<?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-8718446</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:26:04.973+09:00</updated><title type='text'>.supposed former infatuation junkie.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12381518190937108206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://www.laruku.com/instruments/hyde/gretsch01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718446.post-113984729881073111</id><published>2006-02-14T01:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:14:59.266+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you.</title><content type='html'>Ayoko nang mabihag muli&lt;br /&gt;ng mga tanikalang iyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na, ayoko na, ayoko na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit hindi ko rin matiis&lt;br /&gt;ang mawalay sa piling&lt;br /&gt;ng mga ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapaglinlang, at alam ko'y di dapat&lt;br /&gt;ngunit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngunit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako'y nagpapakahangal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://luna-pie.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718446-113984729881073111?l=dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/113984729881073111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718446&amp;postID=113984729881073111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/113984729881073111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/113984729881073111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-you.html' title='Hey you.'/><author><name>a psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12381518190937108206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://www.laruku.com/instruments/hyde/gretsch01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718446.post-112541462987251994</id><published>2005-08-31T00:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T00:10:29.873+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A heavy price to pay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;26 August 2005 Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Friday and classes were crammed into shortened periods. Under normal circumstances it would be a cause of celebration for me, but not this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;This was when our first Chemistry long test for the second quarter was scheduled. I fear this day, not because I suck at Chemistry, nor was I intimidated by the lessons. I was afraid I might come in late, like I always do. I didn't want to reduce the only 40 minutes we had to answer the long test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might foresee now what happened during that day. I came in twenty minutes late, so I only get half the time when I was supposed to be answering the test. Tragic, yes. I was panicking like hell, I don't know if I was even thinking clearly. I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't get anything right in that test. The topic was about Simple Stoichiometry, and I knew quite well that there were so many things to bear in mind-- moles, grams, molar mass, limiting reagents, percent yields...the list goes on. Who knows how complicated the problems were. There were three problems, and there were two questions for the first two problems. The third problem was easy to solve, but it involved a lot of calculations and conversion factors. I had just finished answering the first problem when Sir Segarra announced, "Five minutes left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew right then that any hopes of getting a satisfactory score would be nothing to the reality of the situation. But still I had to try; I had to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;The tests were already corrected. I didn't dare inquire about my score--i would know in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718446-112541462987251994?l=dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/112541462987251994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718446&amp;postID=112541462987251994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/112541462987251994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/112541462987251994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/2005/08/heavy-price-to-pay.html' title='A heavy price to pay.'/><author><name>a psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12381518190937108206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://www.laruku.com/instruments/hyde/gretsch01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718446.post-112541417355589032</id><published>2005-08-30T23:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T00:02:53.560+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunod-sunod ang kamalasan sa buhay. There's that chem long test [which I think I failed], and the problems with Ilang-ilang because of our presentation, my 2.00 in com sci [i always miss the first half of the period] and things aren't going too well at home either. Plus I'm reading Les Miserables, and Victor Hugo is making me feel even more depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To die, to sleep--&lt;br /&gt;To sleep, perchance to dream, ay there's the rub,&lt;br /&gt;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come&lt;br /&gt;When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,&lt;br /&gt;Must give us pause; there's the respect&lt;br /&gt;That makes calamity of so long life.&lt;br /&gt;-Shakespeare, Hamlet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aye, there's the rub. *sigh* Ah, pauline, take a hold of yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There's the rub" &lt;--one of my favorite columns in PDI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718446-112541417355589032?l=dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/112541417355589032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718446&amp;postID=112541417355589032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/112541417355589032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/112541417355589032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/2005/08/depressed.html' title='Depressed.'/><author><name>a psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12381518190937108206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://www.laruku.com/instruments/hyde/gretsch01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718446.post-112489800740508217</id><published>2005-08-25T00:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T00:40:07.410+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Assignment 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hindi naman sa nagmamayabang, pero gusto ko lang i-post yung SA ko. Nakakatuwa e. Naaasar nga lang ako sa sarili ko kasi parang hindi pinaghirapan. Ohwell. 1. Do you think our society is becoming more individualistic? Because of Western influences, I think our society is becoming more individualistic, what with all the internet and media are projecting: success of independent individuals, controlling your life by making choices that agree with your way of thinking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, this has not taken over our concept of the family as a support group: we have very close family ties. We may be influenced by Western individualism, but the characteristics of Asia that have been with us for so long are still present in the Philippine society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Based on the characteristics of monsoon asia, can you say the Philippines is still "Truly Asia"? Yes, I would say that we still exhibit the characteristics of Asian society. Although much has changed since the beginnings of Monsoon Asia, the basic characteristics of its culture could still be observed today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, we respect our elders, as every Filipino uses “po” and “opo”. Our leaders and those who are learned and experienced are looked up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguably, women are more aware of their rights today, but there is still subordination of women in the society. For one, there is the unwillingness of companies to hire pregnant women to avoid providing for her maternal needs. It is unfair for women because they should be given equal job opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos still respect the importance of learning even if the quality of our education system is discouraging. Why else would poor families in the provinces thrive so hard to ensure their children’s education? Why is finishing college so important in our society? The extended family as a support group is obvious in our society. An achievement of one is attributed to the whole group. We care for our elders. Even if there are millions of OFWs, they do not fail to keep in touch with their families here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we also value our traditional past. We have a lot of customs and traditions that survive until today, though some are rather superstitious. Even studying social science makes us aware of our past. We value our past because we learn from it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718446-112489800740508217?l=dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/112489800740508217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718446&amp;postID=112489800740508217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/112489800740508217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/112489800740508217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/2005/08/special-assignment-2.html' title='Special Assignment 2'/><author><name>a psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12381518190937108206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://www.laruku.com/instruments/hyde/gretsch01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718446.post-112144908098700219</id><published>2005-07-16T02:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T02:38:01.036+09:00</updated><title type='text'>.tamad gumawa ng layout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Next time na lang pwede? Hmm. Nag-iisip pa ako ng tema eh. Kung yung pitas tungkol sa spiritual self-discovery ko, yung luna_pie, sa everyday superficial events, yung paulinism, tungkol sa, well, paulinisms, or my twisted philosophy, ano naman kaya ang silbi ng blog na ito? Extra? Hmmm, hindi naman ata pwede yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School? Eh, parte na iyon ng luna_pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home? Nah, I'm not yet that insane to post things too personal. Ano ano? *brainstorms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How...about...nah, that's too dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I got nowhere. Probably this would end up serving as an online notebook, y'know, where I'd write all our lessons and stuff. That could be interesting. But I'm not sure if I could accomplish a project as grand as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718446-112144908098700219?l=dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/112144908098700219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718446&amp;postID=112144908098700219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/112144908098700219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/112144908098700219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/2005/07/tamad-gumawa-ng-layout.html' title='.tamad gumawa ng layout.'/><author><name>a psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12381518190937108206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://www.laruku.com/instruments/hyde/gretsch01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718446.post-112086159533658932</id><published>2005-07-09T07:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T07:26:35.350+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakakatuwa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Ang madalas ko kasing gamitin na blog ay yung sa livejournal. At dahil sa may katiting pa ding narcissism na natira sa akin, nagpasya ako na hanapin ang aking sarili sa www. Malamang, lumabas ang lj ko. Ngunit laking gulat ko na lang nang ang kasunod na mga resulta ay ang blog ko sa blogspot at pitas. At nang mag-login ako, tama pa ang password na naibigay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit hindi ako nasiyahan sa mga nakalagay dito. IKINAHIHIYA KO ITO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas niyo na lang, pinalitan ko na ang template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbabagongbuhay na ako. Sabi nga ni Villablanca [according to ate ava], SSS! Study, study, study! No more procrastinating [well, I could acquiesce to a bit], no more blogging when assignments are to be done, and I shall yield no more to distractions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At iyan ang aking SONA sa sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718446-112086159533658932?l=dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/112086159533658932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718446&amp;postID=112086159533658932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/112086159533658932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718446/posts/default/112086159533658932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizzyrabbit.blogspot.com/2005/07/nakakatuwa.html' title='Nakakatuwa.'/><author><name>a psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12381518190937108206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://www.laruku.com/instruments/hyde/gretsch01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
