<?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-5116947</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:57:03.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:un0rganized th0ughts:.</title><subtitle type='html'>the easiest thing to do is to be yourself -Me
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..the richest man is not the one who has everything, but the one who needs less.. - &lt;a href=http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup3.html&gt;Interview with God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
"Last night I dreamed of you. And it was so wonderful because in that dream... 
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... I saw you SMILE. I love you so much, JEN. Please take care. "
-eric (from WASTED)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>371</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-110537411673889493</id><published>2005-01-11T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:14.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Own Space</title><summary type='text'>I have my own space!! wel not really my own.. but ate sienna is so nice to host my own blog... :)CLICK!!!!see yah there!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/110537411673889493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/110537411673889493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110537411673889493' title='Own Space'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-109790177131544878</id><published>2004-10-16T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:14.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la lang..</title><summary type='text'>just woke up about 40 minutes ago.. then Gunbound agad!! hahaha.. adik..Belated Happy BeerDay Wally!pucha.. anlaki ng Fil-invest east.. went there yesterday for Wally's birthday.. then also met Ronnie (who also lives there). Grabe! I just realized that I've known Ron for more than 5 years.. nakakatuwa lang.. kasi he was just introduced to me pero mas naging friend ko pa sya kesa dun sa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/109790177131544878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/109790177131544878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109790177131544878' title='la lang..'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-109757656897511305</id><published>2004-10-12T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:14.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><summary type='text'>well.. yeah.. at least that's what I want to happen.I'm planning to make my LJ a friends only diary so I decided to use my blogspot again.I miss this spot.So what's up? I hope I could post anything sensible right now.. But I guess my mind's kinda blocked up. Be back later for more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/109757656897511305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/109757656897511305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109757656897511305' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107934358575749267</id><published>2004-03-15T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:13.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG</title><summary type='text'>sound trip :: Limp Bizkit - Behind Blue EyesIf I was a mom, I'd be a bad one.Yes, I forgot that my baby turned one year last march 2. I miss this spot.. I know, it was my choice to move to LJ and I don't regret it. But to spend 10 months on this spot and unconciously visiting it must be really something. My blog grew old.. after more than 4 templates.. it lost its touch [and also pictures</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107934358575749267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107934358575749267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107934358575749267' title='BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107284468738211169</id><published>2003-12-31T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:13.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bagong buhay na</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!Ü.. i hope you all the best for year 2004. :p</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107284468738211169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107284468738211169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284468738211169' title='bagong buhay na'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107223370219977729</id><published>2003-12-24T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:13.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><summary type='text'>never thought i'd leave blogger behind.. i tried tabulas, blogdrive.. nothing beats my blogspot.. but i guess, everything ends... and I'm enjoying my time there.. i've been updating it more regularly.. *lol*..  i so love my michelle rodriguez layout icon and crescent moon background.. bwahahahah... so with this...Merry Christmas to all!!*HUG*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107223370219977729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107223370219977729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107223370219977729' title='moving on'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107214765653359712</id><published>2003-12-23T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:13.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>presidentiables</title><summary type='text'>watched the correspondents yesterday.. the presidentibales.. wasn't able to finish it.. but i was able to watch those so called "nuisance" candidates... it's nice to see that a lot of people wants what's good for this country.. but their way of attaining it is.. well.. kinda weird.. i like their ideas though. Honestly, i thought some of them were funny (especially the so-called fiance of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107214765653359712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107214765653359712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107214765653359712' title='presidentiables'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107209432908298081</id><published>2003-12-22T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:12.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The day was ok. Met my groupmates for our case study. We interviewed one of the employees of the company we're "working" for.I also went to my mom's office. Seeing all my mom's friends made me miss her more.. i even saw my mom's desk! Her officemates reminds me of how "kulit" my mom is. ehehehe.. anyway, she called yesterday while we were at greenbelt. My brother said that she was crying.. :c</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107209432908298081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107209432908298081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107209432908298081' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107196887505363697</id><published>2003-12-21T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold</title><summary type='text'>let's do the Homer lines: +Operator, give me the number for nine-one-one! +It's like David and Goliath, only this time David won!  +Hey, just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't understand!+Marge, it takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen.+Marge, I'm going to miss you so much. And it's not just the sex. It's also the food preparation.+In this house, we obey the laws of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107196887505363697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107196887505363697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107196887505363697' title='cold'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107191074244598684</id><published>2003-12-20T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:12.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hug</title><summary type='text'>The power of Hug.. names of the people i hugged yesterday and last thursday.. i hope i remembered them all..+Lee Anne+Regina+Anna+Rouie+Leah+Keren+Kitin+Claud+Justine+Aaron+JC &lt;-- the best! *lol*I loved being hug.. Ü.. ang unti..  so i'll give a hug to all of you!!*HUG*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107191074244598684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107191074244598684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107191074244598684' title='hug'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107179483100011869</id><published>2003-12-19T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:12.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paskuhan 2003</title><summary type='text'>the 8 minute fireworks display were great, the food were better than last year.. and being around with good friends was one of the best moments of my life. true, i left early but the fact that i spent a wonderful time with them made me realize how much i would miss them if ever i leave UST (hopefully not until march 2005). ~~**~~Stayed at the baywalk (Roxas Blvd) after the paskuhan. just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107179483100011869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107179483100011869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107179483100011869' title='paskuhan 2003'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107148498271064476</id><published>2003-12-15T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:12.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went Xmas shopping (well not really) with Jed. We bought gifts for our babies (in our class kris kringle).. hirap pala mamili ng gift for a guy. try to decide between shades, wallet, coin bank, headband, and cap. ended up buying boxer shorts.. well it was jed who suggested it.. i just realized it's like giving a guy underwear. howell.. i already paid for it.. i just hope "piglet" would like it.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107148498271064476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107148498271064476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107148498271064476' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107140261113558199</id><published>2003-12-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:11.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend bore</title><summary type='text'>+what did i do all sunday afternoon? sleep.. went to my cousin's house.. barged into her room.. and sleep.. +last night was ok.. went to chesca's place coz it's her brother (my kinakapatid) and sister's bday. i would say that the highlight of the night was when kuya paul came.. eheheh.. i think the last time i got to hang-out with him was back in high school.. ever since he graduated and had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107140261113558199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107140261113558199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107140261113558199' title='weekend bore'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107123620368409548</id><published>2003-12-12T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:11.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><summary type='text'>had our opening of "palarong agham" just this morning.. and i had a case of last song syndrome.. eheheheh.. i'm starting to love this song (coz obviously.. i like it..) it has a weird effect.. eheheheheh...HAPPY - alexiaYou know what I'm saying?HappyIt's so nice to be happyEverybody should be happyIt's so nice to be happyHappyIt's so nice to be happyIt's so nice to be happyIt's so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107123620368409548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107123620368409548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107123620368409548' title='happy'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107114374124627728</id><published>2003-12-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:11.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky day</title><summary type='text'>+fell on my knees in front of a lot of people (there's a scratch on my knee.. good thing i was wearing pants)+tripped in front of my friends during the break+spilled iced tea on my pants (and on my bag) during lunch.. oh well, i hope these are signs of somthing good that is about to happen~~**~~.kababawan.+i think i'm crazy.. or maybe plain corny.. i laugh at the corniest jokes.. well it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107114374124627728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107114374124627728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107114374124627728' title='lucky day'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107084273180239700</id><published>2003-12-08T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:11.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilt</title><summary type='text'>+i've done something last night that's eating me up.. i jeopardized one friendship by somehow "helping" another. +i'm hearing things i've heard before... well, not exact but similar. I've done nothing before.. not even try to talk to her. maybe because i did not experienced it firsthand, or i don't really have any proof, except for what other people says. But if two or more people already told </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107084273180239700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107084273180239700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107084273180239700' title='guilt'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107076622202835655</id><published>2003-12-07T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:11.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Car</title><summary type='text'>from my e-mail again...This story happened a few months ago along the Tagaytay Road.There was a guy who got left behind by a pack of mountain bikers. The group was large and he didnt bring a cellphone.  He crashed his bike somewhere between Picnic Grove and DBP. To make things worse,  a storm came in. So he walked. This guy was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark night in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107076622202835655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107076622202835655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107076622202835655' title='Ghost Car'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107068656698042339</id><published>2003-12-06T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:10.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>dear God,please let my mom remember where she put her passbook. please... pretty please...~~**~~i'm bored.. totally bored.. my bro did not alalow me to go out this weekend.. talk about really bored. so i'm stuck here at home thinking of songs to DL.. or anything to do.. i'm really bored.. *sigh*...~~**~~i wrote this one almost three years ago... reading it right now makes me laugh... pero i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107068656698042339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107068656698042339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107068656698042339' title='...'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107054125081675632</id><published>2003-12-04T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:10.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just heard from a friend that one of my very few threads is still alive..."Sweetest text message you recieved... ung nde quote"kakakilig... ehehehehe.. with 319 replies and 28 pages... ehehhehe... saya basahin...here's the link</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107054125081675632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107054125081675632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107054125081675632' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107044442853715017</id><published>2003-12-03T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:10.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grandparents</title><summary type='text'>When people grow old, they tend to be moody, impatient, and narrow-minded...sometimes they could even be sensitive and emotional. They ask questions over and over again that sometimes irritates us.. they could worry about the smallest thing and even over-react. Grandparents can be the best persons to go to if we want to be spoiled... or the person we avoid the most because of their tendency to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107044442853715017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107044442853715017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107044442853715017' title='grandparents'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107028073983122077</id><published>2003-12-01T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:10.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been too bored this past few days... but i think it will all change this week... Chesca invited me to her org's GA.. and finally, i think i'll be able to watch PBA finals live this sundayfor free (we've been planning to watch a game since last year), I'll be going to malate for our case study on wednesday, and JC would come and visit me tomorrow (and i'll be able to beat him in NBA 2004)..  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107028073983122077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107028073983122077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107028073983122077' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-107007867696527597</id><published>2003-11-29T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:10.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted</title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading WASTED... I never knew such a comic existed until my classmate bought it to school a week ago. And it was only yesterday when i got to borrow it. I did like the story.. even though it was somehow bloody... and i especially love this letter... i hope you guys like it too... and if you haven't read WASTED yet, get yourself a copy... Dear Jennifer,I couldn't sleep, I guess</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107007867696527597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/107007867696527597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107007867696527597' title='Wasted'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106992734963571994</id><published>2003-11-27T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:10.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><summary type='text'>sound trip :: The Voice Within || Christina AguileraYoung girl, don't cryI'll be right here when your world starts to fallYoung girl, it's all rightYour tears will dry, you'll soon be free to flyWhen you're safe inside your room you tend to dreamOf a place where nothing's harder than it seemsNo one ever wants or bothers to explainOf the heartache life can bring and what it meansWhen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106992734963571994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106992734963571994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106992734963571994' title='bored'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106974771771615936</id><published>2003-11-25T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:10.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PR Power</title><summary type='text'>sound trip :: lonely || public announcementI need PR Power right now.. swear! I regret the day i started to [somehow] distanced myself from people.. yes, there was a point in my life that i distanced myself from people, i think that was a year ago.. ehehehe...please, please, please... I want my PR Power back.. :c.. I need it for our case study...~~**~~I've already spoken to the company's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106974771771615936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106974771771615936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106974771771615936' title='PR Power'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106967461843813078</id><published>2003-11-24T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:09.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When to let go? </title><summary type='text'>[gawd! i've been recieving e-mails i should have recieved months ago.. or is this a premonition of what would happen in december? this one, i think, is better than the last one.. and i think it suits me more... (well, a month ago).. ehehehe.. hope you enjoy reading it]Imagine this... In your hand is a very precious creation, so fragile, so  valuable that if you keep on holding, it would either </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106967461843813078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106967461843813078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106967461843813078' title='When to let go? '/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106959017882671711</id><published>2003-11-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:09.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of unrequited love and trust  </title><summary type='text'>[from my e-mail.. a long good read.. an eye-opener]    Sometimes in the past, late at night, when it's too quiet to pretend, I worry if I believe in anything at all or at least in anything beautiful. I believed in change because it is permanent. I believed in pain because it is sometimes physical. I believe in anger because it can consume you. But I was not sure I can believe in either love or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106959017882671711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106959017882671711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106959017882671711' title='of unrequited love and trust  '/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106955319289670584</id><published>2003-11-23T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:09.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>convo</title><summary type='text'>lunacy_uno: what happened to Apu?shaider_516: he's deadshaider_516: :(lunacy_uno: :(lunacy_uno: awwww...lunacy_uno: condolence... lunacy_uno: ano cause ng death?shaider_516: nbutas un stomach nya dahil sa isang butolunacy_uno: awch...shaider_516: ok lang unshaider_516: time to move onshaider_516: and get another dog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106955319289670584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106955319289670584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955319289670584' title='convo'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106952591473283272</id><published>2003-11-23T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:09.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>puta.. nakahanap k nga ng kausap.. lalo naman sinira araw mo.. ang saya-saya no?just this night.. if you've got nothing nice to say.. don't talk.. my tolerance level is kinda low right now... sobra! ngayong gabi lang... i hope you'll be a friend who'll just be there... but i guess that's too much to ask</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106952591473283272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106952591473283272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106952591473283272' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106946660791610387</id><published>2003-11-22T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:09.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood swings</title><summary type='text'>Friday-five (a day late)1. List five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.hmm.. lose at least 5-10 pounds.. Ü, finish at least one-two project/s, finally clear things up, compose my own song, and have another hobby...2. List five people you've lost contact with that you'd like to hear from again.Barnz, Andy (totoo to.. ), Erwin, Mark G, Elem Classmates3. List five things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106946660791610387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106946660791610387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106946660791610387' title='mood swings'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106929751428220229</id><published>2003-11-20T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:09.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pressure</title><summary type='text'>i'm too busy to blog.. but then again, i know i have nothing to blog about.. presently, my life's a bore.. nuthin's been happening much.. I've been staring at the PC for almost half the time i was awake yesterday trying to learn how to program Java.. good for me! i finished 3 SIMPLE programs.. 2 more to go.. but our prof said a while ago that it doesn't need to be made by us.. even downloaded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106929751428220229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106929751428220229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929751428220229' title='pressure'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106924111541463954</id><published>2003-11-19T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:09.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Wala tyo mgagawa e lam m naman n ndi ako social n person e!!!pano k naman ndi maaalala c xyra e pag nakikita ko un stars e naaalala k sya!!!c xyra un suplada noh!!!!teka lng kilala k c gay pero c anna para ndi k mtandaan!?msakit p rin un katawan k s mga gnwa nyo sken e!!!!mga barkada n galit s mga boys...shit.. friendster's starting to get to me.. that was a message from a classmate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106924111541463954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106924111541463954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106924111541463954' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106915578271592044</id><published>2003-11-18T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no time to think</title><summary type='text'>christmas is nearing.. season to be happy? yes... we are supposed to be happy.. i am.. well, kinda.. but i don't feel the spirit of the season... a lot of other things are in my mind.. a lot of projects... that i have no idea how i would finish. I have to finish 5 fuckin Java programs until friday.. how the hell would i do that?! i don't even have a compiler and i don't even know how to program</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106915578271592044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106915578271592044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106915578271592044' title='no time to think'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106911721666156796</id><published>2003-11-18T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:08.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>library</title><summary type='text'>I'm at our school library right now.. I'm planning to stick with this template.. ehehehe.. even if i miss the green.. and teal.. *sigh*.. anyways, got my taggie back already.. eheheh... be back later.. if anything interesting happens to my life.. eheheheh..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106911721666156796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106911721666156796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911721666156796' title='library'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106897943933519108</id><published>2003-11-16T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:08.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss my mom.. i really do.. it feels so different not having her around.. it's been almost 9 months since she left for the states. Mas maganda raw kasi kinabukasan nmen if she works there.. you see, i'm not used of having my mom so far away.. the longest time she left home before this year, i think was 4 months.. haaay ewan.. everytime my mom calls or i call her up, we talk like it's not long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106897943933519108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106897943933519108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106897943933519108' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106881366913629358</id><published>2003-11-14T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:08.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot of stuff</title><summary type='text'>1. Using one adjective, describe your current living space.messy2. Using two adjectives, describe your current employer.uhmm.. m not working..3. Using three adjectives, describe your favorite hobby/pasttime.addicting, time consuming, theraphy4. Using four adjectives, describe your typical day.boring, tiring, typical (ehehehe), routinary...5. Using five adjectives, describe your ideal life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106881366913629358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106881366913629358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106881366913629358' title='a lot of stuff'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106876231804851580</id><published>2003-11-14T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:08.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrics galore</title><summary type='text'>here are the top three songs in my play list right now..."Someday" - NickelbackHow the hell did we wind up like this?Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missedAnd try turn the tablesI wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcaseLately there's been too much of thisBut don't think it's too lateNothing's wrong, just as long asYou know that someday I willSomeday, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106876231804851580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106876231804851580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106876231804851580' title='lyrics galore'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106853981236530938</id><published>2003-11-11T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:08.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><summary type='text'>clockwise : jeff, chesca, abi, jayi love keeping pictures. i love pictures.. i love collecting pictures.. if you check my pbase account, you could see a lot of candid pics. It serves as a collection of happy memories. what can these pictures prove? maybe it proves that more than once in our life, we've learned how it felt to be happy.. despite all the problems I encounter, no matter how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106853981236530938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106853981236530938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106853981236530938' title='pictures'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106837378442766895</id><published>2003-11-09T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:07.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>soundtrip :: stuck in a moment || U2friend :: ang tanga ko talaga..me :: wag mo nga sabihing tanga ka.. kaya ka nga may kaibigan para sila mag sabi nun.. ever wonder why some people know that they're being "tanga" in a certain relationship but refuses to do anything? is that what they call stage of denial?  they still choose to fall prey to guys/girls whom everybody think isn't worth it... [</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106837378442766895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106837378442766895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106837378442766895' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106802879647448633</id><published>2003-11-05T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:07.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I grew tired and now I'm torn</title><summary type='text'>sound trip :: wag na init ulo beybi || Rivermayacraving for yakult and choki-chokiFirst day of classes wasn't that bad... in fact it was fun. Only one prof arrived (pfft!).. but still, i got to hang-out with my friends again. I miss those guys! more than they could imagine. I miss lstening to them sing, while vice, allan or nigel plays the guitar.. I miss joking around with them... they never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106802879647448633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106802879647448633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106802879647448633' title='I grew tired and now I&apos;m torn'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106792843960491034</id><published>2003-11-04T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:07.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The casual girl Which girl stereotype are you? brought to you by QuizillaForrest Gump! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by QuizillaYou represent... hope.You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopelessromantic.  You enjoy being creative and don'tmind being alone at times.  You have goals, andknow what you want in life... even if they area little far </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106792843960491034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106792843960491034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106792843960491034' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106789363368397955</id><published>2003-11-04T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast paced post</title><summary type='text'>sound trip :: letters to you || Fincheating oreo-o's... eheheheheCan't you see that i wanna be there with open armsIt's empty tonight and i'm all aloneGet me through this oneDo you notice i'm gone?Where do you run to so far away?I want you to know that I miss you I miss you soI want you to know that I miss you I miss you soI'm writing again these letters to you aren't much, I know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106789363368397955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106789363368397955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789363368397955' title='fast paced post'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106773797732255049</id><published>2003-11-02T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:07.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want to watch basketball anymore.. Especially NBA.. coz it reminds me of him... and I will hate Jason Kidd from here onwards coz he is his favorite player..I won't talk to him anymore... not because my friends told me not to.. but because I'm afraid that it would start all over again.. I won't listen to emo because it only reminds me of him..I would avoid being alone, coz it makes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106773797732255049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106773797732255049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106773797732255049' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106768459051158826</id><published>2003-11-01T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:07.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><summary type='text'>Had a blast spending time with new and not-so-old friends. Drinks, chips, sisig, and a live UFC match... eheheheh.. it was all good! No ghost stories, even though it was a "halloween party".. ehehehhe.. a supposedly sleep over where nobody slept. *sigh*.. I wonder if i would still be able to go out when classes starts. Anyways thanks to the following : Steph, Hannah, Jay, Jeff, Moe, Apple and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106768459051158826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106768459051158826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106768459051158826' title='Halloween'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106747575431777610</id><published>2003-10-30T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:07.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warning : cheesy post ahead</title><summary type='text'>JC: sorry for what ive doneJC: i mean dun sa lahatJC: and in my being immatureJC: :)JC: theres a lot to ask for apologylunacy_uno: you wanna talk about this over the phone?JC: nah JC: this is the only free time i gotlunacy_uno: ...lunacy_uno: so it's just like thatJC: ei abiJC: love you po but dnt let that hold you back [into moving on]JC: just remember that i loved you and still love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106747575431777610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106747575431777610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747575431777610' title='warning : cheesy post ahead'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106734356029924853</id><published>2003-10-28T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:06.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Negotiator</title><summary type='text'>Went to greenhills with tintin.. we were trying to find a gift for Buboy.. (irog ni tin.. eheheh).. before leaving the house, buboy told me that they had a misunderstanding and he wants to make it up with her.. After our journey to greenhills (where we just bought a bag and a blouse), I invited Tin to go to SM and help me choose the right pants.. Also texted Buboy.. *bad*.. Ang hirap nga </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106734356029924853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106734356029924853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106734356029924853' title='The Negotiator'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106725226617797247</id><published>2003-10-27T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost a year ago, I was a certified PEx addict... would stay up late at night just to read certain threads and post new ones too. I encountered an interesting PEXer.. r_69_e (don't let his handle fool you... wholesome yan!.. eheheh) in the LCM forum.. he posts his thoughts very well.. and he has this thread that was really mabenta. I Pm'd him and an exchange of short messages started. When I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106725226617797247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106725226617797247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106725226617797247' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106721098708532285</id><published>2003-10-26T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:06.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sembreak plans </title><summary type='text'>things I planned this sembreak that I haven't done yet...+visit my lolo in pangasinan+visit my aunt in batangas+clean my room+get my sem refund from CAP+buy new clothes+hang-out with some old friends.. both elementary and HS..optional+have a fever..... with one week left.. I'm not sure I could do all these things.. *sigh*..~~**~~brrr... it's cold.. ewan ko ba kung bakit sa kapal ng </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106721098708532285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106721098708532285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721098708532285' title='sembreak&lt;strike&gt; plans &lt;/strike&gt;'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106709215694910241</id><published>2003-10-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:06.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go shawty, it's my bday!</title><summary type='text'>early morning.. as in early.. Recieved what i call a text brigade from my friends.. well, not all of them.. in fact, most of them are not really close to me.. but it was all good..My mom called me up.. around 1:30 AM.. she was having lunch.. got teary-eyed. it's the first birthday that she's not around.. but it was ok.. ÜAfternoonWas kinda sad.. got depressed actually.. i had a feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106709215694910241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106709215694910241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709215694910241' title='Go shawty, it&apos;s my bday!'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106698051840784234</id><published>2003-10-24T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:01.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, i guess it was the first time I drank beer because I don't want to think... Sa sobrang ayaw ko ng masyadong nag-iisip.. nde na ko sanay.. ewan! Actually, I'm not into drinking when i have a problem.. it's more of social drinking for fun.. pero last night, I guess it was different.. Well one good thing happened from last night.. I get to bond with my cousin.. Ü.. Ivan and I rarely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106698051840784234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106698051840784234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106698051840784234' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106686915787730692</id><published>2003-10-23T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:00.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>samu't saring naiisip</title><summary type='text'>sound trip :: Somebody || Depeche Modeahh.. kanta ng mga single..ehehehanyways, i miss my college buddies.. kahit nag kita lng kme nung iba the other day.. i miss their kakulitan.. ung laugh trip.. food trip (miss ko na ung foot long sa asturias and siomai ni manong siomai).. I miss how studious they could get when there's a quiz while some of us are just chattin (tamad mag-aral).. I miss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106686915787730692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106686915787730692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686915787730692' title='samu&apos;t saring naiisip'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106673263048652990</id><published>2003-10-21T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to think</title><summary type='text'>"pano kung sabihin ko oo mahal pa kita"eh ba't nde tayo?"isipin mo.."kaw naman ung may ayaw diba?"basta isipin mo kung bakit"*sigh*.. just wiped my tears.. gawd! isip n naman.. ~~**~~reggie_nagui (5:53:42 PM): 0y gawa m0?abi_uno (5:53:55 PM): isip.. 2mwag ako sa nio kanina hareggie_nagui (5:54:52 PM): W0w ngiisip. Lalng. Wt tym ka 2mawag?abi_uno (5:55:26 PM): 30 mins ago... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106673263048652990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106673263048652990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106673263048652990' title='time to think'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106667241516146021</id><published>2003-10-21T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:00.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me &lt;--- ************</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Steph, Jay, Jeff, Moe, Ryan, and Kap.. this is the kind of sembreak i want.. eheheheh.. sorry i had to go home early..bagong iomaginary friend noon... &gt;&gt;&gt; agnesbagong tambayan *lol* &gt;&gt;&gt; playgroundme &lt;--- corny~~**~~Judgement day later.. pls pray that i don't have any failing marks or a "3" for that matter.. haaaaaaay....hopefully, i'll be proud enough to post my grades here...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106667241516146021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106667241516146021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106667241516146021' title='me &lt;--- &lt;u&gt;************&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106656262712663407</id><published>2003-10-19T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:00.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had my hair cut shorter again..eheheh.. so that would be the third time this year... haaay..~~**~~garrr!!abi_uno: in fairness.. he's honest sa feelings niaabi_uno: ikaw may karapatan magalitabi_uno: pero freiends nia?abi_uno: anong mas gusto nung friend nia.. pagpatuloy ung pagpapanggap ni otep?cheska: hindi rawabi_uno: mas nde kaptapatawad uncheska: the least he could have done raw was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106656262712663407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106656262712663407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106656262712663407' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106648221908157942</id><published>2003-10-18T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:45:00.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends with your ex?</title><summary type='text'>Right now, i'm chattin with JC over YM.. la lang.. simpleng kuwentuhan lang.. about things that we always talk about (basketball, movies, etc.).. and ung nakita nia si Nancy C. sa libis yesterday... ehehehe... (crush nmen un e).. He's also askin me a favor... Yesterday, Patrick called, asking me to accompany him on monday. JC and Patrick has one thing in common.. they used to be the object of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106648221908157942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106648221908157942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106648221908157942' title='Friends with your ex?'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106638762235458143</id><published>2003-10-17T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:59.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*******SIMPLE QUESTIONS******* 1. FULL NAME: Abigail S. C****S2. NICKNAMES: abi, bigol, abuy, bee, and ok well maybe gail...3. HEIGHT: 5'34. WEIGHT: you think i'd tell you??? hahahahah5. HAIR: uh.. black.. pero minsan dark dark dark brown raw...6. SIBLINGS: Patrick, Lawrence, George7. DO YOU LIKE TO SING IN THE SHOWER?: Yeah. the best!8. DO YOU LIKE TO SING IN THE TOILET?: nope, mahirap </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106638762235458143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106638762235458143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106638762235458143' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106629647806670948</id><published>2003-10-16T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>Was talking to a friend last night. A little discussion about what love is. We have different views about knowing what real love is.He really loved his girl. I could tell that not being with her or not being able to see her is really hurting him. He told me ALMOST all the things he has done to prove his love. All he was asking and waiting for was a thank you from the girl (w/c i think he rarely</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106629647806670948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106629647806670948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106629647806670948' title='Love'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106612289985840785</id><published>2003-10-14T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:59.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><summary type='text'>When Girl and Boy broke up, it was girl who was greatly affected, almost trying to kill herself. After a while, girl is starting to move on. It was nice to see girl moving on. It was nice to see her not being affacted with Boy's actions. Boy went out with another girl. That's when he realized that he still loves Girl. He realized that it isn't the same if it wasn't Girl by his side.Now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106612289985840785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106612289985840785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106612289985840785' title='Hope'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106612235395553541</id><published>2003-10-13T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:59.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>garrr!! no internet!!!</title><summary type='text'>Modem's busted, and i can't seem to remember when was the last time i went to an internet cafe.. ehehhehe..I was with Gay, she's a former classmate back in elementary. It was nice to see her again. I mean, she's one of my oldest friend, since we were classmates since second grade until seventh grade and keepin in touch for years. We were so hyperactive (especially her). I mean, i think it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106612235395553541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106612235395553541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106612235395553541' title='garrr!! no internet!!!'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106590042665695853</id><published>2003-10-12T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:59.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabado Nights</title><summary type='text'>sound trip :: Ragnarok sound track?I'm feelign kinda dizzy right now.. But in fairness, I'm happy.. ehehehMet with Jay... eheheheh.. funny guy.. reminds me of Tado, only cuter... ehehehehe... he's ok, lakas lang mang-asar.. talented.. galing tumugtog ng guitar ad has a good singing voice.. pero makulit.. ubod ng kulit.. ehehehehChesca was also here.. so parang tatlo kme nagkukulitan.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106590042665695853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106590042665695853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106590042665695853' title='Sabado Nights'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106578599702246297</id><published>2003-10-10T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><summary type='text'>I watched American Wedding with Patrick yesterday. I think it's been a year since the last time i spent time with him. For those who has no idea who's patrick, he's my ex. We decided to hang out yesterday because i had no classes and i do miss his company. And we've been planning to go out months ago pa lang..Ehehehe.. funny nga e, while we were eating at BK, he noticed that one of his old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106578599702246297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106578599702246297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106578599702246297' title='changes'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106561934209854072</id><published>2003-10-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:58.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online friends</title><summary type='text'>after months of not chattin on mIRC, i finally logged in again.. it was nice to see that some people still remembers me.. it was just days ago, while scanning through my phonebook and fixing it, i realized that almost half of the names stored are names of people i met online.. from forums, irc, and recently, blogging...before, i thought people see me as pathetic and desperate for trying to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106561934209854072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106561934209854072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106561934209854072' title='online friends'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106544200788565208</id><published>2003-10-06T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:58.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><summary type='text'>i bought this mag because of her.. just to clear things.. I AM STRAIGHT.. i just really find her beautiful.. I wasn't the only one who rushed into stores to buy a copy, a friend bought one even last week.. i think the first time he heard that she was the covergirl for this month. actually i was still looking for the september issue of Cosmo (Jon Hall... yummy.. ehehehe), but since it's sold out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106544200788565208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106544200788565208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106544200788565208' title='pictures'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106535790778227352</id><published>2003-10-05T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:57.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><summary type='text'>My brother (the painter) has this painting that i really love. I think I posted it here before.. I don't have the pic on my PC, and boomspeed deleted my account so i can't show it to you.. basta, it was this painting of trees at night time.. ung may moon... the other one is picture of a boquet of flowers on a vase...  I've been asking him to give it to me months ago. He always says no.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106535790778227352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106535790778227352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106535790778227352' title='Brothers'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106518948188845955</id><published>2003-10-03T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:57.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding</title><summary type='text'>yehey!! one more week to go.. and sembreak na!! arrived home later than usual.. bonding time with some of my classmates... eheheh.. they jogged around.. me? la lang.. umupo lng.. i did not bring any extra clothes..after which, they rested, we ate dinner.. and sat on the grass sa may field (dun sa may grandstand)... ang sarap ng feeling.. being with friends.. tas andun lang kayo.. singing some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106518948188845955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106518948188845955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106518948188845955' title='Bonding'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106509990580802497</id><published>2003-10-02T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:57.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackass</title><summary type='text'>yup! that was our topic while eating at Mcdo... imagine talking about those stuffs.. almost made me puke.. especially the part when we talked about the omelet...  imagine eating onions, and the other ingredients.. including drinking raw eggs.. aftertwhich you throw-up all of it.. then cook it.. then eat it... *dizzy*.. ewwwww... we also talked about the other episodes... and the movie.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106509990580802497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106509990580802497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106509990580802497' title='Jackass'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106500619210362798</id><published>2003-10-01T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:57.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COPY/PASTE</title><summary type='text'>have not much to post today.. i hope you'll enjoy readingNote : Apl.de-ap, a member of the groups is pinoy.. cool! pinoy pride!The Apl Song-Black Eyed Peas-La-La-La…..*Lapit mga kaibigan At makinig kayo (listen up yo)Ako may dala-dalang balita galing sa bayan ko(Listen closely ya’ll)Nais kung y pamahagi ang mga kwentoAng mga pangyayari nagaganap sa lupang pinangako(Yo every place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106500619210362798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106500619210362798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106500619210362798' title='COPY/PASTE'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106492687075167878</id><published>2003-09-30T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:57.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuming</title><summary type='text'>garr!! ang bobo ko na! you see, we have to past this sample program for a certain programming language assigned to us.. luckily (by God's grace) pascal and C ang na-assign sa amin.. 2 of the easiest programming language.. being the indio computer science student that i am, i forgot how to implement pascal.. i still have to ask from my friends who would look at me as if to say "ok ka lang? pascal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106492687075167878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106492687075167878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106492687075167878' title='fuming'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106483591795911579</id><published>2003-09-29T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:57.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finals sked</title><summary type='text'>MONDAY rms. 43-44CS 103 1-2pmNS 103 2-3pm TUESDAY rms. 43-44ENG108 1-2pmETAR 2-3pm WEDNESDAY rms. 43-44MATH 111 1-2pmCS 102 2-3pm THURSDAY******WALA******* FRIDAYCS 106 10-11am B.Hall (ALL, tulad nung prelims)CS 104 lc 1-2pm rms. 43-44CS 104 lb 2-3pm  ----same--please pray for me... especially on some subjects... next week p naman e.. eheheh.. :D... ~~**~~you wanna see how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106483591795911579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106483591795911579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106483591795911579' title='finals sked'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106475104291880816</id><published>2003-09-28T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:56.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boobs = Sex Appeal?</title><summary type='text'>"Dibdibang Usapan", that's the title of today's Mel and Jay episode... of course the guests were thos girls who has "generous breast" (as said by Mel Tiangco). Gawd! ang lalaki talaga.. i was like.. woah! I don't think having big boobs adds appeal... I mean, I for one is uhmm.. slightly gifted and i hate it.. hirap mamili ng damit.. hirap tumakbo (hilig ko pa naman tumakbo).. hirap gumalaw... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106475104291880816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106475104291880816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106475104291880816' title='Big Boobs = Sex Appeal?'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106466766211240494</id><published>2003-09-27T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:56.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIS</title><summary type='text'>eheheh.. i could say this week went well.. i learned not to let a small thing affect my week.. (thanks to you).. Ü... watched "once upon a time in mexico" with JC.. yes.. him... *blush*.. it went better than the first time we went out after our break-up... ngayon, i could laugh and really be happy around him.. kulit! we were talking about basketball (again).. especially the game between ADMU </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106466766211240494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106466766211240494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106466766211240494' title='TGIS'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106458512786456071</id><published>2003-09-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:56.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tired.. just arrived home from school.. ate at mcdo.. Kokoi's treat.. eheheh.. bday nia kasi eh.. imagine 20 cheeseburger meals go big time.. yummy... ehehe.. the manager was so nice.. they played children party songs and gave my friend a gift.. *lol*.. katuwa.. laugh trip.. tambay lang with some of my friends. Played volleyball (some of them went jogging).. then kuwentuhan.. tapos uwi na.. *sigh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106458512786456071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106458512786456071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106458512786456071' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106446855967075426</id><published>2003-09-25T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:56.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this from her blog.. reading it reminded me of a friend and how i am towards her right now..RealizationHow can you help someone who goes out of her way to seek unhappiness and misery? You can't.It's as simple as that.and now.. i think i understand.. i just hope she doesn't hold it against me if i get tired listening... ~~**~~an ex is trying to win me back... after not keeping in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106446855967075426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106446855967075426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106446855967075426' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106440060988952909</id><published>2003-09-24T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:56.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Deal</title><summary type='text'>What's with the Kris Aquino and Joey Marquez issue? it seems to be more of a big deal than our country's economy going nowhere... bigger than meteor fever.. eheheh.. Honestly, it was a nice topic to talk about.. ehehehe.. i mean, as Filipinos, a lot of us really love those kind of issues.. what i hate about it is how the media emphasizes on the issue. Another oppurtunity for ABS-CBN and GMA 7 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106440060988952909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106440060988952909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106440060988952909' title='Big Deal'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106423010996435736</id><published>2003-09-22T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:56.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was chatting with him just this morning (or was it last night? can't seem to remember).. told him that blogging's starting to bore me.. "e di tigil mo"... honga naman.. pwede ko naman itigil dba? the thing is... i can't.. i just realized why i'm starting to loose interest. It's because it is slowly turning into a routine.. it's like i can't pass a day without at least updating my blog (if i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106423010996435736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106423010996435736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106423010996435736' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106414907130786279</id><published>2003-09-21T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:55.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worthless post</title><summary type='text'>whew! it's been a while since i last watched UAAP on TV.. ehehe.. a while ago, FEU defeated UE (eat dirt Artadi!)... which made me really hyper (I prefer the tamarraws over the red warriors this season)... It was a great game, FEU leading as much as 18 points, UE ALMOST tied the game.. good thing FEU gained control. haaay.. and right now, i'm watching PBA, a game between Alaska Aces and Red Bull </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106414907130786279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106414907130786279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106414907130786279' title='worthless post'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106406349520872463</id><published>2003-09-20T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:55.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 of my closest online buddies (rowi and ness) invited me to go to moro gym to watch the practice of Alaska Aces... :c.. too bad i can't.. gawd! m not a big fan of Alaska.. pero mike cortez? he's tha man! ehehehe... (next to a lot on my list.. ehehehe).. sayang talaga... lunacy_uno: ness!!1marshallstarx27: :Dlunacy_uno: kuwento!!marshallstarx27: ehehehemarshallstarx27: ate abi atat!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106406349520872463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106406349520872463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106406349520872463' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106396826427812315</id><published>2003-09-19T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:55.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my # 2</title><summary type='text'>ehehe.. i was with my numeber 2... kahit wala akong boyfriend, number 2 ko p ren sha.. eheheh.. some of my ex's were jealous of him because he's the only asshole i speak highly off... ewan ko nga ba.. ba't ang taas ng tingin ko sa lokong to.. ayun, he went to UST coz his girlfriend's dad was there... he texted me so we decided to meet up.. ate at BK then went home... katuwa nga e.. kulit.. i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106396826427812315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106396826427812315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106396826427812315' title='my # 2'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106390498849957252</id><published>2003-09-19T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:55.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes do come true and me bitching</title><summary type='text'>remember when i posted that i do wish to get sick... i mean sick in the sense like fever not simple colds and sniffles... and yeah, it did come true... but, at the least moment  i expected it... it came on the day i have quizzes in all my subjects... on the day that i can't miss any of them... wearing a jacket (make that 2 jackets) still doesn't warm me... haaay layp... it's 1 am and i'm awake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106390498849957252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106390498849957252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106390498849957252' title='wishes do come true and me bitching'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106375436602189010</id><published>2003-09-17T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:55.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kanta para sa mga martyr.. gotta love parokya... love their songs... and chito sings it like he experienced it first hand.. ehehehe... totoong-totoo ung mga kanta nila e.. haaay...PARANG AYAW KO NA-parokya ni edgar-Naubus na ang baryasa kaka-yosi at kaka-basang magazine ko, nakahilata diyan sa salaMag-gagabi na paladiba't sinabi mo ala-unamabuti na lang mabagal akong magbasadumating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106375436602189010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106375436602189010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106375436602189010' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106367541147892458</id><published>2003-09-16T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:55.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm at our lab right now.. yey! got to finish the program.. eheeh... anyways, talked to JC last night... told him everything.. told him how i felt... and i was glad he was honest... he still loves me (raw).. and misses me... but he's really not yet ready.. and he know that his reason was kinda selfish.. he doesn't want to have any responsibilities.. (i think he has the right to be selfish right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106367541147892458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106367541147892458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106367541147892458' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106355472796063031</id><published>2003-09-14T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:55.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on...</title><summary type='text'>sound trip :: the loneliest person i know || splendergawd! i feel like shit right now.. i can't sleep... i miss him.. grrr.. 11 pm i lay down on my bed.. tried to sleep, but i really can't! gawd! how i wish we broke up because of a third party.. how i wish we broke up coz he hurted me physically.. i hope it was a bad break-up... that would make me mad at him.. that would make me hate him.. that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106355472796063031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106355472796063031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106355472796063031' title='moving on...'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106353815095618495</id><published>2003-09-14T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late...</title><summary type='text'>woke up late..  pero i had enough time to take a shower and get ready to go to church... mom called up before i left... kaya yun, na late ako umalis ng house and i decided to go to service next week.. (hopefully)...went to my grandmother's place... told myself that i have to go home early so i could fix my room...and you've guess it right.. i left the place later than i expected because i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106353815095618495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106353815095618495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106353815095618495' title='late...'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106345656508388302</id><published>2003-09-13T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:54.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food trip</title><summary type='text'>i said i'll be watching what i eat.. well, a while ago.. i know somehow i ate too much...my brother and i ate at Tong Yang.. eat all you can.. and you get to cook ur own food.. imagine all the seafoods you can eat! yummy... there's also ice cream and nata de coco (i so love ice creams and nata de coco)... i even ate some foods that's not familiar to me... a bit of everything... shrimps, tahong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106345656508388302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106345656508388302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106345656508388302' title='food trip'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106342568712175506</id><published>2003-09-13T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:54.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm in deep shit right now... my grandfather is mad at me and so is my father.. bad trip! liit na bagay mashado pinapalaki!! malakas loob nia magalit sa isang tao pag may kakampi na sha.. kaasar! parang bata! bad trip talaga!! tanginang yan! pag di ako nakaaral next sem, bad trip talaga! small issue, pianalaki pa talaga!peace n kem ni papa.. Ü.. he called up.. tapos medyo calm.. asking kung san</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106342568712175506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106342568712175506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106342568712175506' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106341820407024483</id><published>2003-09-13T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:54.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sound trippin</title><summary type='text'>falling behindfinger elevenLiving in a hole it’s hard to get for what you askThe hardest part of having a good day is making it lastSeems that everywhere I turn I’m just a step behindI’m going nowhere slow and I think I’m losing my mindGrowing older everyday is not a simple taskIt’s even harder when your happiness is at most one maskStriving harder to evolve and keep up with the rest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106341820407024483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106341820407024483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106341820407024483' title='sound trippin'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106337934207566035</id><published>2003-09-12T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:54.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Is the name you have now the same name that's on your birth certificate? If not, what's changed?I think so...2. If you could change your name (first, middle and/or last), what would it be?ehehe.. i'll remove the gail part.. or probably have a name whose nickname are it's initials (i.e. CJ... i so love those initials.. eheheheh3. Why were you named what you were? (Is there a story behind it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106337934207566035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106337934207566035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106337934207566035' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106328035926040214</id><published>2003-09-11T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:53.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always the good friend, never the girlfriend</title><summary type='text'>i remember watching "got to believe" and being struck with the line always the bridesmaid, never the bride... and just a while ago, i had a line for myself...Always the GOOD friend, never the girlfriendnice... Ü... well, i'm not complaining.. maybe just a little bit.. eheheheh... maybe there's really sumthing wrong with me.. i was always the third wheel... eheheheh... always the chaperon... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106328035926040214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106328035926040214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106328035926040214' title='Always the good friend, never the girlfriend'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106319277301807023</id><published>2003-09-10T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:53.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of template</title><summary type='text'>i might change my template tomorrow... eheheh... probably.. not sure... so i decided to change it tonight.. eheheh... now would you please honestly tell me which template you prefer... the previous one (ocean at night) or this one? eheheh.. i haven't change the colors of the zonkboard yet.. maybe tomorrow.. eheheheh... it's not yet that fixed... tomorrow ko aayusin.. need to rest.. ehehehhe~~**~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106319277301807023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106319277301807023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106319277301807023' title='change of template'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106314950260868371</id><published>2003-09-10T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:52.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help!</title><summary type='text'>thanks to the people who wished me to get well soon.. i'm sooo touched... glad to have you as my friends in this blogging world.. ehehehhe.. *drama no?*anyways, i really need of computer enthusiasts especially those who has idea in hot that darn operating system works... i have these questions and i'm not really sure of my answers.. eheheh.. call me lazy or stupid.. well, i'm both.. *lol*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106314950260868371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106314950260868371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106314950260868371' title='help!'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-10630209480980329</id><published>2003-09-08T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:39.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i sick? how i wish...</title><summary type='text'>*sigh* i feel sick.. runny nose, tired eyes.. and sore throat.. ehehehe.. it's been a while since i last stayed at home because i was sick.. *sniff*.. the last time i was sick, i remembered JC visiting me.. he cutted class just to visit me.. to think he lives in muntinlupa and i live here in QC.. haaay.. memories...stayed at tin's place this afternoon.. glad lola (tin's granma) recognizes me.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/10630209480980329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/10630209480980329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10630209480980329' title='am i sick? how i wish...'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106293522829469341</id><published>2003-09-07T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope it's not too late</title><summary type='text'>pic from ubelt.comYipee!!! UST Salinggawi won 1st place again… eheheh… honestly, I thought they would only place third or second. But heck! I’m so happy they won first… back to back baby.. back to back.. *pretends to be a cheerdancer*So here’s my opinion about the different squads ::UE ::I like the motorcross thing.. very creative! They could have placed if only they polished their routine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106293522829469341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106293522829469341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106293522829469341' title='hope it&apos;s not too late'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106281162810197270</id><published>2003-09-06T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:52.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was in my hyper-mode self last night..  finished the laundry, fixed my room... wanted to blog all night long.. but i can't because my bro was using the PC... eheheh...howell..3:30 am... a text conversation with an old friend:he sent me a quote and i sent him one too:pno kung sobrang inlove ka sa isang tao tapos, isang araw bumalik ung una mong mahal cno ppliin mo? ung dati n gus2 m0ng </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106281162810197270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106281162810197270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106281162810197270' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106276366243896562</id><published>2003-09-05T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our house, in the middle of the street</title><summary type='text'>i've been living on the same address ever since i could remeber... been playin in the same streets, grew up with the same people... i love it here.. especially at night...  i remeber playing patentero, habulan, taguan, and agawan base in our street... almost all my playmates are already grown-ups.. working, some of them are even married or.. well, has a child already... now, i spend time with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106276366243896562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106276366243896562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106276366243896562' title='our house, in the middle of the street'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106267589043393646</id><published>2003-09-04T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:51.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pin0y pride!</title><summary type='text'>yehey!!! we already passed our so-called research proposal for our tech wri subject... whew! what a relief..  now, my only problem is our PL oral report.. haven't tried making a sample program yet... (sana wag na madagdagan ung problema ko)..tomas visited UST a while ago.. that's why i stayed for a while.. food trip uli.. eheheh.. siomai!!! Ü.. yummy... did not have lunch kaya medyo major food </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106267589043393646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106267589043393646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106267589043393646' title='pin0y pride!'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106254597925470446</id><published>2003-09-03T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:51.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short term memory loss</title><summary type='text'>my line for the day:"it's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice"-raymond's brother [forgot his name, knowing that i just watched it this morning.. he's the tall police guy],  "everybody loves raymond"checked the site.. the name of his brother is robert... eheheheh.. portrayed by Brad Garett... the voice behind Fatso (casper's uncle)... eheheheh... howell.. enough of him...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106254597925470446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106254597925470446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106254597925470446' title='short term memory loss'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106246088205036049</id><published>2003-09-02T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:51.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy day</title><summary type='text'>yeah, at last i found a time to blog..eheheh.. finished a research proposal yesterday (it was supposed to be passed today).. we started only  last week and the task was given to us months ago.. eheheh.. talk about major cramming. Have a quiz today... and i haven't studied yet.. ... NO CLASSES!!!!!! eheheh... woke up early in the morning so i could blog and there's no classes?? howell... sleep na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106246088205036049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106246088205036049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106246088205036049' title='rainy day'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106233674723281719</id><published>2003-08-31T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watched pirates of the carribean.. johnny depp so hot! eheheh.. 'twas funny and entertaining.. ehehehhe... bonded with one of my cuz... sound trip.. opm galore.. ehehehe... specifically moonstar88.. i love hanging out with her.. suplada kasi sha nung bata sha.. antipatika.. ngayon lagn kme siguro nagkasundo.. because we both play the guitar.. eheheh.. frustrated guitarists.. although i could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106233674723281719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106233674723281719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106233674723281719' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106225505014073595</id><published>2003-08-30T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:50.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture picture!</title><summary type='text'>this day was tiring.. wnt to steph's place with eric.. eheheh.. pinacheck kasi ung pc ni step... and after the diagnosis, i think both of us (steph and i) has no idea what he was talking about.. too technical i guess... i had enough of those stuffs at school...  stayed there for a while... steph and i talked a lot! eric was so quiet... rme iniisip... kainis, lam nio un? ung tatlo kayo tapos ung </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106225505014073595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106225505014073595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106225505014073595' title='picture picture!'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106215325458774610</id><published>2003-08-29T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flings?</title><summary type='text'>i think i failed a quiz... eheheh.. because i wasn't listening... my classmate and I were busy talking about flirtaion and flings... (at last! a new topic to talk about... eheheh.. we usually talk about basketball and nursing.. ep ep ep..*wink*)me : miss ko na kung pano ako before ko makilala si JC...him : bakit pano k ba nun?me : uhh.. gago?him : sama mo naman.. ako nde gago... flirt lng...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106215325458774610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106215325458774610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106215325458774610' title='flings?'/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116947.post-106208163473556530</id><published>2003-08-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:44:50.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haay... totally tiring week.. reports here and there... :c... argh!! i wanna go out!! kaya lng walang time... (*ehem* time is money) :c.. my back aches... as usual.. i've been sleeping irregularly.. (5-9 p.m. then 2-6 a.m)... eating irregularly... i miss my mom badly... haaay...mataray ba ko?? i've been told that i'm mataray by some of my classmates and friends this week.. he even linked me in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106208163473556530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116947/posts/default/106208163473556530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psych0sis.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106208163473556530' title=''/><author><name>abi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500422736968258164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/psych0sis/ljicon4.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
