the house. everything looked so different and clean, the house looked unusually big. i ran into the room and lovingly hugged my bed, walked into the CR and relieved myself. i now don't take things for granted. for once, i appreciated my nice bed, nice CR, and the comfortable and dry house. i am really more fortunate that most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of stories about camp, but then i will just tell you in person when i go back home. i will be there in exactly 2 weeks!! i can't wait. once i get there, it will be saturday, then i have to rush to the wedding on sunday. so many things happening. everything here is going perfect, except that stupid annoying clearance slip is tugging at my brain cords, the synapses in my brain are getting weaker just thinking of the clearance slip. i will try to finish it as soon as possible, so i won't have anything to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU AND MISS ALL OF YOU BACK HOME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3207036902137397781?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3207036902137397781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3207036902137397781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3207036902137397781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3207036902137397781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/camping-reminisence-randomness.html' title='Camping Reminisence. Randomness.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-9004719598649459876</id><published>2008-12-01T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:38:12.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book Game.</title><content type='html'>I should have done this some time ago, but oh well. here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;* Turn to page 57.* Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;* Post that sentence along with these instructions in a note to your wall, and post your sentence in a comment here as well. Include the title of book and author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The most important upshot of the special theory of relativity concerned the inert mass of corporeal systems."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of My Later Years&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-9004719598649459876?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/9004719598649459876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=9004719598649459876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/9004719598649459876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/9004719598649459876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-game.html' title='The Book Game.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-2869679833618515153</id><published>2008-12-01T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:06:00.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day Today. Nerds!!</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning, took a shower quickly, met up with my friends at the dorm, and went down to valencia. we had lots of shopping to do, we went t othe smelly *ahem* market, bought some bulad and vegetables, made our way to the supermarket, got a whole pack of noodles, canned foood, and this other whole bunch of processed food. (i hope we don't die eating processed food for a week, all the tuna and sardines.) ate at the food court, then made my way home. by the time i came here, i was over exhausted and i felt so tired. i just finished packing everything, but i hope i can survive this camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i'm worried about. can i hold my bowel for one whole week? wait, that's impossible, so i will probably have to poop in a little hole. ugh. and i thought that the public toilets in thailand were ugly. just pray for me, that i won't die from over stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye blogspot, goodbye people of the world! i won't be on here for a whole week, but i will be writing a journal so you guys know what i'm doing in the camp. i hope it doesn't rain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jsut got what i needed!! sugr high!! i found this really cheap cheap packets of nerds in the supermarket, it's only 21 pesos!! i was so happy i couldn't contain myself, i really wanted a sugar high but then i couldn't find aynthing good to make me high. but i bumped into the perfect thing! nerds!! i grabbed 2 from the shelf and ran down to the counter. it was so exciting!! it's like once in a blue moon that i get good candy, and i just gobbled it down because it felt "cheap" and it wasn't from states or singapore. it felt so good!! i usually nibble here nibble there my nerds but i seriously gulped everythng down!! whoo! my head started to spin and i realized i was sugar high!! it felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not wriitng much now and you'll probably see some mistakes in my typing, blam e the sugar. i miss every single one of you back home!! love you and miss all of you, and i pray that thailand will recover soo.. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-2869679833618515153?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2869679833618515153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=2869679833618515153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2869679833618515153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2869679833618515153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-day-today-nerds.html' title='My Day Today. Nerds!!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-6831007602006104877</id><published>2008-11-30T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:06:54.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-so-excitedness.</title><content type='html'>manong came for a visit tonight, i feel so happy, we spent some time talking just now..&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i have to wake up early and then get ready, at 7 i will leave for valencia, and then i'm going to go with my group/unit for market, and to buy some stuff for the camping. i can't wait for the camping, but at the same time i feel i don't want to go. it's a really wierd feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat some sugar. and i don't care in whatever form it comes. i need a sugar high. NOW. i don't know why, but i just need one now. shimona just reminded me of nutella, and i am dying to have some now. but too bad i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i go back home, i probably will have lots of fun talking and spending time with manong. the interns are having some camping seminar something something i really don't know, but the important thing is that manong is here. i updated him on all the tsimis (ahem ahem) going on here in MVC, because they are too busy with there heads into something to get the tsimis up here in MVC. my laundry mountain is gradually growing, and i plan to get rid of it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* it's drizzling outside. everything is so blah blah. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-6831007602006104877?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6831007602006104877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=6831007602006104877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6831007602006104877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6831007602006104877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-so-excitedness.html' title='Not-so-excitedness.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-4067344373747071129</id><published>2008-11-29T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:19:26.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/STIMrXPk7YI/AAAAAAAAARM/FOsF-wwvPFw/s1600-h/album-join-the-band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274292052717530498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/STIMrXPk7YI/AAAAAAAAARM/FOsF-wwvPFw/s320/album-join-the-band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to this song called Lullaby by Take Six, this awesome acapella group from oakwood university, they're adventist and they're very active in singing, they have been singing together for over 20 years and have won like multiple grammy awards. kuya tata played it, it sounded so good, and it made me think of mom, and home. nostalgia. the lyrics reminded me of mom caressing me gently and speaking to me softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lullaby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go to sleep, my darling child Then dream awhile, the sandman comes Oh, fold your hands, no need to fearJust say this prayer, the day is done Oh, oh Lord, keep us in Your arms Protect from all harm, near us please stay  And dear Lord, please give us new heartsGrant a brand new start, bless us we prayLullaby and goodnightLord, keep us in Your armsProtect from all harm, near us please stayAnd dear Lord, please give us new heartsGrant a brand new start, bless us we prayHey, hey little babyLittle baby child, go to sleep'Cause the Lord is near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-4067344373747071129?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4067344373747071129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=4067344373747071129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4067344373747071129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/4067344373747071129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday Night.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/STIMrXPk7YI/AAAAAAAAARM/FOsF-wwvPFw/s72-c/album-join-the-band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-8618908471779645067</id><published>2008-11-27T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:38:21.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>The world's most boring and most monotonous day is finally here. i won't write anything long, because i am not in that much of a mood to write. we had our math and science day today, so we went to the auditorium to have some activities. there were many, like the quiz bee and the other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get home, i have students to teach. then i have to clean my room and make it look neat for the sabbath. (kind of beats the whole point of making things neat when they're going to be messy again, i wonder why us humans are way too tidy.) i might not go to vespers tonight, i will stay home and sleep. i will go to church tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya tata came last night, and he's perfectly okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our camping is next week already! tuesday, it's coming up very very fast, i'll go to valencia with my unit this coming monday (monday here is holiday, it's Bonifacio Day) and buy some stuff for our unit, especially the food. i am going to nag people for pictures after the camping, so don't worry about any of the pictures. i will keep a small diary, so i won't lose track of anything interesting (anything interesting = tsismis). dominic isn't coming. :( so sad. i hope this camping thing will be fun. i know it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy sabbath to everyone back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. those protestors should leave the poor airport. NOW. grrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-8618908471779645067?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8618908471779645067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=8618908471779645067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8618908471779645067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8618908471779645067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3966870744084760339</id><published>2008-11-27T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:45:16.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Library. Clearance Slips. Thanksgiving?</title><content type='html'>Our MVCA library can be described in one word: USELESS. let me explain. first, the only useful things there are: a minority of the books, newspapers, and the ONLY mirror in the academy. we have 2 (TWO) computers for the whole school, (like around a hundred plus students) and the internet connection is not even that stable. and what makes it even more annoying is the requirements that ma'am canarecio gives during the signing of clearance. if you don't borrow the required amount of books, you either have to do some stupid and useless crappy project, or, she doesn't sign your clearance. and the books. don't get me started on the books. the books are like so damn ancient, way back from the 1950s. they were like years before my parents were born. they were probably using these books in THEIR library when they were here. the books are bound pitifully, the pages are yellow with age. some of them even have a huge stamp under the front cover, saying DISCARD. see what i mean? and they expect us to borrow these books? all of these books are like so old and outdated, and nothing at all in the library interests me. i read lots of books and am a very flexible reader, but i can't seem to understand why i can't find any books in the MVCA library that interest me. when we're bored or during filipino class, (if the gate is locked) me and dominic sometimes go to the library and look for stupid, funny and outdated books. one book tells you how to make new friends. and then another tells you how to look better, (they say if you want to make your shoulders look broader, use shoulder pads! for heaven's sake, even my grandpa doesn't use shoulder pads.) and all this other stuff. hahahahah!! it's hilarious and stupid. if they didn't force students to borrow books the librarian would probably be jobless. i mean, seriously. everyone borrows books because it's required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that i hate about here are the clearance slips. during examination time, you have this little small slip of paper filled with little blank spaces. each space is provided for every subject, including the DSF (dean of student finance). you have to get it all signed and get an exam pass OR ELSE, you cannot take the exam. i mean seriously, who started all this shit? i asked my aunt how long MVC has been with clearance slips, and she said when she was a student in MVC there were clearance slips. and the teachers give requirements. they go like "if you don't do this this this, or if you don't pay this this this, i will not sign your clearance." UGHH. it's so stressful, especially when the teachers give requirements? and their requirements are not that simple. there are reading logs to be done, portfolios, crafts, arts, scrapbooks, notes, all this shit! makes me want to cut myself. hahahaha! i am so not used to this stuff, i mean once you are a registered student of the school don't you have the full rights to take the exam? goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon today we had pathfinder assembly, and planned for camping. i am so excited, i will actually experience the real stuff. pray that i won't die. and by the way, i'm the unit guidon bearer, so lots of responsibility rests on me. i have to guard my unit guidon. if i fail to do so, and one of the officers in charge takes it, then our whole unit will be punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THOSE STUPID PROTESTORS!! GET OUT OF THE AIRPORT ALREADY! JESUS! how will i get to go home with all of you flooding into the airport, sulking and sulking for the prime minister to step down! don't you know there are so many other people in the world who are suffering because of you? i hope this problem gets solved soon, i hope the king intervenes, i hope no one dies from the violence. it's so sad to see thailand in this chaos. i think thailand is trying to copy the philippines. there are so many similarities. for the philippines, Erap was voted out, and the elected Gloria. now the people want Gloria down too. for thailand, Thaksin was also thrown out, and they have this new prime minister and the people want him to step down. it's like a cycle. this is kind of surprising, because i never expected it to be this horrible. just pray that the problem will be solved before me and manong's flight to bangkok. i will pray about it. pray for our flight too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's thanksgiving today, i know i'm complaining instead of being thankful. but then there are many things to be thankful about. i'm thankful to God that he's blessed me and that i'm still alive. i'm thankful i don't have appendicitis, i'm glad i have a family who loves me, i'm happy i'm blessed with great friends. i miss the thanksgiving dinners the school hold. i actually get to eat turkey! real turkey! all the stuff i eat here is sawdust food. lol, but i'm used to it now. i better get going now. i miss all of you!! i thank God for every each and one of you, and for the people back home, i am missing you more than ever! happy thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3966870744084760339?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3966870744084760339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3966870744084760339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3966870744084760339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3966870744084760339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-library-clearance-slips.html' title='Our Library. Clearance Slips. Thanksgiving?'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-5761194029626845740</id><published>2008-11-25T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:45:07.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Possessions. FIELD WORK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;did i spell that word right? or did i stick in too many s's? anyway, the night before yesterday, those people were possessed. yesterday morning, the phone rang at like 1. they were looking for my uncle. those people were possessed AGAIN, with more other people. goodness, when will these demons leave? i pity the pastors and the students that go there to help. i heard that there was this girl, she was so strong that they needed like 8 guys to pin her down. woah. if she kicked someone he probably would fly to france or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm kind of late on all the updating and stuff. yesterday, in the afternoon, for our TLE, we had to clear the grass, manually by hand. we are going to grow corn, and the field was plowed but there were still some weeds. so i just went with all of my classmates out there to chop the weeds. chop chop chop, sweat sweat. but finally it was done. here are some pictures, i got them via dominic's camera via nicky's blog. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4WpN9tVVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/oxxGQUcXr4E/s1600-h/IMG_4074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273177111076361554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4WpN9tVVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/oxxGQUcXr4E/s320/IMG_4074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4W2FIHquI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bgomt0XvowE/s1600-h/IMG_4077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4W2FIHquI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bgomt0XvowE/s320/IMG_4077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273177332042410722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4W9xfHc-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/AJk2OyfnC-E/s1600-h/IMG_4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4W9xfHc-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/AJk2OyfnC-E/s320/IMG_4073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273177464209109986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4XGUZU0SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2yAy1Y302N0/s1600-h/IMG_4080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4XGUZU0SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2yAy1Y302N0/s320/IMG_4080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273177611019014434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4XPV_J4EI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G5ZyHkiY1lY/s1600-h/IMG_4102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4XPV_J4EI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G5ZyHkiY1lY/s320/IMG_4102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273177766064939074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4XWSoTy3I/AAAAAAAAARE/ZL2rlajJy9E/s1600-h/IMG_4068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4XWSoTy3I/AAAAAAAAARE/ZL2rlajJy9E/s320/IMG_4068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273177885422898034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the loo in our class. enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at night, i had a facial!! hahaha it was just for fun, we had nothing to do, the whole family was not home, so it was only 4 of us house people. so when the cat is out, the mouse play! we started cooking and making juice and doing facials and playing music, it was so fun. every car passing by made our skin jump. i had a facial of oats, eggs, and milk! in the morning my face was all like hard and i couldn't smile properly, the egg was tugging at my face. it was such a relief to get that stuff off, but that facial really does do work! i'm so happy ate joy showed me how. hahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ignore the date deceptions, i started out a draft and worked from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i heard the protestors closed down the airport in thailand? update me please friends back home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-5761194029626845740?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5761194029626845740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=5761194029626845740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5761194029626845740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/5761194029626845740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-possessions-field-work.html' title='More Possessions. FIELD WORK!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SS4WpN9tVVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/oxxGQUcXr4E/s72-c/IMG_4074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-6665014103567559328</id><published>2008-11-25T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:04:32.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day. Nicky!</title><content type='html'>So this is how my day went. My aunt came into my room. and flicked on the light. man, that startled me, she never does that. she sounded really worried and stuff. i then just groaned and lied down. i heard the car go out of the driveway. i dragged myself out of bed, and took a hot shower! one of the once-in-a-while luxuries. i then talked to my housemates and they said that kuya tata had a severe stomach ache and they were taking him to the hospital in valencia. i was like woah and stuff. got dressed for school, had some breakfast. walked out, and prepared myself for another boring day. and don't say that i'm being negative, but it really was boring. there was this new student teacher who took over our math class. he kept on mumbling, and i couldn't understand a single word he was saying. after math was computer, and we had 2 consecutive periods, which is 2 hours. but then the hydro burst again! hahahaha no electricity until 1. greeatt. i then walked around with princess, dominic, KC and trixy. we had lots of time to waste. we then settled down at the "fast food". we then played music on our phones and competed who was the loudest. it was really fun, like eating and talking about bulala things. it was so stupid and kind of embarassing, they were playing all this music. if you do this in bangkok, the people are going to give you like really cold stares that will freeze you. seriously. lunch came, ate, walked out, braced myself for physics. WHAT?? NO PHYSICS? greeat. another free period. after physics was filipino. no class again for us "foreigners". so me, nicky, and dominic just went to our library (i'll blog on that later, i have LOTS to say about our library) and read newspapers and talked chikka. i really love talking to nicky and dominic. they're so fun, and at least i know that there are other BIGGER (ahemahem) complainers here with me and we feel the same way, which is we want to go back home. people here think us foreigners are wierd. rigght, until we bring YOU to our friends. YOU're going to be the BIGGER wierdo. we talked and talked, and after that we had values. values. sir selidio (the T and F guy, grrrr) told us to read our lesson because he was planning to give us a quiz. but then suddenly this girl in this green outfit went throug the door and said that she was going to give the students forms to fill up and we were going to evaluate the teachers. it was fun, like being anonymous and writing all this stuff, ranking and encircling like really low numbers in some categories, and blurting out bulala stuff. that took one whole period, and everyone was like ecstatic that our quiz was postponed. after values was work education. here, for work ed, you can choose either to sing, OR to work. and by work, i mean pulling weeds, cleaning and stuff. but anyway, they don't have janitors and "maids" here to do the cleaning for us. we each have our cleaning schedule. we have to sweep the room and clean the toilet. my cleaning schedule is tomorrow, so yeah. and if you don't clean they will fine you. so damn gay ass. hahahaha right before work ed, i went to ma'am lucagbo to ask about my filipino grade. i was wondering, in the first grading i got 78, and in the second grading in got only 79. and i was a student teacher for a week, so that means all of us student teachers are exempted from all exams. when i asked ma'am lucagbo, she said that sir pagunsan, before he resigned, he didn't pass in the grades. don't ask why he resigned. it's a long story. anyway, the final decision for the second grading grade was to increase the first grading grade by 1 percent. come ON! so disappointing. then came work ed. we were all forced into the library and we had to sing these christmas songs. it sounded like broadway music, seriously, i was laughing so hard and making bulala actions. it's actually for our "christmas presentation". went home, slept, woke up, got a call from my auntie. she said that kuya tata was fine, his appendix burst, and he underwent surgery. wheew, lots of stuff happened today. there is a lot more, but then my hands are frozen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the people who were posessed last night, i think there were 9 of them. my uncle came home around 10 last night. he said they were screaming, shouting and groaning and talking with a really deep voice.they were like, "WE'RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE!!" scary.... and all of them were girls. it started out with only two, and the others started crying and they were scared, so it jumped too. my uncle says that it is a chain reaction. then they kept on praying and singing, until all of them calmed down. i told my uncle that these things never happen back home, and i never witnessed anything supernatural before. my uncle was like, well why didn't you come? hahahaha!! well i would have, if...... idk i probably would be too freaked out to react in any way. one thing you should know, when someone gets possessed here in MVC, it's like a circus. it's like everyone goes there to help. not help pray, but help WATCH. filipinos are just natural chees mees people. tsktsk. but i'm glad those girls are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicky moved her blog from friendster to BLOGGER!! yehey! you guys back home should read it, she's a very active blogger too, and she's one of my good friends, we hang out a lot. reading her blog should give you a glimpse of MVCA from a different perspective. although we share many similarities, (nicole is quite a nodder, when i complain or make a statement, she nods here head and goes "i know right? she's so supportive =D ) All the stuff in her blog is also dedicated to egyptology, a subject in which she loves. i always have been fascinated by egyptology too. just read her blog, it's fun to read and you will find out some other things that are happening in MVC. http://nicky-me-chauvei.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually supposed to be doing my homework now, but i will finish it by tonight. my hands are like really frozen. seriously. i'm walking out now. missing all of you back home, as usual! man, this was a long post. one of the longest ever in my blog life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-6665014103567559328?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6665014103567559328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=6665014103567559328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6665014103567559328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6665014103567559328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-day-nicky.html' title='My Day. Nicky!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3647229999126273289</id><published>2008-11-24T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:46:18.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exorcise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i was looking at my blog just now, and i read ate lerie's comment. just so you know ate lerie, your comments always brighten up my day! i am feeling this jolt of energy running through me. thanks for the comment! really appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, just now i was having dinner with my uncle at home. we had some soup noodle thingie, pak boong, and jackfruit. my uncle don is a doctor of theology, and my auntie is a CI (clinical instructor) in the school of nursing. while we were eating, the phone suddenly wrang and on the other end there was this hysterial person saying that i there were like 5 people posessed? my uncle hurriedly finished his dinner and then drove to the auditorium. i don't know any of the details, but i will look for chikka and chees mees tomorrow and then i will update you guys on what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know it's kind of wierd like how these things always happen in MVC, a really "holy" place. but then for all my life, in BIC and in bangkok, i never encountered anything supernatural. at all. i never ever saw a possessed person in my life. my auntie says that many people get "possessed for a reason", some people fake it so other people will pity them and they will be popular, in other people's case, the person's imagination grows wild and you do stuff that you don't usually do. i read about this guy somewhere on the internet in which he could lift objects and manipulate stuff with the power of his mind? i think his name is Miroslaw Magola. he neglects having any supernatural powers whatsoever. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SSqh9EuquEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a8-5RvSIyvk/s1600-h/20f8b6d929f0a0ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272204384404158530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SSqh9EuquEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a8-5RvSIyvk/s320/20f8b6d929f0a0ba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm probably going to be like watching my back in case some maniac guy jumps up on me. kinda scary though, to think about it. MVC is a freaky place, it really is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3647229999126273289?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3647229999126273289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3647229999126273289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3647229999126273289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3647229999126273289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/exorcise.html' title='Exorcise?'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SSqh9EuquEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a8-5RvSIyvk/s72-c/20f8b6d929f0a0ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-2684107565317268462</id><published>2008-11-23T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:17:08.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feverish. Tired.</title><content type='html'>today i woke up, it was raining. i didn't go to school for half day, but then i went in the afternoon at 1, the other half of school. i feel so tired and cold. goodness, it sucks to be feverish. i was on facebook on my phone this morning, doing stuff. got a call from mom yesterday, and i am missing home more than ever. i can't wait to go there. but then once i get there i have to rush to mission college for the wedding. and like a day or two after the wedding ate lerie will go off with her hubby to singapore. i feel so happy for her that she's going to get married and start a family (i hope) so i can have little brothers and sisters. but then i also feel so sad that she has to go, and who knows when i will see her again. it's like i'll be running over to the house and not see her there anymore. i don't even want to think about it. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to have our pathfinder camping soon, and it's like the survival camping style, it's like no stoves, only firewood, and you have to bring water, dig holes to shit in. ahahahaha, the camping here is so different from the camping back home, where you stay in this little comfy room with your room mates, air con, toilet, and nice bed to sleep in. ahhh hai. just pray that i won't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing that's so stupid, for my values 3rd semi periodic grading exam, the instructions said write true or false on the space provided. I wrote T F for every single one of the 14 numbers. he was like if they wrote T or F, mark it wrong. GOD!! i was ready to rip his face off. i got EVERY SINGLE ANSWER RIGHT. i could have whipped 14 points of theat exam. just like that. the same thing happened to dominic, i was like sooo pissed. FOR PETE'S SAKE, THEY'RE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT LETTERS!! (unless you're dyslexic or have a major brain aneurysm.) T stands for true, and F stands for false. what else would T stand for, "thank you lord?" what else would F stand for, "fun"? this is like so stressful. why do they have to be so picky with the instructions? don't give me that guilt trip sermon where they go like "what if you were a nurse and the doctor told you to give 10 CC of amotherasfgivjaveaeroanotrismethaphine whatever and you ended up giving A THOUSAND cc of that stuff." THEY'RE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SITUATIONS, GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know right, i'm quite a complainer, but i can't do anything but to live with it. missing all of you back home more than ever! HUGS to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-2684107565317268462?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2684107565317268462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=2684107565317268462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2684107565317268462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/2684107565317268462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/feverish-tired.html' title='Feverish. Tired.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-6898444086960764396</id><published>2008-11-20T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T05:09:18.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Prayer.</title><content type='html'>We are now having our week of prayer, and the speaker is really cool and stuff. it's just that tonight, a singing group was on stage and they were singing this really cool gospel song, he's got the whole world in his hands and it sounded good, and there was this black guy in the congregation, he suddenly stood up and started dancing. =______________________=. and after the song, he went like WHOO!! i know it's normal and everything in their culture but then it's kind of a shock to see that here in MVC. mvc is so strict about everything, the way you dress, the way you act, relationships, all that shit. It's kind of stressful somtimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting kidn of cold outside and i need someone to hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-6898444086960764396?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6898444086960764396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=6898444086960764396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6898444086960764396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/6898444086960764396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-of-prayer.html' title='Week of Prayer.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3013879338765484593</id><published>2008-11-17T22:00:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:11:23.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired.</title><content type='html'>i was listening to music and stuff, and stmbl,ed upon this song, called "just like a star" by corinne bailey rae. soo nice you guys have to listen to it, the song is like so my type, look it up on youtube or listen to it somewhere, you have to listen to it and then you'll know what i'm talking about. the lyrics are sweet too. LISTEN TO IT!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like A Star&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a star across my sky, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like an angel off the page, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have appeared to my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Feel like I'll never be the same, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a song in my heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like oil on my hands, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.. I do love you, Still i wonder why it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I don't argue like this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With anyone but you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do it all the time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing out my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You've got this look i can't describe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me feel like I'm alive, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everything else is a fade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without a doubt you're on my side, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven has been away too long, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't find the words to write this song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Oh.,.. Your love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still i wonder why it is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't argue like this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With anyone but you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do it all the time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing out my mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have come to understand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way it is, It's not a secret anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 'cause we've been through that before, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From tonight I know that you're the only one, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been confused and in the dark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Now I understand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder why it is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't argue like this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With anyone but you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder why it is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wont let my guard down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For anyone but you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do it all the time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing out my mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just like an angel off the page, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have appeared to my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a song in my heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like oil on my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3013879338765484593?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3013879338765484593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3013879338765484593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3013879338765484593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3013879338765484593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/inspired.html' title='inspired.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-7125018397751046717</id><published>2008-11-17T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:49:19.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally. An entry.</title><content type='html'>I have been soo damn busy lately and i have no time to do anything. tsk, i can't wait to go home!! i just printed my flight info, and i'm so excited!! i'm kinda lazy to type and do stuff but i will update all of you soon on what's going on here. missing all of you more than ever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-7125018397751046717?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7125018397751046717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=7125018397751046717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7125018397751046717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7125018397751046717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-entry.html' title='Finally. An entry.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-1079000589790133866</id><published>2008-11-13T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:26:07.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Blogging!</title><content type='html'>I was surfing the net, and OMG!! i saw this thing titled the 10 most unique lakes of our world. and then popped this picture of this beautiful falls. it reminded me of fairytopia mermadia, seriously. it is soo pretty. i have to visit this place before i die, and you can assure yourself that i will take lots of pictures!!! it's soooooo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0Y5W6rj4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/jLfXvhwWoZM/s1600-h/a274_Plitvice_Lakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0Y5W6rj4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/jLfXvhwWoZM/s400/a274_Plitvice_Lakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268394512776662914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Plitvice Lakes are a series of sixteen lakes interconnected by spectacular waterfalls, set in a deep woodland and populated by deers, bears, wolves, boars and rare bird species. A UNESCO World Heritage Site, the lakes are renowned for their distinctive colours, ranging from azure to green, grey or blue. The colours change constantly depending on the quantity of minerals or organisms in the water and the angle of sunlight. see what i mean? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;click on the picture&lt;/span&gt; for a bigger image, i am so in love with this place. *dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-1079000589790133866?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1079000589790133866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=1079000589790133866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1079000589790133866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1079000589790133866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-blogging.html' title='Photo Blogging!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0Y5W6rj4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/jLfXvhwWoZM/s72-c/a274_Plitvice_Lakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-9159288026458225765</id><published>2008-11-13T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:06:42.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fecktures Fecture.</title><content type='html'>So these are the pictures of the butterfly garden and the crocodile farm. but some of the guys saw this paint ball thingie in front so jumped in and played. it was so fun!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0T7OqvquI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2-4B1_9KP9c/s1600-h/DSCN1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0T7OqvquI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2-4B1_9KP9c/s320/DSCN1703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268389047363939042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0TcgoCoRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MP3Y0Ptdu_w/s1600-h/DSCN1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0TcgoCoRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MP3Y0Ptdu_w/s320/DSCN1731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268388519608492306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0R5ET4eII/AAAAAAAAAPo/ofvIx3My7Ws/s1600-h/DSCN1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0R5ET4eII/AAAAAAAAAPo/ofvIx3My7Ws/s320/DSCN1724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268386811200698498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0RmUmGzsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aLnKSDtHwaI/s1600-h/DSCN1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0RmUmGzsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aLnKSDtHwaI/s320/DSCN1721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268386489154588354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cool friend dominic trying to look cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0RKy7LjGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ikRknxbl-Vg/s1600-h/DSCN1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0RKy7LjGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ikRknxbl-Vg/s320/DSCN1735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268386016259705954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0Q3vEoieI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qQCJbUAzqgM/s1600-h/DSCN1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0Q3vEoieI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qQCJbUAzqgM/s320/DSCN1740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268385688808098274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0QkMC6F4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/siP2MjNEO7A/s1600-h/DSCN1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0QkMC6F4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/siP2MjNEO7A/s320/DSCN1741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268385352988104578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0QClGxCzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EtHrwlbZncM/s1600-h/DSCN1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0QClGxCzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EtHrwlbZncM/s320/DSCN1742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268384775599622962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0PvfK5MUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zEtDSwkWY2I/s1600-h/DSCN1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0PvfK5MUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zEtDSwkWY2I/s320/DSCN1744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268384447588806978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0PR35r1ZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4oKzXuRCPZY/s1600-h/DSCN1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0PR35r1ZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4oKzXuRCPZY/s320/DSCN1745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268383938831439250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0O029czjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_q7qU9_bRes/s1600-h/DSCN1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0O029czjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_q7qU9_bRes/s320/DSCN1746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268383440362589746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their long necks scare me.. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0OO_tJUcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/txIfdedlSfQ/s1600-h/DSCN1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0OO_tJUcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/txIfdedlSfQ/s320/DSCN1747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268382789875093954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0NvlcB7fI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pSXpRMDKbZU/s1600-h/DSCN1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0NvlcB7fI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pSXpRMDKbZU/s320/DSCN1751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268382250248039922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0NNPRy0fI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9U8tGjhqPJU/s1600-h/DSCN1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0NNPRy0fI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9U8tGjhqPJU/s320/DSCN1754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268381660183974386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk, the butterflies are doing something naughty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0MzPrMJaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NgMY2TtWsYk/s1600-h/DSCN1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0MzPrMJaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NgMY2TtWsYk/s320/DSCN1755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268381213613893026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-9159288026458225765?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/9159288026458225765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=9159288026458225765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/9159288026458225765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/9159288026458225765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/fecktures-fecture.html' title='Fecktures Fecture.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SR0T7OqvquI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2-4B1_9KP9c/s72-c/DSCN1703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-8194928846149795409</id><published>2008-11-13T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:39:26.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated.</title><content type='html'>I have tried uploading pictures, and it took me like an hour and 30 minutes to upload the ones down there (i know, pitiful), so i'll just upload the pictures from our pictures little by little. kudos! (: *gulps down anti-frustration medicine*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-8194928846149795409?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8194928846149795409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=8194928846149795409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8194928846149795409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/8194928846149795409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-7275762349756297113</id><published>2008-11-13T04:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:36:50.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE FECKTURES.</title><content type='html'>This is where we stayed, the hope mountain. we took these pictures before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwaHzEncxI/AAAAAAAAANw/0GJb2peUkao/s1600-h/DSCN1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268114385387614994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwaHzEncxI/AAAAAAAAANw/0GJb2peUkao/s320/DSCN1764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwZOzUokFI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZO25iTo51Zo/s1600-h/DSCN1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268113406202253394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwZOzUokFI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZO25iTo51Zo/s320/DSCN1765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwYZbEY09I/AAAAAAAAANg/uHYFwqfyJIc/s1600-h/DSCN1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268112489158595538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwYZbEY09I/AAAAAAAAANg/uHYFwqfyJIc/s320/DSCN1767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwXvz3TCgI/AAAAAAAAANY/sLsgG2Vd9SA/s1600-h/DSCN1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268111774260070914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwXvz3TCgI/AAAAAAAAANY/sLsgG2Vd9SA/s320/DSCN1768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-7275762349756297113?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7275762349756297113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=7275762349756297113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7275762349756297113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7275762349756297113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-fecktures.html' title='MORE FECKTURES.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwaHzEncxI/AAAAAAAAANw/0GJb2peUkao/s72-c/DSCN1764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3359661800779853603</id><published>2008-11-12T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:01:45.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FECKTURES!!!</title><content type='html'>So this is the chaotic bus scene on the way from davao back to MVC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwUfEG9mUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uSiFLUn8igU/s1600-h/DSCN1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268108188028082498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwUfEG9mUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uSiFLUn8igU/s320/DSCN1865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it was not a very pretty bus, but at least it got us to davao. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRvbMVoOZGI/AAAAAAAAANI/FQiNbp3vVAg/s1600-h/DSCN1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268045194150700130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRvbMVoOZGI/AAAAAAAAANI/FQiNbp3vVAg/s320/DSCN1866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; marielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRva0pF8arI/AAAAAAAAANA/sK8AGxD31XQ/s1600-h/DSCN1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268044787058764466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRva0pF8arI/AAAAAAAAANA/sK8AGxD31XQ/s320/DSCN1867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; malcolm. snapsnap. wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRvZ-YOFhTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/IZiLsPwK1ck/s1600-h/DSCN1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268043854816576818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRvZ-YOFhTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/IZiLsPwK1ck/s320/DSCN1467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRvZe_7e_bI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3V_CP0AUfy4/s1600-h/DSCN1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268043315720158642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRvZe_7e_bI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3V_CP0AUfy4/s320/DSCN1465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRvZLm93CZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-Vu9ElG8gJE/s1600-h/DSCN1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268042982601722258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRvZLm93CZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-Vu9ElG8gJE/s320/DSCN1464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what are they doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRvYjRTI8lI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TzUNq06DTzo/s1600-h/DSCN1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268042289590628946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRvYjRTI8lI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TzUNq06DTzo/s320/DSCN1463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and nick, i look completely dazed and my hair is standing up on an end because i just woke up...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRmF7STQjGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dzm5T82nYcs/s1600-h/DSCN1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267388492757896290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRmF7STQjGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dzm5T82nYcs/s320/DSCN1462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jocklin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRmE9qKCstI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KksBHmRZroY/s1600-h/DSCN1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267387434009801426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRmE9qKCstI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KksBHmRZroY/s320/DSCN1461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gay and lin!! she's hiding behind the pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRmEdjSACcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hx7ABhqGdLY/s1600-h/DSCN1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267386882408319426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRmEdjSACcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hx7ABhqGdLY/s320/DSCN1460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just them girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRmD8Du0XuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c0x3ZfJV_LE/s1600-h/DSCN1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267386307003571938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRmD8Du0XuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c0x3ZfJV_LE/s320/DSCN1459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KC and rizA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRmDUdKKFZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cvLWK1p5D9E/s1600-h/DSCN1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267385626634360210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRmDUdKKFZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cvLWK1p5D9E/s320/DSCN1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                            kulot and trixy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3359661800779853603?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3359661800779853603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3359661800779853603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3359661800779853603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3359661800779853603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/fecktures.html' title='FECKTURES!!!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRwUfEG9mUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uSiFLUn8igU/s72-c/DSCN1865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-1265825871141540925</id><published>2008-11-12T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:31:10.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi Periodic Exam. Homesickness.</title><content type='html'>we are having our semi periodic exams now, they're not that hard, they're actually easy. i feel a bit homesick now, i can't believe in like less that a few weeks i'll be back home again! i can't wait. missing everyone back home more than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-1265825871141540925?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1265825871141540925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=1265825871141540925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1265825871141540925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/1265825871141540925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/semi-periodic-exam-homesickness.html' title='Semi Periodic Exam. Homesickness.'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3733535604908279504</id><published>2008-11-09T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:28:29.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER UPDATE!!!</title><content type='html'>haven't been on blogger in like forever, since last week so my fingers are like so itchy to write something to update the people of the world of my life here, esp the trip to davao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, monday night, i woke up at like 4, prepared stuff and finalized all my things, wore my uniform and then walked out. opened the door, the foggy cold air of MVC hit my face and refreshed me a bit, since i didn't take a shower. lol anyway, we reached the buses in the adminsitration and then waited. the whole scene was filled with the sound of excited students that can't wait to go for their field trip. we boarded the bus, got everything ready, prayed, and then went on our journey. and man, is davao far. it is really far. on the way ther,e it was so damned friggin dusty and my face and hair was like filled with all this dust, my shirt looked like a rag and it was so hot. you can imagine how stressful this can be. but then, thanks to nick, we listened to music on his phone and took some pictures and just all around sitting. my ass hurt so bad from sitting too long. we then stopped on the way to buy food for breakfast and then continued on the way. nothing much to see though, only trees and sugarcane and cows. i slept a bit, and i woke up and then had fun being a bit naughty, taking pictures of people sleeping. i even managed to take a picture of sir canarecio sleeping!! mwahahaha (sir canarecio and his wife were our sponsors for our trip, he is our school principal and kind of strict but he's really fun to be with). we reached davao, and our first stop was the science centrum. we went into a labyrinth of little sois and then when we reached the place i was like is this it???!?? it was like this building in the middle of nowhere, with some goats running around grazing. =__________________=&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, that's where our first stop was. inside it was not too bad, had little cool displays on science, but i think it was for little kids but it was still fun. after that we went back to the bus and went to the place where we were going to spend the night. the place where we were going to stay was called hope mountain, this baptist place where they built to have seminars. it was a really really really really nice place, and it felt just like a dormitory. bunk beds everywhere, sleeping late (i think us guys slept at like 1?). after we settled out for a while we then made our way to GAP (no, not the clothes shop), it's like a park. it's a really nice one, and there are like lots of statues and whatever. after GAP we went to the croc farm/butterfly garden. had fun there too, and to make it even funner, there was a paint ball arena right in front of the thingie!! i played one game, and man was it fun. after the croc farm/bird farm to more like, we then went to the butterfly garden. magical. hahahhaa, i know it's the fairytopia creeping up on me again. so here are some shots of the place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRaoFZDHvrI/AAAAAAAAALA/0shA2UXm2Uc/s1600-h/CTC-2183-image14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266581624833162930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRaoFZDHvrI/AAAAAAAAALA/0shA2UXm2Uc/s320/CTC-2183-image14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRaoTx2do1I/AAAAAAAAALI/ekMd9NvPWoI/s1600-h/CTC-2183-image13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266581872009126738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRaoTx2do1I/AAAAAAAAALI/ekMd9NvPWoI/s320/CTC-2183-image13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRaoatTcDhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3P7uMwqaQM8/s1600-h/CTC-2183-image11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266581991047564818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRaoatTcDhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3P7uMwqaQM8/s320/CTC-2183-image11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRaokgoETII/AAAAAAAAALY/zX-CO3Kbo_Q/s1600-h/CTC-2183-image9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266582159443119234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRaokgoETII/AAAAAAAAALY/zX-CO3Kbo_Q/s320/CTC-2183-image9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRaotWvxSrI/AAAAAAAAALg/OnE7OIoqgyM/s1600-h/CTC-2183-image8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266582311409896114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRaotWvxSrI/AAAAAAAAALg/OnE7OIoqgyM/s320/CTC-2183-image8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRao5MRET2I/AAAAAAAAALo/3UxqLSDdjHE/s1600-h/CTC-2183-image7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266582514755194722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRao5MRET2I/AAAAAAAAALo/3UxqLSDdjHE/s320/CTC-2183-image7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRao_rMDfKI/AAAAAAAAALw/SgeIirRUo7Y/s1600-h/CTC-2183-image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266582626134883490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRao_rMDfKI/AAAAAAAAALw/SgeIirRUo7Y/s320/CTC-2183-image6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to SM, this really really really really nice mall, where i can buy botique stuff that won't blow a hole through my wallet. btw, maa'm canarecio LOVES to shop so we had an added bonus, we stayed at SM until it closed!! woo hoo!! i bought some shirts, cologne, and something for ate lerie and kuya bayu!! (: after SM (it was around 9pm when we left) we made our way back to Hope Mountain. took a bath, strolled around the place, (it's really nice, basta) diddled here diddled there and before i knew it, it was like 1. felt so exhausted, slept. then one of the girls texted us guys to come out and see, because they said they heard that something/someone was walking on their roof? ijust stayed in bed, i felt so tired. lol but none of the guys went either so no one really knows what was IT. woke up early, around 5, jumped into my school uniform, and got ready to go to the school of the blind. went ot the school of the blind, no people there beacuse the kids were having their break. greeat. but then instead of the school of the blind thingie, we went ot the people's park, a really nice place on the davao coast. it's soo super duper nice there. and there was like this huge statue replica of david, with the sea in the background. awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRahYb1ivBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PuxjmLQzNBk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266574255417637906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRahYb1ivBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PuxjmLQzNBk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the park, we then went back to SM. yeah baby! ate there, window shopped, walked around, it was so fun. stayed at SM until like 2:30, after that went to the coca cola bottler's philippines!! here are some shots of SM Davao.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRalPKIMttI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PKW0zqlX5m4/s1600-h/sminside05.jpg"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266578494091736786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRalPKIMttI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PKW0zqlX5m4/s320/sminside05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRal5yXKz5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/pBvotV-xkNo/s1600-h/sminside04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266579226446450578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRal5yXKz5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/pBvotV-xkNo/s320/sminside04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRamXlu74sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4kuxZLCouwg/s1600-h/sminside03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266579738452550338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRamXlu74sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4kuxZLCouwg/s320/sminside03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRamnNMUd4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/TxQK6oLIeRM/s1600-h/sminside02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266580006742816642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRamnNMUd4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/TxQK6oLIeRM/s320/sminside02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRamwWRFT3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/kg0fm_RLecs/s1600-h/sminside01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266580163797536626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRamwWRFT3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/kg0fm_RLecs/s320/sminside01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRam6mZ-90I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ucaWxWrdgvs/s1600-h/smcinema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266580339928528706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRam6mZ-90I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ucaWxWrdgvs/s320/smcinema.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRanJI70Q6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/WVHbny9WQVo/s1600-h/DSCF0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266580589715407778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRanJI70Q6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/WVHbny9WQVo/s320/DSCF0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the coca cola plant was really cool, listened to every single thing. it looked like very much a typical factory, with the assembly lines and the moving stuff and noisy machinery. here is the plant (that's not us, i just grabbed it off somewhere, i don't have a camera, so sad)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRann9BYZsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IUhnB74R8J8/s1600-h/cv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266581119093466818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRann9BYZsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IUhnB74R8J8/s320/cv3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after the factory, we made our way back to MVC. again, encountered the heat and the shitty dust. reached MVC around 9:30PM, made my way to the shower, and that water was soo black from all that dust. that was quite a field trip. i had field trips before but i never had one where we actually spent the night somwhere. lmao!! i couldn't believe i had to go to school the next morning. school was fine, we got to wear the nice brand new clothes we bought from SM. went back home, sabbath preparation, taught my students. i didn't go to church on sabbath, just stayed home and slept all day. it felt so good. woke up this morning, did general cleaning, taught my students at 3:00PM, and made my way here. so yeah. that's about it. just ask if you don't understand anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah, i was lying down again on my bed thinking. about thailand. and ate lerie is leaving on the 23 of dec?? woah. but few weeks more, and then we'll see each other, including mom and everyone else. love all of you back home! missing all of you more than ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3733535604908279504?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3733535604908279504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3733535604908279504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3733535604908279504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3733535604908279504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-update.html' title='SUPER UPDATE!!!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SRaoFZDHvrI/AAAAAAAAALA/0shA2UXm2Uc/s72-c/CTC-2183-image14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-7335006654756162784</id><published>2008-11-04T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:08:26.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHH!!!</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is the field trip and i am so excited!! can't wait to go to davao, to see stuff. the field tr4ips here are really cool because they're like overnight and we actually get to spend a night there so it's liked double the fun!! and what makes it even more fun is when i get to splurge!!! mwahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm, today was a bit weird, it's just plain funny. it's like there is this girl in the academy, she's weird, i mean really weird. so then i was not listening in economics class, BORING!!! just doodled around with dominic on papers and then i also had this little paper where i wrote and drew everything that just came to my mind. so i was thinking of rihanna's song take a bow, and then i wrote:&lt;br /&gt;"talkin bout girl i love you you're the one..."&lt;br /&gt;then i kept on doodling. after that, i didn't want to keep the paper so i gave it to her. and what she wrote beside it? i love you to. (*________________*)&lt;br /&gt;then we passed notes to each other, the paper is in my bag, i will type it up here later, but it was absolutely funny, she is like living in this lover dream world, she's like "i used to love you before but then my love for you disappeared." she's weird, ask anyone. LMAO, i was like, do you love me? just to play along..keep on reading, it's absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got to sleep early, have to wake up early, assembly time is at 4:30, damn. aight! peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-7335006654756162784?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7335006654756162784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=7335006654756162784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7335006654756162784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/7335006654756162784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehh.html' title='EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHH!!!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951949637620494761.post-3853546353428246280</id><published>2008-11-03T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:37:48.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitedness!</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is the fieldtrip, at last i can get out of this mvca in the middle of the jungle school and smell some car smoke and see some concrete. it's computer class again, and there is no teacher, so it's free surfing, facbook-ing, and blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have to pack and then wake up early tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was looking at stuff, and i just wanted to share this thingie with you, i was snickering, i mean 100 billion dollar bill? come on!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SQ_CSuRjUpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Z2d3fHEgr68/s1600-h/a236_zimb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SQ_CSuRjUpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Z2d3fHEgr68/s400/a236_zimb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264640116334482066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think the American economy is bad, take heart that it’s nowhere near the ultra-super-hyperinflation in Zimbabwe, once one of the richest countries in Africa. The country’s central bank has recently issued a Z$100 billion note (yes, Z$100,000,000,000). So, what would a Z$100 billion note buy you? About two loaves of bread (it won’t even get you lunch - you’d need at least Z$250 billion for lunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this year, the country ravaged by hyperinflation has been forced to print 100-million, 250-million and 500-million notes in rapid succession. All of them are now almost worthless. has become common now for Zimbabweans to talk of their daily expenses in trillions (one trillion is 12 zeros).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, awesome right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951949637620494761-3853546353428246280?l=loquaciousrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3853546353428246280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951949637620494761&amp;postID=3853546353428246280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3853546353428246280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951949637620494761/posts/default/3853546353428246280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquaciousrj.blogspot.com/2008/11/excitedness.html' title='Excitedness!'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07702143034924236451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SOSNQ0FL70I/AAAAAAAAABI/34LGp86Imfo/S220/n563607378_596187_6990.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BHAchXTT7Y/SQ_CSuRjUpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Z2d3fHEgr68/s72-c/a236_zimb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
